Novels by Makie P

Elara's POV Everything became a blur of violence and blood. I fought on pure instinct, my human mind pushed aside by the wolf that took over me. I didn't know how to fight like this but my body seemed to know what to do. Bite, claw, dodge, strike. Over and over until the rogues finally broke and ran. When the forest went quiet, I stood there panting and covered in blood. Some of it was mine and some belonged to the rogues. My whole body shook from exhaustion and the strange new form I wore felt both right and wrong at the same time. I needed to get back to the palace. That thought cut through the wolf instincts and gave me direction. I stumbled forward, my new body moving differently than I was used to. Everything felt wrong but I couldn't stop to figure it out. I just had to move. I don't remember much of the journey back. I stumbled through the forest in a daze, following the path I marked in my mind. My body moved on instinct while my brain tried to understand what was happeni

Elara's POVThe rogue wolf looked up and its yellow eyes locked onto mine. For one heartbeat, neither of us moved. Then it snarled and the sound ripped through the quiet forest like a blade."Up there!" it growled.I didn't think. I just moved, scrambling higher into the tree as fast as my exhausted body would let me. Branches tore at my clothes and scratched my face, but I kept climbing. Below me, I heard claws scraping against bark as the rogues tried to follow."Get her down!" one of them roared.The tree shook as they threw their weight against it. I wrapped my arms around the trunk and held on tight, but I could feel the whole thing starting to lean. Unfortunately, it was not a big tree. They were going to knock it over and then I would be on the ground with three massive wolves and no way to escape.The tree tilted further and I lost my grip. I fell through the branches, hitting every single one on the way down. Pain exploded through my body as I crashed to the forest floor and

Elara's POVThe next three days blurred together into one endless cycle of pain, exhaustion, and getting knocked on my back over and over again. Every morning I woke up sore and every night I went to bed even more bruised than before. My hands developed calluses from gripping the practice sword and my muscles screamed with every movement, but Kael never let me stop for long."You're too slow," he said on the second day after knocking my sword away for the hundredth time. "Stop trying to overpower me. You'll never win with strength alone."I picked up my sword and tried again, putting all my force into the strike. He blocked it easily and swept my legs out from under me. I hit the ground hard and the air rushed out of my lungs."What did I just say?" His voice was cold and flat. "You're not listening.""I'm trying," I gasped, pushing myself up on shaking arms."Try smarter, not harder." He moved into position again. "Use leverage. Use my momentum against me. Stop fighting like you have

Kael's POV I didn't sleep that night. Sleep hadn't come easy in years, not since the nightmares started, so I stood at my window and watched the sun crawl over the horizon. My mind kept replaying the scene from the ceremonial hall, analyzing it like a battle strategy. The golden threads appearing, the bond forming with a human slave, the chaos that followed. It was a complication I didn't need and couldn't afford. When morning light finally filled the tower, I made my way down the hallway and stopped outside her door. I needed to assess the situation and determine the best course of action. Training her was the logical choice if she was going to try to survive the trials, though survival seemed unlikely given she's a human and her obvious weakness. I knocked twice on her door, sharp and quick. "Come in," her shaky voice came through the door. I pushed the door open and found her sitting on the bed, still wearing that same stained uniform from last night. Her brown hair hung in h

Elara's POV I followed Kael through the palace corridors. Every wolf we passed stopped and stared, some with fear in their eyes and others with anger. A few even growled low in their throats, but none of them came close. They all moved out of the way as if Kael carried death with him. My legs felt weak and I wanted to run back to the kitchen, back to Sara, back to the life I knew even if it was terrible. At least I understood that life, but this made no sense at all. "Keep up," Kael said without looking back. I walked faster even though my hands shook. We left the main palace and crossed a courtyard where the wind cut through my thin uniform. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself, but it didn't help much. The cold went deeper than my skin. A tower appeared ahead, standing alone at the edge of the palace grounds. It looked dark and isolated from everything else, with no lights in the windows and no guards at the door. The stone was old and weathered, and it looked very lon

Elara's POVI learned to be invisible when I was seven years old, the day Mistress Cora beat me so badly I couldn't walk for three days because I made the mistake of looking her daughter in the eye. My mother held me while I cried and whispered the most important lesson of my life. Invisible girls don't get hurt, invisible girls survive. Now at twenty, I've perfected the art of being nothing, keeping my eyes down when wolves pass, making myself small in corners and doorways, never speaking unless spoken to. My brown hair hangs in my face to hide my features, and my gray shapeless clothes help me blend into shadows and walls where I belong.Most days the wolves in the palace don't even notice me, just another human slave among hundreds who cook and clean and serve. We're less than the lowest ranked wolf in the pack, nothing but property and tools and things that don't matter. But being invisible means staying alive, and as long as I'm alive I can dream about something more, even if th

