Olivia's POVI stood on the balcony of our quarters, looking out across the city where others went about their duties with a determined energy, everyone having felt the pinch of uncertainty. The sun crested the horizon, casting a golden glow over the land."Feeling anxious?" Victor’s voice broke my trance. He joined me, leaning against the railing, his gaze following mine across the bustling scene below."A bit," I admitted, the admission almost a relief. "I keep wondering what he's planning next. Reed won’t stay hidden for long."Victor nodded, his expression thoughtful. "No, he won't. But remember, we’ve outmaneuvered him before, and we can do it again."The tension in my chest eased a fraction at his words. Family was my cornerstone, and Victor’s presence reminded me that I wasn’t alone. "Thank you," I said sincerely, grateful for the bond that had always pulled us through. The calmness seemed unreal, given the turmoil that lingered just beyond the city's boundaries. Standing besid
Olivia's pov My heart pounded as I reached the top of the wall, my eyes scanning the horizon. Below, Reed and his army came to a halt, their presence a dark blot against the vibrant tapestry of the landscape. Reed stood at the forefront, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on me. He raised his voice, the words slicing through the tension like a blade. "Last chance, Olivia! Join me or meet the same fate as the rest of these pitiful creatures!"I locked eyes with Reed, feeling the weight of his words settle over me like a heavy blanket. The army behind him seemed to shift and ripple, restless and foreboding. But I felt no fear—only a fierce, unyielding resolve.Taking a deep breath, I stepped to the edge of the wall, letting the brisk air clear my thoughts. I knew what was at stake. This wasn’t just a battle for survival; it was a fight for everything I held dear—my family, my pack, my future."Reed," I called out, my voice steady and unwavering. "You know nothing of true strength. You hide b
Alexander's POVI watched Olivia walk away, caught in a brief moment of vulnerability mixed with pride. Her courage was remarkable, her presence as powerful as any warrior. But the situation demanded my focus. I turned back to the battle below, glaring down at Reed with a searing intensity.Standing on the edge of the wall, the scene unfolded before me like a dark, twisted tapestry. Reed's army battered against our shield—an invisible wall of protection woven by Olivia's magic.Victor's voice pulled me back. "Alexander, what are you doing?" he asked, apprehension evident in his tone.I tightened my grip on the sword, feeling the weight of the decision in my bones. "I'm going to end this, Victor," I replied, eyes fixed on my foe. "I'm going to crush him like the bug he is."Before he could respond, I leapt from the wall, landing with the grace and ferocity of a wolf in the midst of prey. The barrier parted for me, Olivia's magic recognising its keeper, allowing my passage like an old f
Olivia's POVStanding at the highest point of the wall, everything before me faded into the distance. I focused on the dark sea of Reed's army, their presence like a lingering storm threatening to wash away everything we held dear. The wind whipped around me, carrying whispers of courage and fear, memories of battles fought and won.“Aura,” I murmured, feeling the powerful connection with my spirit guide envelop me like a comforting embrace. Her presence was a beacon of light in the uncertainty, a reminder of the destiny that had led me here."Olivia," her familiar and soothing voice echoed in my mind. You hold the power to end this. Feel it, embrace it. The light within you is enough to shatter the shadows around Reed, break the spell he holds on these poor souls, and leave him exposed and weak."Inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes, envisioning the glowing light that pulsed within my core. It spread gradually, filling every part of me with warmth and purpose. As I opened myself to the
Alexander's POVI lunged at Reed, every ounce of my strength focused on finally putting an end to this treachery. Yet, Reed danced out of reach, dodging my swings masterfully. His slippery nature frustrated me to no end, but I couldn't afford to let that irritate my concentration.The sound of battle echoed around us, our pack and Reed's army falling into a chaotic rhythm. Then, a sudden light illuminated the battlefield, casting a warm, golden glow that seemed to wrap everything in a serene embrace. The fighting ceased momentarily, everyone's attention drawn to the source of the spectacle.There atop the wall stood Olivia, radiant and ethereal. Her eyes glowed with unearthly light, and rays of energy slipped from her body, cascading out like the sun's benevolent touch. Even in the midst of chaos, she was a goddess untouched by the grime and madness of battle.Reed's cocky composure faltered, disbelief evident in his voice as he muttered, "What the hell...?"His awe at Olivia's transf
