All Chapters of Forbidden Friendship : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Winters pov I kept my head low, my heart aching with the pain of failure. Because I had not been strong enough, my friends were going to lose their lives. I didn't care about my own life being taken. The air was thick with tension, my heart beating erratically against the dull thrum of despair that filled the room. Each breath felt heavy, weighed down by the knowledge that time was running out. As the small vampire child entered, the room seemed to hold its breath, every eye turning to the eerie newcomer.My gaze fixed on the child, realisation dawning with a primal dread. This was no ordinary child; the child had been turned—a crime so severe that the punishment was often worse than death. My mind raced back to an old tale, whispers around campfires about a child vampire destined for a dark ritual that threatened to unravel everything. Though I couldn’t recall the specifics, I knew the ending was bleak, and I was caught in a story about to repeat itself.At that moment, my focus sh

Elena's povThe world around me seemed to blur, every vibrant hue muted into shades of grey. Winter's lifeless form was cradled in Enzo's arms as I held her hand. That was already growing cold, and I felt a chill seep into the depths of my being—a void where warmth used to reside. I could hear the echoes of past laughter, moments that bound us into a tapestry of cherished memories, now unravelling, each thread slipping into the abyss of what once was.I understood why Winter had done what she had done; when she had grabbed my hand, she somehow had shown what would have happened if she had not taken her own life. The images she placed in my mind ran through my head o repeat. The vampire child would have dank my Lily's and Winter's blood, and then Kenney would have drained the blood from the vampire, letting it sep deep into the ground of the most magical place in the world; the ritual would have drained the magic from the earth, ending all magical begins. She did this to save us. I und

Elena's povOne week later.The air was crisp and still, a deceptive calm blanketing the atmosphere on the day of Winter's funeral. Despite the morning sun illuminating the sky, the energy surrounding me felt dampened, charged with the kind of silence that often precedes a storm. It was as though the earth itself was solemnly acknowledging the loss that had gripped our hearts in its relentless vice.For the past week, Winter's body lay in the great hall—a place that had become both a shrine and a prison to our collective mourning. The wolves had insisted on an open display of respect, a tradition meant to honour the fallen among them. I hated it. Everything about it. How she lay there rejuvenating but cold, her wild black hair styled not in the free manner she loved but instead tamed into neatness by the weight of expectations and reverence. Winter had never belonged to such institutions, and yet even in death, she served appearances she would have despised.My heart ached at the thou

Enzos povA pall of heartbreaking silence enveloped the great hall as I carefully cradled Winter's body in my arms, feeling her weight like an eternal echo etched into my soul. The world around me fell away, leaving only the overwhelming sensation of her presence—a haunting whisper in the void of my heart.Time seemed to stretch and contract in strange waves, each moment slipping into eternity as I stepped toward the exit. Every hushed breath, every mourning gaze followed me as if Winter's pack was connected through an invisible thread of shared sorrow edging on disbelief.The crackle of distant thunder punctuated the quiet, mirroring the tempest that raged within me. We emerged from the hall, and the wind caught her dark hair, lifting it gently as if the very air grieved her absence. The space between this world and the next seemed to blur, each step toward the grove heavy with the ache of farewell.The garden they had chosen for Winter appeared, a sanctuary bathed in the dappled lig

Elenas povThe evening sun cast long shadows across the clearing as we made our way through the forest, the path more familiar than the lines on my own hand. Each step brought me closer to the sanctuary that had borne witness to countless secrets, whispered hopes, and forbidden friendships. I could feel the presence of those beside me—Lily's nervous energy, Jake's steady warmth, and Rykor's silent strength—as we walked, the world around us both oppressive and comforting in its natural chaos.The memory of Winter's funeral clung like a shroud, a heavy veil we wore even as we tried to celebrate her true self. The gathering earlier had not encapsulated the wild essence of Winter nor the choices that defined her. The fact that she was gone felt both surreal and undeniable, each breath imbued with the pain of her absence.We stopped at the edge of the clearing, the dim light of dusk painting the world in shades of memory. Rykor moved to construct a fire, and each piece of kindling was plac