Elena’s povThe aroma of herbs hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in my gut. I led Beauty through the familiar comfort of the safe house tea room. Sam took Nate’s hand and showed him different colouring books on the shelves.Everything felt… fragile. Like the peace could shatter at any moment.I sank into one of the mismatched chairs, the worn velvet yielding beneath me. Beauty didn’t take the offered seat. Instead, she dropped to her knees, her eyes brimming with a desperate kind of sincerity.“Elena, I… I’m so sorry,” she choked out, her voice thick with unshed tears. “I know saying sorry isn't enough, not after what I did. It was a mistake, a terrible, awful mistake. I betrayed you all, I betrayed the pack. Please, believe me, I didn’t want to.”The raw emotion in her voice was almost painful to witness. I watched her, my face carefully neutral, as she launched into a tearful explanation. She spoke of her sister, Sam, held hostage by the Blue Moon Pack,
Oliver’s povThe air still crackled with the scent of pine and blood. It had been a long day, a day that carried the fate of my pack. The Full Moon pack, my pack, had finally broken the Blue Moon’s back. And there he was, Ray, their Alpha, standing before me defeated. His eyes, usually bright with arrogance, were now dull, clouded with rage and disbelief."Chloe..." he spat, the word thick with venom. "That filthy snake… she deceived us all! She lured us here. She will pay for this!"My heart ached. Chloe. My sister. I looked at Ray, trying to keep my face neutral. "Chloe is already in our custody, Ray. She will face justice, the same as you. She betrayed her own pack."Ray’s brows furrowed. It was obvious that he was genuinely surprised. “You… you arrested her? Your own sister betrayed you too? You had her arrested? She gave us so much information.”I didn’t flinch. My own heart was a battlefield. Love for my sister warred with my duty to the pack. "She will be judged accordingly. T
Lucas’s povThe air in Chloe's room was thick with tension, a suffocating blend of fear and resentment. She sat hunched in the corner, the rough rope biting into her wrists. Her eyes, usually bright and full of fire, were now clouded with a stormy anger, a simmering rage directed at me, at the world, at the very circumstances that had led her to this.Just then, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and a guard stepped inside, his face grim but relieved. "Captain Lucas," he said, his voice respectful. "The war is over. The Full Moon Pack has won. Alpha Oliver told me to inform you."The words hit Chloe like a physical blow. She actually recoiled, a strangled sob escaping her lips. "No," she gasped, shaking her head violently. "No, it's not possible! You’re lying! Blue Moon pack… they wouldn't fall!"Her voice rose with each word, teetering on the edge of hysteria. I could see the reality of her actions crashing down on her, the full weight of her betrayal finally finding purchase in her
Elena’s povI felt myself returning to consciousness. The last thing I could recall was reading to Nate. I blinked, my eyelids feeling thick and heavy. The familiar scent of my room grounded me. I was in my bed, the cotton sheets cool against my skin.I pushed myself up slowly, a dull ache throbbing behind my eyes. My gaze landed on Oliver, slumped in the armchair beside my bed. He was asleep, his usually vibrant face relaxed and vulnerable. A pang of affection, sharp and sweet, pierced through the lingering remains of my exhaustion.He looked…tired. The weight of leading the pack, of rebuilding after the chaos and betrayal, was etched onto his features. I reached out a trembling hand, my fingers hovering just above his cheek. Hesitantly, I traced the curve of his jaw, the strong line of his nose.His eyes fluttered open. The blue, usually so intense and commanding, were soft and bleary with sleep. A slow smile spread across his face, chasing away the weariness."Elena," he murmured,
Lucas’s povI needed to see Elena. Just to know she was alright. I hadn’t seen her since the war ended and I knew she was asleep but I just wanted to check up on her. My feet carried me through the narrow corridors of the pack house. For a second, I wondered if I should meet her.What right did I have to intrude? She was probably sleeping soundly, and I was just being…pathetic.But then I remembered the way she’d looked before we parted ways, the vulnerability in her eyes. I convinced myself that I was just being a good friend, that anyone would do the same. With a deep breath, I reached her door.My hand hovered, knuckles almost touching the rough wood, when I heard voices inside. Elena’s voice, soft and laced with a bit of worry, that tugged at my heart, and then Oliver’s, smooth and reassuring.I froze.“.. and I’m going to replan our wedding,” I heard Oliver say.“Really?" Elena asked excitedly He chuckled. "Of course. I wasn't just going to let them ruin everything.""I want it
Beauty’s povThe aroma of warm bread and roasted vegetables filled the small safe house. I adjusted the plates in my hands. Inside were the lunches I’d prepared for Nate, Lucas, and my younger sister, Sam. They were all huddled in the common room, their laughter a fragile melody against the backdrop of rebuilding."Be careful, Beauty," Mabel called from the small kitchen. She was one of the older women of the pack, her face etched with worry but her hands always busy, as she helped out in the kitchen."I will, Mabel," I assured her, offering a reassuring smile.The safe house was a temporary refuge for Nate and Sam in the meantime. As I approached the common room, I could hear Nate's excited voice telling a story, probably about his brother because that’s all he would talk about. And Sam… my heart ached for Sam, who had witnessed more than any child should.I pushed open the door, announcing my arrival with a cheerful, "Lunch is served!"The children erupted in cheers, momentarily fo
