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.
Melissa’s POVShe followed. Barely upright. Barely holding herself together. But she followed without arguing, and that told me more than anything she had said on the floor of the library.Weak did not mean unwilling.Teaching her to unlock her powers wouldn’t be as easy as it would be for just a normal witch because Liz is not just a witch.She is a hybrid.Even without her wolf, she was still different. Her magic did not sit neatly inside her the way it did with most witches. It was tangled with instinct. With emotion. With something older and more feral that had been torn from her. Learning to use power this late in life would be difficult for anyone. Learning after the pain and torture and loss she had been forced to endure was something far crueller.It would have been easy for her to turn to dark magic.Dark magic feeds on fear. On bitterness. On grief. It would have welcomed her with open arms and promised strength without resistance. Promised an end to the pain if she was wil
Liz’s POVI shouldn’t have been shaking. My hands trembled in my lap, no matter how hard I clenched them. The magic stirred under my skin, restless, impatient, like it knew time was running out, but no matter how hard I tried, it stayed locked beneath my skin.Sitting on the cold, hard floor, books scattered out in front of me. Pages torn free. Spines cracked. Knowledge I couldn’t afford to care about anymore.I tried again. I’d lost count of the many times I'd failed.I closed my eyes and reached for it the way I had before. The way I knew how. Nothing answered. My chest burned like I’d been hollowed out and left to echo.Again.I lifted my hands. Forced everything I had into that small space between my palms. A flicker sparked and died before it could even form. Pain ripped through me, and I cried out before I could stop myself.My head dropped forward.Breathing hurts now. Each inhale scraped. My body felt heavy, like it was sinking into the floor inch by inch. My arms shook when
Finn’s POVI stood tall even though my body screamed at me in pain.The battle I had fought earlier still lived in my bones. Every breath pulled at torn muscle. Every movement sent pain flaring through me. I should have been resting. I should have been horizontal and unmoving.Instead, I stood in the middle of Lumian’s courtyard and watched him sweat.It brought me a quiet satisfaction I didn’t bother hiding.Cruelty is not in my nature. Arthur knows that. Everyone does. But Lumian had always rubbed something in me the wrong way. His arrogance. The way he believed his title made him untouchable.Watching that crack was worth the pain.His pack stood frozen around us. Fear moved through them like a sickness. I could see it in their eyes as they looked at one another, silent questions passing between them. Who would speak first? Who would move? Who would survive this?“If any of you follow him,” Lumian shouted, fury shaking his words, “you are traitors to this pack. I will have you hun
Lumian’s POVArthur didn’t look back when he left. That should have felt like a victory.I watched him go until he was gone from sight. Only then did I turn back toward the doorway of the room she was hiding in.She was already waiting. Her posture was rigid, her expression tight with barely contained fury. The moment the door closed behind me, her control snapped.“You let him walk away,” she said. “You didn’t kill him.”The words struck harder than I expected.I opened my mouth to answer, but Arthur’s voice echoed in my head instead. You know she isn’t who she says she is.Doubt crept in. For a second, I felt it shift inside me, heavy and unsettling.Maybe Arthur had been telling the truth. Liz would never speak to anyone like this. She was kind and loving.This was everything I had ever wanted. Liz back. In front of me. Looking at me like I mattered. I wasn’t about to let doubt take that away. Arthur was just jealous that not even his title could keep her.“If I had killed him,”
Liz’s POVI stood under the warm water of the shower, letting it run over my wrinkled, broken skin as I stared down at my hands. They shook, but the longer I stared at them, the easier it was to see where the magic had healed it.Leaning back against the cold, hard wall, I closed my eyes, and images, no memories began to fade in.At first, they were gentle.Arthur in Lumian’s office. The moment he saw me. The way his whole face changed like he’d forgotten how to breathe. The way his eyes stayed on me even while everyone else argued. Like I was the only thing in the room that mattered.A smile grew on my dry, wrinkled lips as I watched it all unfold.I don’t know how I didn’t see it then.How stupid I was. The way the truth was right in front of me, and I still couldn’t see it. I could see it so clearly now. The way he looked at me. My heart began to ache as I realised just how much time I had wasted.And then it wasn’t a memory anymore.Their eyes dragged over me slowly, like they w
Arthur’s POVEvery inch of me screamed to go with Liz.To follow her down the hall. To make sure she made it to her room. To sit beside her bed and watch her breathe until sleep finally claimed her. But I stayed.The doors to the library shut, and something in my chest went with it. I stood there for a moment, staring at the door.Slowly, I turned and crossed the room. The fight drained out of me with every step, the adrenaline bleeding away until all that was left was bone-deep exhaustion. I sat down in the chair near the table and leaned forward, elbows braced on my knees, hands clasped so tightly my fingers ached.I let out a slow deep breath and droping my eyes to the floor. I had faced wars, rebellions, and monsters that could tear kingdoms apart without flinching. None of them had ever made me feel like this.Powerless.If I failed as Alpha King, lands would burn. People would suffer. History would remember my name for the wrong reasons as the alpha king who failed.But if I fa