Olivia's POVThe Elder’s building stood tall. My footsteps echoed softly as I entered, the grandeur of the place failing to settle the storm within my chest. I felt a twinge of weakness that I had to hide. There was no time to falter. The Elders would be awaiting an explanation, waiting to hear what had transpired and what we must do next.Inside, the air was thick with expectation. The Elders turned toward me as I approached, their wizened faces a tapestry of curiosity and caution. The Head Elder was the first to speak, his voice a rumble of authority. "Olivia, your feat today was extraordinary," he began, a note of admiration threading through his words. “Your power held the line, and for that, we are grateful.”I nodded, feeling a pull to sit but resisting. “Thank you, but there’s still much to do,” I replied, steadying my voice even as my heart fluttered with fatigue."The army Reed led," I began, glancing at Alexander beside me for strength. They were cursed and manipulated by d
Olivias pov Gasping, I focused on the beating of my heart, which seemed to drum a hasty rhythm as fear clawed at me. Aura’s voice wavered in my mind, her once bright presence dimming to a mere echo. A terrifying thought struck me: what if she faded entirely? The world tilted sharply, and I clung to the wall, desperate for anything solid to anchor me.“Olivia!” The voice was distant yet persistent, weaving through the haze that threatened to overwhelm me. Each breath became a labour, a battle against the suffocating pressure in my chest.I willed Aura to return, to guide me through the fog, but silence was my only answer. Panic twisted in my gut, and I squeezed my eyes closed, blocking out the churning room. When I opened them, Alexander's face hovered before me, his expression a mask of worried intensity.His words reached me as a blur, each syllable dipping in and out of clarity. Yet, it was the fear in his eyes that cut through the murk clouding my mind. I tried to speak, but my vo
alexanders povMy heart thundered painfully in my chest as I carried Olivia swiftly toward the healer’s chamber. The fear of losing her was an ice-cold grip on my soul, even as adrenaline urged my legs to move faster than ever before. Lidia rushed beside me, her face a mask of determination and disbelief, the same storm raging inside her, underscored by the urgency thrumming between us all.When we reached the healer's chamber, the air inside was thick with the mingled scents of herbs and sterile remedies. The healers moved with practised skill, immediately taking Olivia from my arms and gently setting her onto the bed. I lingered my body tense with a mix of dread and hope, torn by the need to be beside her and the haunting pull of helplessness.Olivia lay still, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The sight twisted something inside me, a visceral ache that threatened to unleash my wolf's protective ire. I turned away for a moment, desperate to hold onto some semblance
The witch's words hung in the crisp night air, a prophecy unravelling as energy surged through me. I struggled, ensnared by the torrent of power and pain cascading through my body. My wolf howled within, caught between elation and rage, always yearning for control."You betrayed us!" I roared my voice a mixture of fury and fear as I attempted to lurch toward her, my limbs betraying me. The forest spun around me, dizziness mixing with agony, every muscle clenched in a relentless vice."Stop it," I demanded, collapsing onto my back, the ground cold and merciless beneath me. The witch remained silent, her gaze a paradox of detachment and unwavering resolve. My breath was coming in sharp and painful as if I were breathing in fire. My heart was pounding in my chest like at any second it would explode.As the world faded to darkness, echoes of my past life surfaced like spectral wraiths. My father's face hovered before me, eyes, once so fiercely resolute, now filled with regret. I remembere
Alexanders povI sat cross-legged on the cold earth, eyes shut tight as a battle raged in my mind. Days had slipped away, each one filled with the witch's strange lessons on meditation that left me hollow and irritable. This was not the training I'd imagined. I needed to be fighting, using my strength to prepare for the inevitable clash with King Nicholas that would save Olivia and Sarah, not sitting still like a stone.My resolve slipped, and frustration bubbled over. "This is useless!" I snapped, eyes flying open. "The power will never come."Nearby, the witch remained calm, her voice a gentle breeze against the storm within me. "You keep letting your wolf overtake you, Alexander.""My wolf is strong! It is what will kill the bastard who took my daughter and mate!" I retorted, the growl of my words echoing in the stillness."Again," she instructed, ignoring my outburst. Her unyielding patience stung like salt in the wound of my anger.I glared at her, but desperation won over pride.