Elena’s povThe pack house smelt like flowers and baked food. Contrast to the brooding air from the past few weeks before and after the war, the air now was lively and filled with joy. Today, even the familiar scent couldn't calm the fluttering butterflies in my stomach. Today was the day. Oliver and I were finally getting married.It was a small affair, just the pack. After everything we’d been through, a big celebration felt wrong. It was better to have a small affair. We needed something intimate, something real.Our pack house buzzed with activity. Laughter echoed from the kitchen as Beauty, the queen of the kitchen, prepared a feast fit for a king, or in our case, an Alpha. Daniel, bless his meticulous heart, was outside, arranging flowers and ensuring the perimeter was secure. He took his role very seriously, even the security was tight.I wandered through the bustling rooms, a smile plastered on my face. I should be ecstatic. I was ecstatic. I was marrying the man I loved, a st
Lucas’s povThe sun shone through the thick leaves of Willow Woods, painting shifting patterns on the forest floor. Nate was a blur of energy, chasing butterflies with a net almost as big as himself. His giggles echoed through the trees, light and carefree. I watched him, my heart both full and aching.It was almost Oliver and Elena’s wedding, a huge event for the Full Moon pack. The pack house would be buzzing with excitement, decorations, and the scent of flowers and food. Happiness filled the air, but I knew that part of me would never feel at peace because of the choice I made.I told myself I'd made the right choice. Sacrificing my affection for Elena was the right thing to do. I couldn’t come between them with my ones sided feelings.Nate finally managed to trap a butterfly in his hands. His face lit up like a sun as he turned to run back to me, his small legs pumping. He almost tripped over a root, but I was quick. I scooped him up, the butterfly fluttering weakly in his hands.
Elena’s povThe air in the hidden chamber was thick with the scent of old parchment and magic. Willow, ethereal and serene in her human form, smiled at me, her eyes holding ancient wisdom. She extended a hand, and without thinking twice, I took it. The world dissolved around me, colors swirling into a dizzying mixture before getting together into a new reality.I stood in a circular room, its walls lined with shelves overflowing with leather-bound books. In the center, a large, old book lay open on a pedestal, bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. An irresistible pull drew me to it, and I began to read. The language was unfamiliar, yet I understood every word. It was a prophecy, my prophecy.But not the one I knew. This wasn't about a werewolf pack, or a war with elves. This was about me.The words on the page began to shimmer, transforming into vibrant images. I saw myself, Elena, not as a werewolf, but as a powerful magician, living in a sun-drenched cottage nestled deep within a vibran
Elena’s povThe rumble of the carriage wheels was a dull counterpoint to the turmoil inside me. Chloe and Jax were gone. Chloe, sentenced to exile, and Jax… well, his fate was harder to swallow because he could experience instant death the second he stepped his foot into Blood Hounds pack. They’d both put the pack at risk, and while I knew Oliver had done the right thing – the only thing he could do as Alpha – it still felt like a piece of my own heart had been ripped away with each pronouncement.These were people who put my life at risk but for a minute I felt bad for them. It was simply jealousy and anger and on Jax’s part, mindless love.Oliver let out a long, shaky breath beside me. I glanced at him. His face was etched with exhaustion and a deep, abiding sadness. Sentencing his own sister couldn't have been easy.I reached out, gently covering his hand with mine. "It's not your fault, Oliver," I said softly. "Chloe had a choice. She chose to betray us."He squeezed my hand, his
Third person povElena adjusted the worn leather straps of her backpack. She didn’t really need a bag but she just wanted to hold on to something. Today was the day she would finally go to Willow's temple and get the answers to the question she had. Part of her decided not to impose too much and just go with gratitude in her heart first.She smoothed down the simple linen dress she wore, tucking stray strands of her dark hair behind her ears. She made sure the sandals she was wearing were her comfortable pair.A gentle knock sounded on her door. "Elena? Oliver needs to see you in his office." It was Lucas, his voice warm and reassuring as always.Elena sighed. "Aren’t we leaving soon? I’m ready.""It won't take long. He asked specifically for you." Lucas's tone hinted at a plea, and Elena knew arguing was futile.With another deep breath, she quickly braided her dark hair, securing it at the top with a small ribbon. "Alright, let's go."As they walked towards Oliver's office, Lucas wa
