Liam’s POVThe moment Katrina collapsed, everything else around me faded into nothing.The wind stopped.The noise of the rogues running away disappeared.All I could hear was the thundering of my heartbeat in my ears and the way her body hit the ground with a soft, terrifying thud.“No,” I whispered, already moving. “No, no, no—Katrina!”I ran to her, faster than I’ve ever moved in my life. I dropped to my knees beside her. My hands were shaking as I reached for her. Her body was limp. Her head lolled to the side, her hair sticking to her damp forehead. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes closed like she was sleeping.But something was wrong. I could feel it.“Katrina?” My voice cracked. “Please… open your eyes.”I shook her gently, my hand cupping her cheek. Her skin was warm. Too warm. Not from fever—but from the power that had just poured out of her like a storm. I could still feel the heat from the silver flames in the air around us. The grass where the man had fallen was bla
I want to sincerely apologise for the errors in the previous chapters. It is being resolved as soon as possible.
Katrina’s POVNot just a soft light. It was like silver fire had wrapped around my fingers and palms, flickering like tiny flames. It was warm but didn’t hurt me. It felt… powerful. Like it belonged to me.The rogue man stared up at me with wide, terrified eyes.“No… no, what is that? What are you?” he screamed.But I didn’t stop.I pushed harder, letting the flames burst from my palms and into his skin. He screamed as the fire scorched his face and chest, his body thrashing beneath me.“Stop! No, please!” he begged, but I couldn’t stop.I wouldn’t.Tears streamed down my face, not from sadness—but from everything. Fear. Anger. Power. It all mixed together and poured out of me through the silver flames.“I’m not your prey,” I whispered through clenched teeth. “And I’m not afraid of you.”The flames got louder, crackling and roaring like a storm. They were all around the man now, like they had a life of their own. They moved like angry waves, wrapping around him and climbing up his bod
Katrina’s POV“What the hell?” he muttered, voice sharp and alert.I sat up straight, my heart skipping a beat. “What is it?” I asked, already looking ahead.That’s when I saw them.Two wolves stood in the middle of the road, completely still, like statues. Their eyes glowed a faint yellow in the sunlight. My stomach dropped. I couldn’t move for a second—my mind froze. I was staring at something that looked too familiar.Déjà vu slammed into me.Just like before. Just like that night.The night my mother and I had run for our lives from Alpha Jacob’s pack. A rogue wolf had blocked the road. My mom had swerved to avoid it. We crashed. Then came the others. They dragged my mother out of the car. She fought, but they were too many. I had screamed, cried, begged—but nothing had saved her.My breathing turned shaky. I couldn’t stop the memory from playing again in my head like it had just happened yesterday.Liam cursed again and hit the brakes hard. The tires screeched as the car came to
Katrina’s POVThe soft light of morning spilled into the room through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the bed. I blinked slowly, letting my eyes adjust as I turned my head and saw Liam lying beside me. He looked so peaceful, his face relaxed, one arm tucked under the pillow while the other was draped lightly over my waist. My chest swelled with something warm and soft as I stared at him, not wanting to disturb the quiet moment.I reached out and gently brushed my fingers against his cheek, smiling to myself. How did I get so lucky?As if he could sense me watching, his eyes fluttered open, sleepy but full of affection. A small smile tugged at his lips.“Morning,” he murmured in that deep, husky voice that always made my stomach flip.“Morning,” I whispered back.For a while, we didn’t move. We just lay there, tangled up in the stillness and in each other, savoring the last few moments before we had to face the day. Then, Liam leaned over and kissed my forehead softly.“We s
Katrina’s POVOnce we stepped inside, Liam closed the door behind us and locked it. I let out a small breath, finally able to relax fully. My feet were a little sore from standing and dancing, and I slipped out of my shoes with a quiet sigh. Liam stretched and pulled off his shirt, tossing it onto the chair in the corner. I grabbed one of my oversized sleep shirts and went into the bathroom to change.When I came back out, Liam was already in bed, lying back against the pillows in his sweatpants, waiting for me. His silver eyes followed my every movement, and when I climbed into bed beside him, he reached out and pulled me close.I laid my head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me like I was something fragile and precious. His skin was warm against mine, and I could hear his heartbeat beneath my ear—steady and strong.We weren’t sleepy yet, so we just started talking in soft voices.We talked about the ceremony and how beautiful it had been. How amazing it was to be surround