I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers gently tracing the intricate patterns of the golden and white dress. The dress shimmered in the light, its elegance speaking of a world I had yet to fully comprehend. A soft knock interrupted the thoughts that swirled in my mind. "Come in," I called as I stood up and smoothed the fabric of my dress, anticipation twisting in my stomach. Elijah stepped into the room, his presence an unexpected comfort. He paused, eyes lingering over the dress before meeting mine. "You look beautiful," he said softly, the sincerity in his voice wrapping around me. "Thank you," I replied, a flutter of unexpected warmth unfurling in my chest. We left the room together, walking through the halls of the palace in silence before stepping out into the kingdom—a place still shrouded in mysteries I longed to uncover as we wandered through the bustling streets. Yesterday, it had been nothing more than glimpses, but today, I made sure to take in everything around me, s
The tension in the room was clear as Elijah planted himself firmly before me, creating a barrier between me and the king I so desperately loathed. He was unwavering, his presence a silent vow of protection. Our roles seemed to reverse as he, the supposed pawn of his father, became my shield. “Move, Elijah,” King Nicholas commanded, his voice a rumble of irritation and disbelief. The air crackled with the intensity of his order, the authority behind it a palpable force. “No,” Elijah replied, his tone tempered with a surprising strength and calm. “This is no way to get her to agree to our marriage.” Nicholas glared down at me, eyes simmering with disdain. “I don’t care if she agrees or not. She will marry you either way,” he declared, each word a testament to the unwavering grip he held over what he considered his kingdom. “Father,” Elijah countered, his voice rising with urgency. “She would be more useful to you if she does so of her own accord. Imagine what could happen if people
Olivias PovReturning to my room after the night’s expedition into the tunnels, my thoughts churned like waves in a storm. I needed to internalise the pathways, the routes that could one day be our salvation, weaving a silent rebellion against King Nicholas. Each curve and corner etched into my memory was a thread in a tapestry of freedom I would one day unravel with Sarah. My pulse still quickened at the echo of his voice in those dark hollows, Nicholas's tyranny seeping through the kingdom like a poison. Now, seated on my bed, I awaited the morning routine of a guard bringing breakfast—a charade of civility amidst captivity, one I had to manipulate to my advantage. The heavy door creaked open, and a guard entered, his face a mask of indifference as he carried a tray. I rose, determination tightening my spine. "I need to speak with Elijah. Immediately." My demand was clear and unwavering. His silence was the falling of a gauntlet, and he moved as if I were invisible, stepping arou
The night hung heavy in the air, wrapping me in a cocoon of silence that accentuated my solitude. The portal had vanished, leaving the forest serene yet eerily empty. I turned in a slow circle, the towering trees surrounding me like silent sentinels guarding ancient secrets.All around me, shadows danced, cast by the ethereal glow of the moonlight filtering through the underbrush. I shifted uneasily, my heightened senses picking up the subtle rustling of leaves and the whisper of unseen creatures moving in the dark. I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as if the very air was charged with energy waiting to be unleashed.Then, a voice broke through the silence, clear and resonant, calling my name. "Alexander."I whirled around, my heart leaping in my chest as a figure stepped gracefully into a shaft of moonlight. Her hooded cloak flowed like water around her, and with a slow movement, she reached up and pulled the hood back. The sight of her sent a shock through me—a woman w
The soft crunch of leaves underfoot marked our journey through the dense forest. The symphony of chirping crickets and the faint rustle of nocturnal creatures created a haunting yet soothing backdrop. But my thoughts were far from the serenity surrounding us, caught instead in a relentless loop of urgency and frustration.Hours had slipped by since we began this trek, each passing hour a new knot of tension coiling within me. The sense of time slipping through my fingers like grains of sand was maddening. I cast a glance at Tinsley, her expression unreadable as she navigated the underbrush as though it understood her silent command.“Just a little further,” she murmured, her voice a gentle reassurance that erased none of my impatience. It wasn't enough. The thought of Olivia and our children, their lives tethered to the whims of a tyrant, burned in my mind like a branding iron.“Tinsley,” I barked, the restraint in my voice unravelling. “If I shift into my wolf form, I can carry you.
Alexander's POV The sun hung low as I approached the palace gates, an ominous silence filling the air. There, waiting with a posture that promised a steadfast determination, stood Tinsley. Her silver hair caught the fading light, a beacon against the encroaching dusk. “Are you ready to make this journey to the magical land?” she asked, her voice both soothing and filled with the gravity of the impending quest. Her words resonated with the weight of destiny and the urgency of our plight. I nodded, the resolve firm within me, though uncertainty lingered like a shadow at the edge of my thoughts. Just as we began to move forward, a familiar voice shattered the fragile calm. “Daddy, wait!” Liam’s voice reached me like a lifeline, pulling me back from the precipice. I spun around to see my son running toward me, his little legs moving with desperate urgency. My heart clenched painfully, each beat echoing with his cries. Lidia trailed behind, her voice gentle but firm as she called, “Li
Olivias povI moved forward towards the voice. The tunnels bent and swirled around me, a labyrinth that seemed to stretch into infinity. I called out again, gentler this time, "Hello? Is anyone there?" My voice felt tiny in the vast darkness, threading through the heavy silence. Suddenly, I caught a whisper—a voice faint yet persistent—a single word that seemed woven from the air. "Olivia..." I hesitated, feeling a tremor of both hope and fear. That voice, so distant yet unmistakably real, beckoned me with a familiarity I couldn’t ignore. My grip on the wall tightened, anchoring me as I ventured further in, letting the whisper guide me. The passage narrowed, its cold stone brushing against my arms as if ushering me onward. I heard more voices then, a soft scuffle mingling with the breeze that funnelled through the maze. Despite the chill, determination warmed my skin and coaxed courage from my bones. Ahead, a glow illuminated the gloom—a flickering light that pushed back the shado