Bella’s POVSeconds turned into days and days into weeks. At the end of the month, something strange started to happen. I wasn’t just surviving my shifts at the hospital anymore—I was settling into them.The anxiety that used to twist in my stomach before each shift had dulled into something steadier, something almost... comfortable. I could also control my healing powers now. It wasn’t that the work got easier. It never really did. But I stopped second-guessing every move I made. I decided to just live my life. I trusted my instincts. I trusted my hands more too. And slowly, the people around me started to trust me too."Morning, superstar," June teased as she plopped down at our usual table in the hospital’s break room. She shoved a coffee cup toward me with a smirk. "I brought you the strong stuff that you like.""The goddess bless you," I groaned, wrapping both hands around the warm cup.Harper slid into the seat beside me, stealing a sip from her own mug. "You know you’ve offic
Bella’s POV The day for the beach trip finally arrived. The house buzzed with excitement. June practically skipped around the kitchen, tossing snacks into a giant paper bag, while Harper packed towels and sunscreen into a huge beach bag. We needed to maintain our skin tone and prevent it from getting burnt. "You’d think we were going away for a week, not a day," I teased, sipping my coffee and watching them both with amusement."You can never be too prepared," Harper said solemnly, zipping up the bag like she was prepping for battle.June rolled her eyes. "Says the woman who once forgot her shoes on a road trip."Harper pointed at her. "That was once. And it was traumatic."I laughed, feeling a relief I hadn’t felt in what felt like forever. By late morning, we were piled into June’s beat-up car, singing loudly along with the playlist we’d fought over the previous night.The drive was beautiful—rolling hills, patches of sunflowers, the occasional glimpse of the ocean sparkling in th
Malrick's POV The council meeting started on time. I walked in, and for the first time, no one looked away or hesitated. They stood up when I entered, giving me the respect I had spent months working for.I moved to the head of the table. It used to be Sage’s seat. Now, it was mine. I sat down without a word, and everyone followed. It felt good, leadership felt very good and there was no way I would let Sage have it back. "Let's get started," I said. "Any new reports?"Rowan cleared his throat. "Tracks were found near the southern ridge. Definitely him."Miriam added, "He’s still running. Mostly moving from place to place to avoid being predicted. But he’s staying out of our immediate territory."I nodded slowly. "He’s desperate," I said. "And dangerous. We can’t relax, we need to stay alert."There were a few mutters of agreement. I could feel it — the full shift had happened. They trusted me now. I enjoyed every bit of how they saw Sage as the enemy. "Double the patrols near the
Bella’s POVI sat on the edge of my bed, tugging on my shoes. It was a normal morning routine. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, lighting up my room. Today felt like any other day. I dressed up quickly, pulling on my scrub pants and a loose top. I brushed my hair and then checked if I was set and ready to leave for the day. My eyes were tired, obviously but it was okay. It was as a result of the stress of the previous day. It was a problem because I had fun with June and Harper at the beach. After grabbing my work bag, I stepped into the hallway. The smell of fresh coffee hit me before I even made it to the kitchen. I could bet it was Harper that had coffee prepared. Kitchen duties are her favorite. Harper stood by the counter, humming quietly as she poured a cup. She spotted me and grinned."Morning. Figured you’d need this," she said, holding out a mug of coffee."You’re a lifesaver," I said, taking it and inhaling the warm scent."June already left," Harper adde
Bella’s POV By the time I finished showering and dragging myself into a fresh pair of sweatpants, the house smelled like heaven. Garlic, tomato sauce, and the unmistakable smell of cheese melting over dough.When I shuffled into the kitchen, Harper was at the counter, trying and failing to hide a grin. June stood happily beside a tray of homemade pizzas, flour smudged on her cheek like a three year old."Surprise!" June yelled, throwing her arms out dramatically.I blinked, still processing. "Uh… what?"Harper laughed and tossed a dishtowel at June."Tell her, genius."June crossed her arms and grinned. "It’s Bella Appreciation Night," she announced. "Because you’re awesome, and you got recognized today, and frankly, it was overdue."I opened my mouth, then closed it again. "You guys didn’t have to—""We wanted to," Harper cut in firmly, grabbing two wine glasses from the cabinet."And it’s not up for debate," June added, yanking open the fridge and pulling out a cheap bottle of wine
Bella’s POV When Harper and June returned, their arms were loaded with food, Harper raised an eyebrow at me but said nothing. June, on the other hand, smirked so hard I thought her face might break.“Well, well, well,” she sang under her breath as we walked back toward the stage. “Look who’s getting her flirt on.”I elbowed her in the ribs, trying to hide my blush.“Shut up.”Harper leaned closer and whispered, “He’s cute. And he’s got EMT muscles. I approve.”I groaned and buried my face in my lemonade.“You two are the worst.”The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter and dancing. Carter found us again after his friends wandered off, and somehow, we ended up dancing to the next few songs.At one point, as the crowd sang along to a cheesy love song, Carter leaned down and said near my ear, “Maybe I’ll see you around the hospital sometime, Nurse Bella.”I smiled up at him, feeling strangely shy. “Maybe you will.”Before we left, he scribbled his number on a napkin and handed
