LOGINSophie’s POV The sight of the alter ego of Lucas moving toward our son made my blood freeze over. Time seemed to slow as I made my move as well, golden Luna energy exploding from me aiming in a protect. The shadow twin collided with my shield, its black eyes, mirror images of Lucas’s silver ones, flashing with hunger that was as old as anything. Lucas screamed in my arms, his tiny body convulsing as the dark veins spread further, fighting against the pull of his corrupted counterpart. “Damon!” I cried through our bond, my voice breaking. He was already there, his massive black wolf form slamming into the shadow entity. The ritual circle kept pulsing harder, Vespera’s broken laughter echoing even as she bled out on the ground. The First God fragment loomed larger, feeding power into the merge. “Lucas is stronger than this!” I shouted, and decided that I would believe that. There were a lot of memories i could think about. Late nights feeding him, his first laughs, the way he reach
Sophie’s POV The disappearance of Elara and the stolen sealing crystal sent the entire mansion into lockdown. Lucas’s sudden crying and those terrifying dark veins on his tiny arms had every protective instinct in me coming alive. Almost eight months old and our son was already fighting an internal battle we couldn’t fully see. I held him tightly against my chest, rocking him as golden sparks mixed with faint, worrying shadows that moved across his skin before vanishing. “Shh, little spark,” I whispered, pouring every ounce of Luna energy into him. “Mama’s here. We won’t let them take you.” Damon paced the nursery, his silver eyes filled with both fury and fear. The pack was mobilized, every warrior on high alert, but the problem that hit hardest came from the elders during an emergency meeting at dawn. One elder revealed a hidden page from the forbidden scrolls. “The Mirror Soul isn’t just a reflection. In rare cases, it can split. If the ancients succeed in their ritual, Lucas
Sophie’s POV The celebration feast lasted well into the night, but beneath the laughter and raised tankards, the pack felt some new kind of unease. Lucas had fallen asleep early in our arms. We tucked him into the reinforced family bed, his breathing steady and peaceful for the first time in what felt like weeks. Yet as Damon and I slipped out to join the festivities briefly, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the relics’ victory had come at a hidden cost. Marcus approached us near the bonfire, his expression troubled despite the joy that everyone else seems to be feeling. “Luna, Alpha. One of the new refugees, a young healer named Elara, has been acting strange. She keeps muttering about ‘the true balance’ and asking detailed questions about Lucas’s feeding schedule and sleeping patterns.” Damon’s silver eyes narrowed. “Watch her then. Closely.” I nodded, but this was a very big problem that dig its way into my chest. Could one of the very wolves we had sheltered be compromised b
Sophie’s POVThe victory against the shadow entity brought a bit of calm that settled over the mansion like morning mist. For three days, the Echoes were nearly silent, the shadows retreated, and Lucas thrived. He was crawling at impressive speed and pulling himself up on every piece of furniture, determined to walk. His laughter filled the halls as he chased after pack pups who slowed down just for him.I cherished every moment. Mornings were spent in the garden with him, practicing gentle control of his power while Damon oversaw pack training with the relics. Lucas would reach for butterflies or flowers, coaxing them closer with tiny sparks before giggling when they fley away.But on the fourth night, the calm finally seized.I woke up to Lucas crying, not his usual fussy whimper, but a sharp, distressed sound that pulled at my soul. Damon was already out of bed, reaching the crib before me. Our son’s eyes were wide with fear, little hands grasping at the air as golden sparks moved
Sophie’s POVThe relics changed everything. The moment we activated the amulets and crystal within the mansion grounds, a powerful wave of golden light rippled outward. Wards strengthened overnight, and the constant whispers of the Echoes grew distant. Lucas slept soundly for the first time in weeks, his tiny chest rising and falling peacefully.I stood over his crib at dawn, watching him. He stirred, silver eyes opening to find me. With a happy gurgle, he pulled himself up on the rails and reached for me with both arms.“Mama,” he said clearly, the word certain.I lifted him, holding his warm little body close as he buried his face in my neck. Damon entered quietly, wrapping his arms around both of us from behind. The three of us stood there in silence, drawing strength from one another before the day’s demands began.“The crystal worked better than expected,” Damon murmured, kissing my temple. “But the ancients won’t wait long. They’ll strike harder now that we’ve taken their toys.”
Sophie’s POVThe morning after the shadow attack was tense, like heavily tense. No one was saying much at all, probably because they were saving their strengths. Lucas woke early and he was unusually energetic despite the chaos of the previous night. After breakfast, we began training him ourselves. In a warded corner of the garden, shielded by elders and our strongest warriors, we did what we could with his gifts carefully. Lucas sat between us on the grass, clapping as we demonstrated small flares of energy. When he tried to mimic us, a beautiful sphere of golden light formed above his tiny palms, stable and warm, nothing like destruction in there.“He’s incredible,” I whispered, pride swelling. “But every time he uses it, I feel them watching closer.”Damon nodded. “Yeah, the ancient beings are drawn to his light. He'll learn how to control now so he can protect himself later.”A sudden ripple disturbed the air and Lucas’s sphere flickered. A whisper came through, colder than bef
Victor stood there, eyes wide with shock and anger. “Damon! What the hell do you think you’re doing to your stepsister?!”Damon froze above me, still buried halfway inside me, his muscles shaking with the effort of holding back.Victor’s gaze dropped to where our bodies were joined, then back up to
Sophie's POV I pressed my back against the thick trunk of a tree, my heart slamming against my ribs as the three wolves circled us. There was sheer malice in their eyes and they growled like the sound of thunder. Damon stood in front of me like some wall of muscle, still completely naked from his
Sophie's POV Damon’s hand was still on my hip, and I could feel his fingers digging into the silk of my robe like he owned me. My heart was hammering so hard I was sure Victor could hear it through the door. “Damon?” Victor called again, sharper this time. “Open the door.” Damon let out a low,
Sophie's POV I gripped the strap of my duffel bag tighter as the black Escalade drove through the hefty iron gates of the Blackthorn estate. Silverpine Ridge stretched behind us like something out of a book, very tall pines covered in thick mist, the distant lashing of waterfalls somewhere makin