Elena’s povMy heart felt lighter than it had in months as I watched Beauty and Daniel approach. Their hands were intertwined, an obvious proof of a connection that’s been made before our very eyes. We were all gathered outside the pack house: Lucas, Oliver, and myself, watching Nate and Sam chase huge balloons across the grassy clearing.My stomach bubbled in excitement as I watched the two of them steak glanced at each other and smile shyly. That had it coming for a while. It was obvious to everyone but the two of them that they were going to get together, they were just too blind to see it."Look who it is!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands together. "Beauty and Daniel! Finally!"Oliver chuckled, nudging Daniel with his elbow as they drew closer. "Looks like someone finally found their match." Daniel coughed, a blush creeping up his neck as he glanced away nervously.I waved them over, wanting to share in their happiness. "Come sit with us! Tell us all about the play." I emphasized o
Elena’s povOliver's hand felt warm and solid in mine as we walked back to our room. The evening air was cool, a welcome change from the stuffy dungeon. He squeezed my hand gently. “So, the Willow’s temple? Why do you think the Magician wanted you specifically to go?”His question pulled me from my thoughts, but not entirely. For a while, I have been thinking about Lucas and my strange connection with him.I shrugged, trying to sound casual. "I have no idea. She was not clear, wasn't he? Maybe it's something about my magic – or lack of it. I’ll just have to go and find out myself." I hated admitting that, but it was the truth. I was a werewolf, Oliver's mate, but I felt like I needed to know more in this world of magic.Oliver frowned. "We’ll figure it all out Elena." He stopped walking and turned to face me, his eyes showing the rawest form of sincerity. "Whatever this is, we'll face it together, okay?"I nodded, forcing a smile. "Okay. But I want to go as soon as possible. This whol
Elena’s povThe afternoon sun cast long shadows across the hallway as I watched Daniel and Beauty stroll towards the village. Their fingers were intertwined, and Beauty's laughter floated back to me on the gentle breeze. They looked so carefree, so… happy. A smile tugged at my lips. They were good for each other.A familiar warmth settled around me as arms wrapped around my waist from behind. I instinctively leaned back into Oliver’s frame. "Hey," I murmured, closing my eyes."Hey yourself," he said, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "How are you?""I'm… okay," I replied, a small lie. I was a tangled mess of guilt and excitement, fear and hope. "And you?""Fine. Chloe's been... well, let's just say she's really feeling the weight of what she did. It's good, though. Maybe she'll finally learn."I nodded, not wanting to dwell on Chloe’s past actions. Leaning more comfortably into Oliver, I took a deep breath. "I need to tell you something." The words felt heavy, like stones in my
Beauty’s povI scrubbed at a stubborn stain on the kitchen counter, the scent of lavender soap filling the air. I thought about my conversation with Elena and ways to gain her trust again. I was going to make it work.Through the small window above the sink, I saw a bunch of girls approaching Daniel. They were giggling, their cheeks flushed pink as they offered him little presents – a woven bracelet, a small bouquet of wildflowers, wrapped things. Each gift seemed to come with a shy, lingering look.A sharp pang of something unpleasant twisted in my chest. Jealousy. I recognized it, even though I hated the feeling. It was ugly and unwanted, but it was there, a cold knot forming in my stomach as I watched Daniel’s innocent smile charm each of the girls.I slammed the sponge down on the counter, spraying droplets of soapy water. I shouldn’t feel this way. Daniel was kind to everyone. He was helpful and generous, and of course, girls were drawn to him. But…did they have to be so obvious
Lucas's POVThe safe house guards stood to attention as I approached, their salutes sharp and respectful. It still felt strange, being treated with such deference. Just a few years ago, I was just another warrior, fighting for survival. Now, I was…well, something more. Something responsible for keeping the peace.But all that faded away when I stepped inside. There he was, my little brother, Nate. He was sitting by the window, drawing something with a crayon that looked suspiciously like a blue wolf. He hadn't seen me yet, completely absorbed in his artwork."Nate?" I said softly.His head shot up, and his eyes went wide. A grin spread across his face, so bright it could chase away any shadow. "Lucas!"He launched himself at me, a tiny whirlwind of limbs and excitement. I caught him easily, swinging him up into my arms. He wrapped his own arms around my neck, squeezing tight."You're here!" he squealed, burying his face in my shoulder. "You came to see me!"A wave of guilt washed over
Oliver’s povI stood outside Chloe's door, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The pack house was quiet now, but the air still felt slightly heavy but everyone was recuperating. War had once come to our pack because of her. My own sister. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. How do you face someone who betrayed you? Especially when that someone is family.It all started a few months ago. We had been strong, united, until Chloe decided to align with the Blue Moon pack. She let their spies slip into our territory, feeding them information about our defenses. It sparked a war that tore through our lands, leaving bodies and broken trust in its wake. Wolves from both packs fought fiercely, claws ripping through flesh, teeth bared. I led our warriors, my wolf form fierce and unyielding, but the pain of her betrayal cut deeper than any wound.Then, things got worse. Reed, the evil magician, appeared out of nowhere. He was a dark force, a human who had learned to