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Veylith's Point of ViewThe forest bends around me as I prowl from the shadows, my paws sinking into the earth with soundless precision. My muscles ripple beneath my fur, every movement honed, controlled. My vision sharpens in the dark, my crimson eyes cutting through distance until they land on them.There they are.Drake, is standing tall, protective, his wolf’s strength simmering beneath his skin. Nicole, fragile and glowing, her unborn child radiating a strange, potent energy that I can almost taste. And Hazel… the witch. The one who shattered the cage of my prison and let me walk free again.A low growl builds in my throat, vibrating deep in my chest. So it is true. They are all here. All gathered neatly in one place.I step forward, claws sinking into the soil, my weight pressing down like a shadow over the clearing. Their gazes snap to me, wary, watchful. Hazel moves quickly, faster than I expect. Her hands lift, her voice sharp with a spell.The ripple shimmers into existence
Hazel's Point of ViewI stand frozen for a few heartbeats, my eyes locked on the forest. The sound of paws thundering against the earth fades quickly, swallowed by the dense trees. Drake’s massive dark wolf, Mark’s gray wolf, and Aiden’s sandy coat wolf are gone in seconds, vanishing into the shadows like they were never here.Only then do I exhale, the tension in my chest loosening just enough for me to speak. I turn to Nicole, who is still watching the treeline with her hands resting protectively over her swollen belly.“Let’s head back into the pack house,” I say, my voice calmer than I feel. “I will put up a barrier around it, make sure nothing else gets through.”She meets my gaze, something unspoken passing between us, a shared understanding, and a shared worry. Then she nods her head. “Alright.”We walk together towards the steps, the heavy wooden door of the pack house looming ahead like a safe haven. But I know better. Four walls and a lock are not enough against what is out t
Aiden's Point of ViewI move fast down the hallway towards the stairs, I am barely aware of my feet as I descend the stairs and head straight for my office. My jaw is tight, my hands curled into fists, and my thoughts spin faster than I can catch them. I slam the door behind me and begin pacing the length of the room.Crimson eyes. Pitch black hair.Hazel’s words echo over and over in my mind.That woman she saw in the vision… she fits the exact description of the woman I met at the bar, the night everything fell apart. The night I rejected Hazel.I never told anyone about her. Not Nicole. Not Drake. Not even Hazel.Back then, I thought I had just had too much to drink. I thought I imagined the intensity in her eyes, the way her voice made my skin crawl. But now...Then there was the figure I saw at the stream. Just a flash. Black hair. Red eyes. Gone in the blink of an eye. I thought I was losing it. But what if I was not? What if it was her again?What if she has been watching us th
Hazel's Point of ViewThe room grows quiet... too quiet.As everyone processes what Drake and I just told them, silence takes hold like a vise. Amelia clutches Griffin a little tighter. Richard does not even blink, his jaw locked. Even Aiden looks pale now, eyes distant, haunted, maybe.I shift uncomfortably in my seat, the weight of their fear pressing against my chest.Then, quietly, Nicole rises from her chair. She rests a hand on her rounded belly, her other bracing against the table. Her voice is soft but firm as she says. “It has been a long eventful drive. Let me show you to your room, Hazel.”Relief flutters in my chest like a bird. I nod my head, grateful for the out. “Thanks. I would apriciate that.” I need a moment. Just a few minutes away from all this, away from the weight of what I have just said and the way it has unsettled everyone.But before Nicole can take a step, Aiden speaks up. “I can show her.”The words fall hard in the space between us, like a stone dropped i
Aiden's Point of ViewI pace the length of my office like a caged animal, the old wooden floor creaking beneath my boots with every turn. My eyes flick to the clock on the wall, it has been two and a half hours since Drake called. They should have been here by now.A tight knot forms in my gut, twisting with each passing minute. Something is wrong. I can feel it like a storm pressing against the edges of my skin. I told Drake this was a bad idea, dragging Hazel back into our world. And now they are late.I grab my phone and keys from the desk, heart thudding against my ribs. Enough waiting.As I storm out of the office and push through the front doors of the pack house, the harsh afternoon light stings my eyes. I’m halfway down the porch steps when I hear the low rumble of an engine approaching from the treeline.Drake’s truck, driving up towards the pack house.I stop dead in my tracks as the vehicle comes into view, dust trailing behind it. Relief crashes into me, hot and sharp, but
Hazel's Point of ViewThe trees blur past the window as we follow the winding road back towards Blackwater. I rest my head against the glass, watching the world streak by in shades of green and gold, trying to settle the twisting in my stomach. There’s a quiet between Drake and me, not uncomfortable, just full. The kind of quiet that says we’re both bracing for what comes next.Then I see it.“Drake,” I say, sitting up straight, pointing ahead.A column of black smoke snakes into the sky from somewhere just beyond the trees. Thick. Ominous. My heart drops into my stomach even before the shrill, piercing tone of Drake’s phone slices through the air. He pulls it from his pocket, eyes narrowing as he reads the screen.“Another attack,” he mutters, voice low and tight.Before I can respond, movement catches my eye, shadows shifting fast through the trees on the side of the road.Wolves.At least five of them, sleek and fast, darting through the forest like they’re being hunted, or running