ANMELDENZane's Point Of ViewRonan's entire body went rigid. His large hands, which had been tenderly stroking my knuckles, froze mid-motion. He stared at me with his jaw slack, amber eyes blinking once, twice… as if his brain struggled to process a language he'd never encountered before. The color seemed to drain from his sun-kissed complexion. "You... you saw the Moon Goddess?" The question emerged as an incredibly low, gravelly whisper that vibrated through the mattress beneath us. His voice carried a reverence I'd never heard from him before, not even during pack ceremonies. "You actually saw her, Zane? In a dream?" I nodded hard against the pillow, my hair rustling against the fabric. My heart hammered in my chest as I recalled every vivid detail, the memory still so fresh it felt like I could reach out and touch it. "It wasn't a normal dream, Ronan. I'm telling you, it felt real… more real than anything I've experienced. I floated in this massive, endless white void, and my body looke
Zane's Point Of ViewI swallowed the huge, dry lump in my throat and forced my translucent, floating legs to move forward. My knees hit the invisible white floor right in front of her shimmering silver gown, the hem of her dress rippling like liquid moonlight as it pooled around my see-through hands. I bent my head down, my breath coming in short, uneven hitches as I waited, wondering if this was truly happening or if my oxygen-starved brain had finally snapped. The uncertainty gnawed at me, making my ghostly form tremble. The Moon Goddess leaned forward. Slowly, she placed her luminous, pale hand directly onto the top of my head. The gesture was tender, almost motherly, and something inside me cracked at the gentleness of it. The second her fingertips made contact with my hair, an incredible surge of warmth entered me. I braced myself automatically, squeezing my eyes shut because I expected that awful, searing, skin-peeling fire from before, but it didn't come. This was completely
Zane's Point Of ViewThe word "lose" hung in the air… heavy and suffocating, vibrating through the endless white void until my translucent skull practically ached from the echo. "Lose?" I repeated, my voice dropping into a hollow, shaky whisper that didn't even sound like me anymore. "As in... not just me getting kicked out or failing an assignment? You mean the entire world? Everything wiped clean, and the dark sigen taking over?" The sheer horror of it struck me like a physical blow to the chest. My stomach performed a violent, sickening flip. I felt my knees weaken, even in this strange incorporeal form. Suddenly, a memory from months ago - something I'd buried deep under layers of college stress and potion essays - came rushing back so fast it made my vision blur. That nightmare. The one that used to jolt me awake screaming, drenched in cold sweat, clawing at my own sheets like they were trying to suffocate me. The vivid smell of burning woodsmoke and rotting flesh flooded my s
Zane's Point Of View My chest felt hollow, as though someone had carved out everything vital and left only an empty shell. The breath caught halfway up my throat as I gaped at her. The stars in her crown pulsed with their own rhythm, casting tiny, sharp silver glints across my translucent knuckles. "It's... it's really you?" The words scraped out of me, tasting like absolute dust on my tongue. My voice cracked with disbelief. "Like, the actual, real-deal Selene? I'm not just having a massive hallucination because my brain melted from Ronan's venom?" The Moon Goddess released a soft, low sound that wasn't quite a laugh, but it made the entire white void feel ten degrees warmer. The tension in my shoulders eased slightly at that sound… something about it felt almost maternal, familiar in a way I couldn't quite place. It reminded me of my father's gentle reassurance when I'd wake from childhood nightmares, that same cadence of comfort that promised everything would be okay. She shoo
Zane's Point Of ViewMy jaw practically scraped whatever invisible floor existed beneath me. I stared at the massive white wolf with the glowing gold crescent on his head, my brain short-circuiting for the fifth time tonight. Each shock felt worse than the last, and this one threatened to shatter me entirely. My thoughts scattered like leaves in a hurricane, refusing to form any coherent pattern. "Fenrir?" The word choked out of me, my voice squeaking so loud it made me cringe. Heat crept up my translucent neck, embarrassment mixing with confusion in a toxic cocktail. "Why... how the hell are you out of my body right now? What the actual hell is going on?!" I frantically looked down at myself to check if I remained whole, and that's when real panic struck. My hands… my actual hands looked weirdly translucent. Like some cruel joke, I could literally see the bright, endless white void right through my own fingers, the edges of my skin glowing with a faint, fuzzy silver outline.My wed
Zane's Point Of ViewRonan didn't pull away. His teeth remained buried in my neck, his body crushing me against the boulder as pain seared through me. This wasn't just a bite… it was a brand, a claim, and it burned like hellfire coursing through every nerve. "Fuck… Ronan… It hurts! It hurts! Please…" The scream tore from my throat, my voice breaking as agony radiated through my veins, my skin feeling as though it was being stripped away layer by layer. My fingers clawed desperately at his arms, my nails digging in as I begged for relief, for mercy, for anything to make it stop. The rational part of my mind knew this was necessary, but my body screamed in protest, every instinct demanding escape. Against my neck, Ronan's voice emerged as a dark, possessive growl, his fangs still embedded deep in my flesh. "Mine," he snarled, his breath scorching against my skin. "You're mine, Zane. All of you. Every inch. Every breath. Every fucking moan." His grip tightened mercilessly, his body pin
Zane's Point Of View The plateau was too quiet.The mist rising off the river coiled around my ankles like living smoke, cold and clinging. The water shimmered under the pale morning light, its surface deceptively calm, like glass hiding a blade beneath. My skin prickled just looking at it, the hu
Zane's Point Of View“I…” My head rose, eyes burning, throat raw. “Am not…”I stood. Fully. Shaking, bloody, trembling like a newborn deer, but upright.“YOURS…” My voice rose, breaking into a snarl, echoing against the darkness.“To break!!!”The shout tore out of me, guttural and hoarse, ripping
Zane's Point Of View “Do it first,” I said, my voice low, rough, leaving no room for argument. “Then we’ll talk.” And I didn’t wait for his answer. I wrenched the door open and stepped out before he could reach for me again. The hallway outside felt colder, like the air itself was punishing me f
Zane's Point Of View The sand in the hourglass hissed its last grains, a sound that bit into the back of my skull like the tick of a blade being sharpened. The chamber was alive with shadows and echoes, the air still humming from the illusions it had forced on us.Caroline was in front of Alisa, h