Bella’s POV The next few days have been going very well. Work had been...ordinary, for weeks. After the beach day, after the puppy dreams and crime show marathons, everything settled into a routine that made my heart feel full.I should’ve known better. It was a Friday afternoon when the call came in the hospital speaker. Trauma admission. Male, critical injuries. ETA three minutes.I tightened the straps of my gloves and adjusted my scrub top as I hurried toward the ER bay. Harper caught my eye from across the hallway, giving me a thumbs-up before disappearing into another room.I joined the team gathering by the trauma doors. Dr. Haldren was already snapping out orders.“We don’t have much on him. Found near the old quarry. No ID, unresponsive. Massive blood loss.”The ambulance screamed up outside, lights flashed too. I braced myself.The doors slammed open and the paramedics rushed in with the stretcher. And the moment I saw him, my heart stumbled in my chest.He was big — bigger
Bella’s POV “Operation Cheer-Up is officially underway,” she announced brightly. “No monsters allowed.”I managed to laugh a little, and Harper smiled tiredly. Even Liam cracked half a grin.June plopped down beside me, bumping my shoulder. “You know what we need? A puppy. A big, slobbery, totally useless puppy that barks at everything and scares the boogeymen away.”I laughed again, a little stronger this time.“We’d probably end up adopting a hellhound by accident.”June gasped. “And name it Snuggles.”Harper snorted into her hot chocolate, and even Liam shook his head, chuckling. For a few minutes, the fear faded. The house was still marked, still haunted by whatever had clawed the walls.Later, when the others drifted off, June was asleep on the floor with a cookie half-eaten in her hand, Harper was snoring softly against the armchair. I on the other hand was awake, staring at the flickering candlelight.Liam was still awake too, sitting by the door, legs stretched out, eyes aler
Sage POV I didn’t move for hours. Could’ve been a trap. Probably was. But the food didn’t rot. It stayed warm. Clean, no flies, no magic stink. Just food.And I was starving. I didn't realise when I rushed to the food and ate it. The meat was rich, real—flavored with something faintly herbal. I devoured it before I could think too hard about the consequences.She came again the next night. Same time. Same place. Same food. No words. No questions. Just her.I watched from higher up in the trees that time, cloaked in shadows. She sat longer. Sang a different song. This one was... sad. My wolf leaned forward in my head, ears perked.She smelled like memory. Like something I should know.It kept happening. Dusk after dusk. She never brought fire, never wore shoes. Her breath fogged in the cold, but she didn’t shiver. The forest began to settle around her. Birds followed. Deer peeked from the edges of the trees. Even the cursed places began to slow their spread.She was changing somethin
Sage POV Something felt wrong the moment I stepped into the clearing.It wasn’t just the cold or the silence—this quietness ran too deep. The kind that seeps into your bones and warns you you’re not alone. My paws sank into the frostbitten soil as I crept forward in beast form, every muscle tensed. The scent hit me a second later.Rot, decay and worse—blood magic. I froze instantly. The trees ahead weren’t just dying—they were blackening. The bark split and blistered, oozing dark sap like blood. Leaves had withered mid-branch, and the ground was slick with a sickness that pulsed through the earth. I growled low in my throat.Someone was poisoning the forest. Not randomly—no, this was deliberate. It must be a message.Malrick. It had to be him. Who else would twist the land like this just to force me out of hiding?I should’ve turned around. Everything in me screamed to leave. But this was my territory. Mine. I’d hunted here. Bled here. Howled under a hundred moons. I couldn’t just w
Sage POVThe snow is deep tonight, it clung to my fur like frostbite waiting to happen. I move low to the ground, my body slink between trees that creak with cold. Every breath foghed the air. I haven’t shifted back in months—not since the dungeon. Not since Malrick.My beast form keot me safer out here. More muscle, better speed. The downside? I’m losing pieces of myself. Human thoughts came in fragments now—disjointed, buried beneath the instincts that snarl louder with each passing day.A branch snaps up ahead causing me to freeze, every muscle locked tight. My ears twitch. A low rumble builds in my chest, a warning to the night. I heard another snap, it was softer this time. Just wind or something watching?I sank back into the shadows. The patrols have been thicker lately. Malrick’s voice—his commands—they ride the wind like old songs I can’t stop hearing. I don’t know how many men he’s sent. Five? Ten? More? Doesn’t matter. I stay out of sight. Always watching. Always moving. Th
Bella’s POV The morning after I got my first A, I woke up to the smell of cinnamon and burnt toast.“Who let Liam near the stove again?” I called from the stairs.“I resent that,” Liam’s voice echoed up. “I’ll have you know this is a controlled culinary experiment.”“Controlled by what? Gremlins?” June giggled.I walked into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from my eyes. June was perched on the counter in mismatched socks, waving a spatula like a conductor’s baton. Liam stood proudly beside a skillet full of what looked like... slightly-charred pancakes shaped like wolves.“Are those ears or legs?” I asked, squinting.“Both,” he said without hesitation.“Harper, you’re seeing this, right?”She entered from the hallway in her oversized cardigan, her eyes were still soft with sleep. “I’ve learned not to question Liam’s methods before coffee,” she said, reaching for the pot.June held up a plate. “These are for you. Nurse Bella needs fuel.”“They’re actually really good,” Liam added quickly.
