LOGINLiz’s POV
“There’s something wrong with Liz,” he choked out, his breath ragged. His hand pressed harder against his chest like he was trying to keep something inside from shattering.
Carlos frowned. “What do you mean?”
I took a step closer, my ghostly form hovering just behind them, but suddenly…
Everything felt off.
The room blurred. Their voices became distant, muffled—like I was underwater. I tried to focus, to listen, but their words slipped through my grasp, fading into nothingness.
Panic tightened in my chest.
I couldn’t hear them.
I always heard them.
Something was wrong.
A strange sensation crawled over my skin, like static in the air before a storm. My fingertips tingled, my body growing lighter and unsteady.
I looked down.
My hands were flickering.
No.
No, no, no—
I tried to move, to speak, to do something, but my body wasn’t obeying me.
I was fading.
Disappearing.
And I had no idea why.
My vision darkened at the edges, a crushing weight pressing in on me. It was suffocating, pulling me down into an abyss of nothingness. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
Then, all at once—light.
A blinding, radiant glow swallowed me whole, so bright it seared my eyes even though I was already dead. The weight vanished. The pain eased.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence.
Then, a voice.
Soft. Powerful. Ancient.
“Elizabeth Campbell.”
I gasped.
The glow around me dimmed, and I saw her.
The Moon Goddess.
She stood before me, more beautiful than anything I had ever seen. Silver hair flowed like liquid light down her back, her eyes endless galaxies filled with wisdom. A soft glow radiated from her, warm and soothing yet commanding.
I tried to speak, but my throat felt tight.
The Moon Goddess smiled gently as if she understood my turmoil. “You are at a crossroads, child.” Her voice was like the night sky—vast, infinite, filled with power. “Between life and death.”
I swallowed hard. Between life and death?
Was I… coming back, or was I dying?
I shook my head, my hands balling into fists. “I—No. I can’t. Not yet. I haven’t avenged myself. I haven’t made them pay for what they did to me. To my pup.” My voice broke on the last word, but I forced myself to keep going. “I can’t leave yet.”
The Moon Goddess’ expression turned solemn. “That is why I have come.”
A shiver ran down my spine.
“If you wish to live, you must uncover the truth behind your death,” she said. “Only then will the path to resurrection be revealed.”
My breath caught.
Truth?
What truth?
I had some thoughts on who it could be.
Judy.
Robert.
Those traitors.
And Lumian—he let it happen. He may not have driven the blade into me, but he had killed me all the same.
Hadn’t he?
Doubt crept in, unsteady and unfamiliar.
I clenched my jaw. “I don’t care what it takes,” I said fiercely. “I’ll find the truth. I’ll make them pay. I swear it.”
The Moon Goddess watched me for a long moment before nodding. “Then fight, Elizabeth.”
The light surrounding her grew brighter, consuming everything.
“Fight for the truth. Fight for justice. Fight for the second chance that awaits you.”
The world exploded into white—
And then, I was back.
My body was solid again.
I gasped, my ghostly form stabilising. The flickering stopped. The suffocating weight was gone.
I was here.
And I had a mission.
I wasn’t going to disappear.
Not until I found out the truth.
Not until I made them all pay.
