Liam POVThe wind in Norway felt really good and homy.Every morning, I told myself I’d get used to it. The quietness, the open roads, the way people nodded politely and kept to themselves. But after nearly two months, I still couldn’t breathe right in this place.“Try to blend in,” Harper had said. “Stay off the radar.”“Hard to do when your instincts scream every time a branch cracks.” I always replied. I walked to the edge of the woods again. There was no particular reason. Just the usual scent check, energy scan, terrain memory. The soil here held no pack. No old blood. No buried bones. But the wind was wrong.It felt like someone was watching. I stopped at the base of a twisted pine and sniffed the air but there was nothing. Just frost and tree sap and sea fog.But I didn’t imagine it. I never imagined it.Bella was already home when I returned. She stood in the kitchen in her scrubs, sleeves pushed to her elbows, hair tied back. A soft glow followed her now. Subtle, but I could
Bella’s POV I knew that Liam was telling the truth but I didn't know how to explain to them that I had no idea how to control myself and stop healing the patients from the hospital. All I could do was hope that things would not get out of hand and get the humans spooked. They would not understand anything about the supernatural world. The water cascaded over my skin, steam massaged my tense muscles around I stood under the showerhead. When I finally stepped out, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself tightly. My fingers trembled slightly—not from the cold, but from the anxiety that had settled beneath my skin these past few weeks.I pulled open the dresser drawer and took out a fresh pair of dark scrubs. The fabric was soft, slightly faded from too many washes, but comfortable. I tugged on the top, then stepped into the pants, tying the drawstring snug around my waist. I twisted my damp hair into a tight bun and pinned it in place. There was no room for mistakes. No d
Bella’s POV The moment I stepped through the front door, Harper was already waiting. Her arms were crossed, her jaw tight, and the look in her eyes told me this wasn’t going to be a casual conversation.She was waiting, sitting at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee was on the table too. She looked up when she saw me, her eyes soft but tired.“You need to back off, Bella,” she said the second I closed the door behind me.I dropped my bag by the couch, my heart was still pounding from what happened at the hospital. “Back off from what?”“You know what,” she snapped. “The patient. The healing. The doctor asking questions. You think they won’t notice something’s off? You’re playing with fire.”I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. “I saved his life, Harper. He was gone. Flatlined. And now he’s alive. I can’t pretend that didn’t happen.”“You should pretend,” she said sharply. “This is what we agreed on—low profile, no powers, no attention. This kind of miracle? It’s exactly w
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
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.
Bella’s POV I swallowed. “Harper told you?”“No.” He glanced at me then, his expression was unreadable. “I felt it. Your energy flared through the wards like a damn flare gun.”“I didn’t use powers. It was just—” I paused. “Instinct.”“Exactly.” He faced me fully now, stepping closer. “Your wolf’s too close to the surface.”I scoffed and dropped my bag by the kitchen table. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”“It is when people start to notice.” His voice was low. “That doctor of yours—Haldren? He’s already talking about it. Calling you some kind of miracle worker. Word spreads, Bella. Fast.”I sat down slowly. The wood beneath me felt cold, grounding. “What do you want me to do? Let someone die next time?”“I want you to control it,” he snapped. “There’s a reason we train to separate instinct from action.”Silence stretched between us. I broke it first. “I’m not just a wolf, Liam. I’m not just a nurse either. I’m… in between. And no one taught me how to be that.”He rubbed his fac
Bella’s POV The morning after the rite, I woke before the sun rose. Everything felt wrong.The wind outside wasn’t louder—but I could hear it now, like a low whisper curled through the house. My heart thudded faster than usual. Every sound—June’s sleepy breathing upstairs, Harper’s footsteps in the kitchen, Liam locking the front door—hit me like thunder.I pressed a hand to my chest, breathing deep. Harper handed me a cup of coffee as I entered the kitchen, her eyes were already on me. “You’re hearing more now, aren’t you?”I nodded slowly. “Footsteps, breathing. Even the streetlamp outside—I can hear it buzz.”“Your instincts are awakening.” She stirred her tea, eyes dark. “They’ll either sharpen or overwhelm you.”I didn’t want to be overwhelmed. Especially not at work. At the hospital, I kept my head down. I tried to focus on charts, patients, and ward rounds. But it was hard. I could hear heartbeats behind closed doors. I knew when someone was lying—even when they didn’t know it