Elena’s POV The journey leaving the Northern Range Pack back to our own felt heavier than I expected. There was silence, thick and unbroken hanging over us like a cloak. Even though we had achieved everything we came for, the weight of all we had seen, all we had endured, clung to our souls like shadows. Perhaps it was the memories of that cold land, or perhaps it was the faces we left behind, but none of us spoke for a while. Each hoofbeat of our horses against the dirt sounded louder than usual, like a slow drumbeat marking time. Strangely, the journey home seemed faster, as if the roads themselves were eager to see us leave that place of trials and return to familiar ground. Or maybe it was my heart, yearning for home, for the warm scent of the forest that belonged to us. The tall trees began to change around us, signaling the edge of the enchanted forest. And then I saw them, Scarlet people and the other witches waiting where the trees formed a natural archway. I blinked
Sophia POV I stood by the window, my fingers gripping the cold frame as I stared outside. Elena and the others were walking down the path, their figures slowly fading into the distance. I didn’t blink, I couldn’t. My chest felt heavy, and my throat tightened as I watched them leave, each step they took pulling something from deep inside me, something I didn’t know I still had. By the time they were out of sight, I felt hollow. I hadn’t even realized that my vision had grown blurry until a tear slipped down my cheek, warm and uninvited. I quickly wiped it away with the back of my hand, but it was too late. More followed, spilling down like a dam had broken inside me. I drew in a shaky breath, trying to force myself to stop. I couldn’t cry, not me, not Sophia, the girl who always acted like she had no weaknesses. But the truth was breaking me apart piece by piece. A sudden knock on my door startled me. My heart jumped into my throat, and I quickly stepped away from the window, w
Elena’s POV The palace grounds felt unnaturally quiet that morning, as though the walls were whispering their goodbyes to me. We were preparing for the long journey back to our Pack, and every step I took through the corridors felt like a farewell to a chapter of my life, one filled with pain, revelations, and victories that had changed me forever. The Elders had gathered at the grand courtyard, their silver hair catching the gentle rays of the early sun. Their eyes, wise and filled with a strange mix of pride and sorrow, followed me as I approached. They had always been a presence that felt unshakable, rooted like ancient trees, guardians of traditions and truths too deep to be fully understood. When they spoke, their voices carried the weight of the gods whispers. We will pray for you, child, one of the Elders said, her wrinkled hand lightly brushing mine. Your path is heavy, but it is guided by the goddess herself. May the winds of the earth bear you swiftly home. I bowed my h
Lykan’s POV For the first time since we arrived in the Northern Range Pack, I felt truly at ease. No enemies lurking in the shadows, no constant weight of war pressing on my shoulders. Tonight, we were treated like royalty, rooms with soft beds, warm fires, and quiet that felt like a luxury. The war was over, and for once, the world around me didn’t demand blood or strategy. Elena was stretched across my lap, her dark hair spilling like silk over my legs as I stroked it gently. Every time my fingers slipped through those strands, I was reminded of the moments I feared losing her. The battles we fought weren’t just for the pack but for this woman, this mate, this heartbeat that kept me sane. I’m happy we’re done with our mission, I murmured, my voice low, a mix of relief and pride. I placed my hand over her stomach, the gesture unthinking but full of meaning. And my little baby is still here. Her lips curved into a soft smile as she looked up at me. That smile alone could melt me
Coronation Day The dawn of coronation day painted the sky with hues of amber and rose. The Northern Range Pack had risen early, eager to witness the birth of a new era. The entire palace ground, which only days ago bore the scent of blood and war, was now alive with laughter, music, and the aroma of roasted meats. Flags fluttered proudly, their colors vibrant against the morning breeze, and garlands of fresh flowers hung across the courtyard arches, symbolizing peace and new beginnings. I stood watching the flood of people below. Wolves in their human forms moved gracefully among the crowd, their faces painted with joy and relief. After years of tension, betrayal, and uncertainty, there was finally hope. Beside me, Sophia stood quiet, her dark hair swept elegantly over her shoulder. Though she wore a dress of deep silver, an honorary color of the queen’s line, her eyes carried a weight I couldn’t name. Was it fear of the unknown, or the remnants of her wounds that no celebrat
The heavy clang of metal echoed as the prison door creaked open, and the torchlight spilling from the hallway painted long, wavering shadows on the cold stone floor. My pulse quickened. I gripped the broken wooden piece we had found, a makeshift weapon. While Sophia held a rusted metal tray like a shield. We had no idea who or what was coming, but we refused to be dragged away like helpless prey. Then we saw them. The elders of the Northern Range Pack. Their presence froze us in place, time itself seemed to pause. Their long ceremonial robes brushed against the floor as they stepped into view, their faces unreadable but carrying the weight of centuries of wisdom and judgment. They stood tall, unflinching, their gaze piercing like they could see right through my soul. I felt my grip falter, my fingers trembled as I slowly lowered the wooden stick to the ground. Beside me, Sophia did the same, her lips parting in shock. We exchanged a glance, neither of us had expected this.