Elena's POV The courthouse steps felt longer than I remembered as Julian and I climbed them together. His hand gripped mine firmly, his thumb rubbing small circles on my palm in a way that steadied my racing heart. "You okay?" Julian asked quietly as we reached the heavy wooden doors. "I will be," I replied. "Once this is finally over." Today was the sentencing hearing. After months of legal proceedings, evidence presentations, and testimonies, the judge was finally ready to hand down the sentences for Marcus, Isabella, and Sophia. This was the last step, the final piece of closure I needed. We walked through the metal detectors and down the long corridor to courtroom three. My heels clicked against the polished floor and the sound echoed off the high ceilings. Everything about this building felt official and final. Robert was waiting for us outside the courtroom. He nodded when he saw us approaching. "Mrs Gray, Mr. Gray. They're about to start." "Thank you, Robert," I said. "F

Elena's POV The front door closed behind the last police officer and suddenly my house felt too quiet. The silence pressed against my ears after all the shouting and screaming and begging. I stood in the middle of my living room and just stared at the chair where Marcus had tied me up less than two hours ago. It was over. After three years of planning and waiting and preparing, it was finally over. My legs started shaking. The trembling spread up through my body until my hands were also shaking at my sides. I tried to take a step toward the couch but my knees buckled and I sank down onto the floor right where I was standing. The tears came without warning. They poured down my cheeks in hot streams and I couldn't stop them. My whole body shook with sobs that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside my chest. I wrapped my arms around myself and cried like I never let myself cry during all those years. Relief flooded through me so strong it hurt. Marcus was gone. Isabella was gone.

Elena's POV On the screen, Isabella and Sophia entered the room. They looked around nervously, checking to make sure they were alone. "But what if someone finds out?" Sophia was saying. "No one will find out," Isabella replied. "He's supposed to be dead anyway. We're just making sure." Then, on the video, both women reached for Marcus' throat. Their hands pressed down, cutting off his air supply. Marcus' body twitched and jerked but he never woke up. After several minutes, they stepped back. "Is he dead?" Isabella asked. "I don't know," Sophia replied. "But if he's not, he will be soon." I stopped the video and looked at Marcus. His face had gone from pale to completely white. His mouth hung open and his eyes stared at nothing. "They tried to kill me," he whispered. "Isabella and Sophia actually tried to kill me." "They thought you were already dead," I said. "But they needed to be sure before the autopsy. They couldn't risk you waking up and ruining their chance at the ten

Elena's POV The officer pulled Marcus' arms behind his back and the handcuffs clicked shut with that satisfying metal sound. Marcus didn't resist but his whole body looked like it might collapse at any moment. "Marcus Martinez, you're under arrest for breaking and entering and burglary. You are also wanted by the police for financial fraud, money laundering charges, conspiracy to commit medical malpractice and investment scams," the officer said. "You have the right to remain silent." Two officers began walking Marcus down the stairs, supporting him on either side. His legs moved stiffly like they forgot how to work properly. When they reached the bottom, Marcus lifted his head and his eyes found mine. The look on his face was almost worth the three years of waiting that led to this moment. It was a look of surprise mixed with anger. His mouth opened and closed several times before words finally came out. "You're wicked," Marcus said, his voice shaking. "You're absolutely heartle

Elena's POV The moment I heard their footsteps climbing the stairs, I pressed my shoulder against the tiny earpiece in my ear, hidden by my hair. "Robert, they're all upstairs now," I whispered as quietly as possible. "Send everyone in." "Copy that," Robert's voice came through softly in my ear. "Police are two minutes out." "Tell them no lights, no sirens," I said urgently. "If Marcus hears them coming, he'll run and we might lose our chance." "Already done," Robert confirmed. "They're going dark." I took a deep breath and felt my heart pounding against my ribs. Everything depended on the next few minutes. If anything went wrong, if Marcus came back downstairs too soon, the whole plan could fall apart. My hands were still tied to the chair arms where Marcus secured them earlier. The dish towels Isabella used dug into my wrists but it wasn't too tight and I was able to wriggle my right hand free. All my focus was on listening to the sounds coming from upstairs. I could hear th

Marcus' POV "And one more time, I don't know," Elena said, her voice annoyingly steady. The urge to shake her until she told me the truth burned through my entire body. My fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. But something in her calm expression stopped me from doing anything stupid. "Fine," I said through gritted teeth. "Isabella, Sophia, come with me upstairs." I turned and headed back up the stairs without waiting to see if they followed. Their footsteps came behind me after a moment, slower and more hesitant than mine. When we reached the master bedroom, Isabella stopped in the doorway of the walk-in closet and her mouth fell open. "Oh my God." "This is insane," Sophia whispered, moving past her into the room. The bedroom looked even bigger the second time I saw it. The bed sat on a raised platform with silk curtains hanging from posts on each corner. A chandelier sparkled overhead, throwing light across furniture that looked very expensive like everything el