LOGINHansel’s POVThe first time the man hit me, I was nine.The second time, I was fourteen and I had gotten so used to the beatings that I stopped crying.His name was Gregory.He was a large Delta wolf with a permanent scowl and a drinking problem.His wife, Martha, wasn’t much better, she was an abuser and a drunk just like her husband.They had three mean sons that’s made my life hell on a daily basis.Being a witch wolf meant my wolf was very small almost non existent, so they assumed I was wolf less and hurt me everyday.The day Gregory carried me into their home, I thought maybe fate had finally shown me mercy.I was wrong.At first they fed me and gave me a corner to sleep in and some old clothes to wear.For a few days I actually believed they were helping me.Then reality hit me hard “Get up!”A bucket of cold water slammed into my face and I gasped awake.Martha stood over me with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.The sky outside was still dark.“I’m awake,” I whisper
Hansel’s POVThe first thing my mother taught me was how to hide, it wasn’t how to fight or cast spells, it was to survive.Because witches like us didn’t survive by being powerful. We survived by never being found.And even then sometimes that wasn’t enough.I was eight years old when my childhood ended.The memory still haunted me everyday since then and it felt like a punishment.Sometimes when I looked into a mirror and saw pieces of my mother staring back at me.Back then, life was simple.Our village sat hidden deep in the southern forests, we were all witches and we had magic woven quietly into everyday life.Nobody outside our village knew we existed.Or at least that was what we believed.I slept peacefully that night beneath a patchwork blanket my mother had made. The smell of lavender candles filled our little home.A storm rumbled faintly outside theb someone shook my shoulder hard.“Hansel.” I groaned.“Mama”“Hansel.”Her voice sounded panicked and fear shot through my s
Mila’s POVI woke up screaming. The sound tore itself from my throat before I even understood where I was.One moment there had been darkness.The next all I could see was death around me, I sighed and looked around, Knox wasn’t here but he rushed in immediately.His arms wrapped around my shoulders while I shook violently.Moon Goddess, the dream had felt real, too real.The smell of burning flesh still lingered in my nose.The sound of children crying still echoed in my ears.The image of entire kingdoms collapsing refused to leave my mind.“Mila, look at me.” He said I looked up and his eyes were filled with concern.“What happened?”I opened my mouth but nothing came out.Because how was I supposed to explain what I’d just seen?A knock sounded at the door then another. Before anyone could answer, the door burst open and Hansel rushed inside first with Conrad right behind her.Then Caleb and Sasha even Marie then Eric and Elise, Marcus came in lastly.Everyone looked half dressed
Bastian POVThe Void never slept. That was something I learned years ago.It didn’t rest or go quiet. Didn’t leave you alone it was like a bug, it whispered constantly in my head.Sometimes it sounded like distant voices. Sometimes like scratching beneath stone. Sometimes like screams carried through water.But lately it had become louder.I stood alone inside the cavern beneath my fortress watching the black candles burned with unnatural flames around the chamber.Ancient runes covered the walls. Darkness pooled in the corners and in the center of the room stood a massive stone altar.The same altar where I trained every night. The same altar where I bled for power.The same altar where I had sacrificed pieces of myself until almost nothing human remained.I rested both hands against the cold stone and closed my eyes. Immediately the whispers began and it was clawing inside my skull and my jaw tightened.“Speak clearly.” I snapped A single voice emerged and it was not the demon fro
Bastian POVVoid magic made me feel alive. That was the first thing I learned after making the deal.It wasn’t power you controlled it was power you fed and the more hatred you carried the stronger it became.Years passed after my mother’s death I practiced in secret, draining the blood of servants and weak omegas to strengthen the bond.I learned how to hide the darkness inside me beneath fake smiles and careful obedience to everyone.In the eyes of the pack, I was simply the forgotten son, the rejected one and the troubled older brother of Knox Mercer.But underneath that mask the Void grew. I trained in hidden caves beneath the mountains. Every night I pushed the magic further.Until darkness obeyed me like a living weapon at first it nearly destroyed me, the Void demanded blood constantly.Sometimes I woke with blood on my hands and no memory of where it came from. Sometimes the shadows whispered for days without stopping.Sometimes I heard the demon’s voice in my dreams.Open the
Bastian POVPeople believed monsters were born. They weren’t they were made in a slow and painful way. And mine began the night I watched my mother die.I was eight years old when I learned love meant weakness in the Mercer kingdom and my father didnt give a shit about me.Rain hammered violently against the palace windows that night while thunder shook the mountain walls.The servants stayed silent as always. Because silence kept people alive in our house.I sat on the cold marble floor outside my mother’s chambers clutching a wooden wolf figurine she carved for me herself.“You should sleep, little prince,” my mother had whispered earlier that evening while brushing my dark hair away from my forehead.I remembered smiling at her and remembered the warmth in her eyes. That was the last night I ever felt safe.Voices echoed faintly from inside her room now they were arguing again. Father’s deep furious voice and another softer voice but also cold.Isobel Mercer My stepmother.Even as
Knox's pov…..The palace halls were quiet when I returned.I didn't like arguing with Mila.My boots echoed softly against the polished stone floor as I walked toward my room. Servants stepped aside respectfully when they saw me, lowering their gazes the way they always did now.Alpha King.The tit
Mila's pov…Kreda was draining and annoying, I almost punched her in the face.I reached the palace gates and pushed it open everywhere was dark already except for the torches of fires lining the place. Guards stood at their usual posts, but none of them stopped me as I walked inside.Some nodded
Mila's pov….I woke up slowly today.Hansel my annoying service maid didn't come to bang in my ears today.I had to wake up or Isobel would have my head.My eyes snapped open.Sunlight poured through the tall windows, turning the pale curtains gold dust motes floated lazily in the air.I groaned s
Mila’s POV…..BANG BANG BANGThe banging on my door sounded like someone was trying to break it down.I jolted awake my heart racing.“Luna! Wake up!”The voice was sharp, impatient, and far too loud for this early morning.I groaned and buried my face in the pillow.Maybe if I ignored them, they







