Novels by Erika Pütsepp

Lory’s POV I had reached peace and I had nothing to regret. I knew that I had got my goal, which I really needed to get. It was necessary to remove Fiona and her evil from the world. I couldn't leave her there to destroy my family. She had done so much harm and I couldn't let her go on anymore. I had found peace and that was enough for me at the moment.Naima and I would have liked to stay with our mates, but our happiness is not greater than all the happiness of others that had been destroyed by Fiona. The more I had rested, the stronger I felt I became. My body was dead, but my and Naima's jorney wasn't over, we were strong together, and I didn't feel alone.In the great emptiness, I closed my eyes and thought about all the elements that were in nature: water, earth, air, and fire. I was able to create my own reality for me and Naima, where we can be together. "Look, what do you want our world to have? The forest, the clearings, the hares, who to chase?""And the Moon," said Naima

Lory’s POV My wolf could no longer protect me, we had united, but her strength was not infinite either, and since we were fighting together, she could not heal me. My hand was sore, I realized that Naima had taken much of the pain, but that didn't change the fact that I couldn't use the wand with that hand anymore. Fiona was in triumphant fashion, but I hadn't given up. I knew that giving up couldn't be an option, because everyone else depended on me winning. I couldn't give up, because everyone else would be dead with my death, because Fiona would then be invincible and she wouldn't leave anyone who had opposed her alive. Jackon had reached me, and he was ready to attack Fiona, who had already cast her spell in her groove. Jackson raised his shield and pointed it at me as well. I could see that his shield was stronger now that he was closer. But he was already getting tired. Fiona aimed the fireball at Jackson, and I pulled it to myself because I knew it could damage Jackson's shie

Lory’s POVWe had been aware for some time that Fiona's witches had tried to poison our water supplies, and we allowed it to happen beautifully. By that time, I had managed to master my elemental control abilities nicely, and thanks to that, I had no problem separating the poison from the water. This gave us the advantage that they didn't know our true strength. Fiona had an army of witches, and it was good for us that she planned to come after us with only a partial army, as it would have been difficult and would certainly have resulted in deaths if she had come to destroy our pack. We were ready for anything, but this move was in our favor. When I understood what they were planning, I gave everyone the order to submit to the roots, and we could take the battle away from our weakest without a single casualty. Fiona didn't realize that when she was directing her fire at Jackson, I was actually directing the fire and Jackson was projecting his defense onto me and my parents. We protec

Fiona’s POV They were finally here. Their energy was drained, and I was satisfied with that. Everything had been so simple, so logical. Of course, it had—we had planned everything meticulously, leaving no room for mistakes. I was certain of our success. Everything was in place for the ritual to proceed. Ester and Leena had already prepared everything at our camp; now, all that remained was waiting for the right moment. For both wolves and witches, the full moon is a source of power. And since this mutt was a hybrid, the moonlight would be at its peak during the full moon—the strongest possible time to strip her of her abilities. The wolves had made feeble attempts to attack Laura’s witches as some of them regained consciousness, but their efforts were weak and ultimately futile. At our camp, everything was ready to conduct the sacrifice. We had gathered in the clearing, where Lory was staked to the ground, shackled beside her parents. Each of them was encircled by rings of salt

Fiona’s POV We have repeatedly tried to extract Melisande from her cocoon, but nothing we have done has worked. We have wasted too much time on this, which has only given the wolves the opportunity to grow stronger. The day after our attack, we were fortunate enough to seal their entire pack within their territory. My witches maintain a barrier around them at all times, ensuring they have no contact with the outside world and no means of escape. Their supplies have not yet run out, but soon they will. Soon, they will be desperate to find a way out. I am certain they will secretly attempt to create cracks in our defenses, and that plays perfectly into our plans—allowing us to destroy them in small groups as they try. Additionally, we have altered their drinking water. They have not even realized that, with each passing day, they are consuming our enchanted water, which gradually weakens them and makes them ill. One more week, and they will be perfectly ripe for our attack. I wi

Lory’s POV It was time for a shower again, I thought to myself with a smirk. I knew we had to get moving—we couldn’t just stay in bed all day. There was so much to do, and at the same time, our abilities needed to keep developing. After a quick shared shower and getting dressed, Jackson and I headed downstairs to the kitchen. I was starving—my body needed food, and my stomach growled loudly. Jackson just laughed at the sound and started pulling food out of the fridge. “I’ll make you a hearty omelet with bacon. You haven’t eaten properly in a while. In the meantime, you can have one of Mom’s pastries—she saved some from breakfast.” I smiled at him, nodded, and grabbed the basket of pastries Helena had made. They had always been amazing, and I couldn’t wait to taste their delicious flavor again. “You’re finally awake,” Mom said as she walked into the kitchen. “We were starting to think you’d sleep through the entire day,” Dad added as he followed her, placing a quick kiss on my