Chapter: Chapter 13 — Baptism by FireZoey’s POV “Zachhhh!” A young voice cries out, piercing through the roar of flames. Buildings reduced to rubble. Screams echo through the smoke-thick air. Burnt corpses lie scattered across scorched ground. Everything is ablaze. And at the center of it all stands a little girl, her cheeks stained with soot and tears. “It’s time, Zoey,” a mystical voice whispers through the inferno. “It’s time to awake.” I bolt upright in bed, gasping. The panic is always the same—searing and suffocating. Not from reality, like Lily’s irritating wake-up calls, but from what’s coming. Always at 6:37 a.m. Like clockwork. I slip out for my usual walk through the forest before sunrise. The fresh air helps... a little. I return to assist the kitchen staff with breakfast. Afterward, Lucien usually appears—our unspoken routine unfolding: hospital duties with Raven, quiet laughs, a semblance of peace. Then he disappears for training, and Raven and I are left to our own rhythm until dinner. Occasio
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Chapter: CHAPTER 12 — The War WithinKieran’s POV I slam the front door, not caring that it's 1 a.m. The house is dark except for a faint glow in the kitchen. Damon stands at the sink, his back to me, water running. “A bit late for a snack, don’t you think?” I mutter, heading to the fridge for water. He doesn’t turn. “Well, someone had to take care of your mate.” I roll my eyes. “Very funny.” When he finally faces me, there’s no trace of amusement. “Does she know?” he asks. I shrug and head upstairs, hoping that’s the end of it. But I hear the lights flick off and his footsteps trailing behind me. “What’s your plan here, Kieran?” he presses. “Can you not?” I say, walking into my office. He follows and shuts the door. “I’m serious.” I sigh and sit, staring at him. “Fine. Here’s the plan.” He leans in. “We go to war and destroy Cassian.” I lean back, satisfied with my answer. He groans. “Is that supposed to be a joke?” “No. Or do you plan to lose?” “Of course not,” he snaps. “But that’s not what I meant, an
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Chapter: CHAPTER 11: A Place to BelongZoey’s POV He turns to look at me before leaving the room, and I instantly avert my gaze. I can’t bear to meet his eyes after that outburst. “You were fine,” Mia says gently in my head. “You okay?” Raven asks, motioning for me to take my clothes off. I keep my head bowed, not wanting her to see how red my face is. The last time this happened, I didn’t even know it was happening. “I’m sorry about him,” Raven says, running her tests. “One thing my cousin hasn’t lost after all these years is his temper.” My ears perk up. “Your cousin?” I ask softly, hating how small my voice sounds. “Yeah,” she answers, distracted by what she calls my miraculous healing. I glance down at my stomach—once black and purple with old bruises, now pale, smooth… soft. How is this even possible? “Who’s your cousin?” I ask, pulling myself from spiraling thoughts. “Kieran,” she replies, scribbling notes. “Alpha Kieran, I mean. Did I not mention that?” I shake my head as she gestures toward my clothes.
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Chapter: Chapter 10: Unraveling the UnknownKieran’s POV “What’s going on? Zoey?” The sight before me freezes my blood. Her hair and eyes glow violently as she thrashes mid-air—completely suspended, like something’s holding her there. “What the hell?” Damon mutters as he and Lucien appear behind me. “Raven, what happened?” I demand, my voice laced with dominance, my eyes glowing with restrained fury. Wide-eyed, Raven turns from the chaos. “I—I don’t know. We were just talking. I touched her hair, and then—next thing I know, I’m flying across the room, and the whole building starts shaking.” She gestures around at the overturned equipment and shattered glass. “Just like back at her pack,” Lucien whispers grimly. Then, just as suddenly as it started, Zoey’s body collapses onto the bed with a thud. The light vanishes. Her limbs still. She’s pale—too pale. I’m at her side instantly, bracing her head, my instincts overriding every thought. “This happened before?” Raven asks shakily, stepping over debris to tidy
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Chapter: CHAPTER 9 - A Flicker of PeaceZoey’s POV The first thing I notice as I wake up in the hospital room is the aroma of food. My stomach groans loudly, and Raven lets out a soft laugh as my face heats up in embarrassment. “You can open your eyes. It’s just me.” I peel my eyes open, and they light up at the sight of the tray in front of me. It’s nothing extravagant—just a sandwich and a soda—but after going so long without food, it might as well be a feast. There were times I went days without eating. I reach for the sandwich but hesitate when I feel her eyes on me. After a moment of silence, she speaks softly, “I’m in the other room if you need me.” Then, she walks out. The moment she’s out of sight, I devour the meal in less than five minutes. As I lay back on the bed, a sense of contentment settles over me. It’s strange. This might be the happiest I’ve felt in the last fifteen years. How depressing is that? I guess that’s life when you’ve gone so long with no one but yourself. Tears prick my eyes as memor
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Chapter: Chapter 8- A Curse in the Shape of a BlessingKieran’s POV “As far as I can tell, she’s a highly malnourished wolf who shouldn’t even be alive. The amount of organ damage, the bruises... She’s not healing, but somehow, she’s still breathing. Whoever did this to her wasn’t just trying to hurt her. They were trying to snuff her out.” My jaw clenches. My fists tighten. I shouldn’t care. But even as I exit the building, Ragnar is snarling, pacing, running mental circles of vengeance. He’s imagining ripping apart whoever touched her. And I’m not stopping him. Oh Goddess, I don’t need this right now. I push through the door of the only man I trust. “Kieran,” Anders greets without looking up, his aged hands stirring a thick potion in a carved obsidian bowl. “Anders. Thanks for seeing me on short notice.” I drop into the chair opposite him, trying to steady my heartbeat. “How are the soldiers?” “They’ll recover.” He hums, setting the bowl aside and studying me through the glasses perched low on his nose. His sharp
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