Liz’s POV“Liz!” Diana yelled, her voice piercing through the ringing in my ears as she grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. The ground was still trembling, the air filled with the stench of burning magic. Melissa and Angelica were in the middle of the terrace, power slamming between them in violent waves. Light and darkness twisted through the air, tearing into the walls and shattering stone.Arthur was on the ground, Finn crouched beside him, trying to drag him away. But the barrier shimmered around us, trapping everyone inside.I pushed Diana off, my legs barely holding me as I stumbled forward. The ground cracked beneath my feet.Arthur lay still. His chest barely moving, his skin pale under the flickering light. I fell beside him, my knees hitting the stone hard. My hands slid across the blood pooling around him. It was warm, and too much of it.“Arthur,” I yelled, shaking him. “Please… wake up.”He didn’t move. His head lolled to the side, his eyes half open but empty.“No
Melissa’s POVI should have known it was her. The signs were there the whole time, but I didn’t want to see them. There was a time when her name didn’t leave a bitter taste in my mouth. We were girls then, two witches hungry to learn. We spent our days buried in books, our nights daring each other to try spells we barely understood. Always competitive, always chasing one another’s shadows, but back then, it was harmless. We were friends. Sisters in all but blood.But power changes people.I still remember the first time I caught her drawing from the dark arts. The way her eyes lit up as the smoke curled between her fingers, the thrill in her laugh that didn’t sound like her anymore. I begged her to stop. I told her the darkness always takes more than it gives. She only smiled, said I was afraid of what I didn’t understand.I should have stopped her then, before she vanished into thin air.I thought she was dead. Part of me mourned her; the other part was relieved. I told myself it w
Angelica’s POVThe blade glinted beneath the moonlight.I could feel his heartbeat raging through the air. Arthur King. The great Alpha. The gods’ chosen son. And now mine to unmake.He moved before I struck. His hand shot up, catching my wrist. The blade twisted between us, the sharp edge biting into his palm. His blood smeared across my hand. Warm, metallic, and perfect.He growled, his hand tightening around the blade. “You’ll never win,” he said.I smiled. “I already have.”He lunged, faster than I expected, his shoulder slamming into me. The knife flew from my hand, clattering across the stone. I stumbled, but I didn’t fall. Power surged through me, wild and ancient, licking up my veins. The air around me crackled as I raised my hand, magic answering my call like flame to oil.I’d spent every second focusing on unlocking Liz's powers that were locked deep inside her very essence. And while the power wasn't as strong as I liked, it would be enough to end his pathetic life.Arthur’
Liz’s POVI slipped out of Finn’s room. There were still a few hours before the moon was at its highest point, but I needed the time to get there. My body was weaker now, every step a reminder that I didn’t have much strength left. I’d expected the palace to be full of guests by now, laughter and music filling the halls for the Alpha King’s celebration.But there was nothing.Not a sound. Not a soul.Arthur really was going to do this alone.My chest filled with more pain at the thought. He was walking straight into danger with no one beside him, not even me. I wanted to believe he could win, that he was strong enough, but it wasn't just Angelica he might face. Silas wouldn't be far.I moved faster, forcing my body to keep going even as my legs threatened to give out. The corridors felt endless. Each turn looked the same.I was halfway down the last hall when I heard it.Footsteps. Running towards me.I froze, every instinct screaming to hide. I pressed myself into the shadows of a d
Arthur’s POVThe night was quiet. I had made sure that no one would be here.I stood at the edge of the rose terrace, the moonlight cutting through the garden in thin silver lines. The scent of roses filled the air. Each petal shimmered faintly under the light, but there was no beauty in it tonight. This place wasn’t meant for love anymore. It was a stage for a monster.The arch stood in front of me. Red roses twisted around white ones, bleeding colour into purity. I hated it.My hands clenched at my sides. The only thing that kept me still was the sound of the fountain nearby. I focused on it the way drowning men focus on air.Footsteps approached from behind. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was.“Finn,” I said.He came to stand beside me, his face shadowed, his eyes scanning the terrace. “It’s all set,” he said. “The palace grounds are empty.”“And Liz?”He hesitated. That pause told me everything before he even spoke.“I haven’t been able to get to her,” he said finally. “Eve
Liz’s POVI heard the door close behind them as they stepped into the room.The sound was small, but in the silence of Finn's room, it was like thunder. I held my breath listening to their footsteps.The light from the hallway had vanished, leaving only the dim glow from the window. I could see the shadow throw an opening in my cloak as they moved further into the room.My heart was pounding so hard. I pressed my hand against my chest as if I could quiet it, but it only grew louder.Each step came closer. The scrape of a shoe against the wooden floor. The faint sound of someone breathing. If I moved or breathed too loudly, they would find me. I couldn't tell where they were, but as I heard one of their feet touch the floor, I bit back the sob that was threatening to come out. They paused.The air stopped moving with them. I could feel them standing there, so close that it felt like they were on top of me, crushing me slowly. Every muscle in my body locked tight. My hands shook.Tears s