Bella’s POV The sky was ash when I found her again—June, leaning against the porch railing, a wool blanket wrapped tight around her shoulders. She didn’t look up when I stepped outside, just sipped from her mug like the world hadn’t tried to break her.“You’re gonna freeze out here,” I said, nudging her lightly.“I like the cold,” she replied.I didn’t have a response for that, so I just stood beside her and let the silence settle between us. Sometimes that was better than pushing. And lately, silence didn’t feel so heavy.Inside, Harper’s laughter drifted from the kitchen. She and Liam were cleaning up after dinner, arguing over who forgot to defrost the chicken. It felt normal. Safe. Like the council hadn’t carved messages into our door or hunted us through ancient forests.But even in that peace, a small ember inside me kept burning—restless, searching, quietly desperate for something more.I didn’t tell them right away.Weeks passed since we decided to stay. Weeks of healing, adj
Bella’s POV We left the house to a hotel to spend a few days and not raise any suspicion. The air in Ålesund felt different the moment we returned. The ferry ride back had been quiet—too quiet. June barely spoke, and Harper’s silence was thick with tension. Even Liam, usually steady, kept glancing over his shoulder like something was breathing down his neck.Now, standing on our front porch again, everything felt wrong.The snow hadn’t fallen naturally. It clung to the trees in odd clumps, too heavy, too still. The ravens had returned in droves, black feathers scattering across the drive like a warning. One perched on the porch railing, staring straight at June until she shooed it away with a flicker of energy that crackled in the air.“Don’t,” Harper said, voice sharp. “They're watching.”“They?” I asked.“Not just the Council. Something older. Something waking up.”Inside, the house was just as we left it, but colder. I could smell unfamiliar scents mixed into our own—cologne, swea
Bella’s POV The pendant flared white-hot. The ground beneath her feet cracked. Trees bent back like something had exhaled violently. Birds scattered from the branches, screaming into the sky.Liam lunged forward, grabbing her shoulders. “June! You have to control it!”“I don’t know how!” she screamed.Wind howled. Real wind. Not the kind from storms, but something summoned—something born.Harper raised her hands, murmuring an incantation. Runes lit beneath her fingers in sharp blue flickers. “Bella, keep her steady!”I rushed forward and grabbed June’s hand. She was trembling violently, her breath coming in gasps.“I don’t want this,” she cried.“But it’s already yours,” I said. “Let it in. Or it will tear you apart.”The pendant cracked down the middle, releasing a pulse of energy that knocked all of us back. I landed hard in the snow. When I sat up, June was on her knees, her chest was heaving—but calm. For now.The snow around her had formed a perfect ring of frost, etched with ru
Bella’s POV The days following the attack were a blur of healing and conversations about the way forward. Harper on her hand, immersed herself in ancient texts, her fingers stained with ink and herbs. One evening, I approached her as she traced a rune onto the floor with a mixture of ash and blood."Harper," I began cautiously, "you're pushing yourself too hard."She didn't look up. "We need stronger protections. The Council won't stop, and neither will what's coming.""What's coming?" I pressed.She finally met my gaze, her eyes momentarily flickering silver. "There are older things than the Council, Bella. Things that have been dormant for centuries."A chill ran down my spine. "And you're waking them?"She returned to her work. "Better to wake them on our terms than theirs."Liam and I stood watch outside, the snow crunching beneath our boots. "She's changed," I murmured.Liam nodded. "Magic that deep always leaves a mark. She's treading dangerous ground.""Can we trust her?
Bella’s POV We didn’t speak much on the way home. The lantern lights faded behind us, replaced by the hush of falling snow and the quiet thrum of adrenaline. My wrist still pulsed from where Kalen had touched me, like the cold had rooted itself beneath the skin. I kept rubbing it, trying to forget how close I’d come to unraveling.Back at the house, Liam was already waiting at home, pacing by the window. He had left earlier to check if the house was safe before we got home. “He was there,” I said.He didn’t need to ask who.“He got too close,” Harper muttered, locking the door behind us. “Too fast.”June dropped her coat, cheeks flushed. “We’re running out of time, aren’t we?”Harper didn’t answer right away. Instead, she crossed to the fireplace and knelt down, pulling away the base of the stone hearth. I heard the click before I saw the opening—a hidden compartment built into the wall, older than the house itself.She drew out something long and wrapped in thick, cracked leather.