Elena’s POVThe old lady chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with a knowing light. “Don’t worry about the cost, dear,” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “These gowns have been waiting for the right pair to wear them. Consider them a gift.”I blinked in disbelief. “A gift? But why?”She smiled mysteriously, brushing a strand of her silvery hair behind her ear. “You’ll understand in time, my dear. For now, let’s just say you’re meant to have them.”Beauty was practically vibrating with excitement as she rushed forward to examine the dresses more closely. One was a deep emerald green, shimmering like leaves kissed by morning dew, while the other was an elegant shade of midnight blue, adorned with tiny silver stars that seemed to glow under the dim light of the shop.“These are perfect!” Beauty exclaimed, spinning around to face me. “Elena, you have to wear the blue one—it’ll look amazing on you!”I hesitated, reaching out to touch the fabric. It was softer than I’d imagined, a
Elena’s PovThe music started and we began swaying to the beat. Everyone's eyes were on us and I began to feel kind of shy. This was also the first time we were in the same proximity together, this close, after the ray of events that happened between the both of us.“You look stunning!” I heard Oliver said and I looked up into his eyes. His beautiful deep black eyes had some spark in them unlike other days. “Thank you….…You don’t look bad yourself.” I said to him, still blushing at his compliment. He smiled at me as we continued dancing.I stared around the room and everyone’s attention was on us. I could see Beauty at the side with a huge grin, Hailey and Chloe were glaring at me and if looks could kill I should be dead by now.I was getting nervous, this is surely going to cause a huge problem for me. I looked around and my eyes landed on Lucas—-his face held no emotions but when his eyes met mine, a flash of sadness went through them quickly but it was for a brief moment before he
Elena’s POVThe next morning, sunlight poured through my window, warming my face and pulling me out of a deep, peaceful sleep. I stretched, reliving the moments from the previous night. My heart was light, a sensation I hadn’t felt in so long. Oliver’s words replayed in my mind—his apology, his promise. And the kiss. My cheeks flushed at the thought.But as the warm feeling lingered, so did the weight of reality. Loving Oliver wasn’t just about the two of us; it was about navigating the storm we’d unleashed. Chloe and Hailey wouldn’t sit idly by. And Lucas—his brief appearance last night left me unsettled. Why was he there? What had he wanted to say?A knock interrupted my thoughts.“Come in,” I called, sitting up and brushing my hair back.Beauty entered, her cheerful smile brightening the room. “Good morning, Luna,” she teased, her tone playful yet kind.I laughed softly. “Don’t start with me, Beauty.”She approached with a tray of tea and toast. “You’re glowing this morning. Someth
Elena’s povAfter the meeting, things between Oliver and I took a magical turn. The whole pack knew I was going to be Luna and everyone was beginning to respect me—-well not everyone. Hailey and Chloe still hate my guts and I do everything to avoid them. Speaking of avoid…..Lucas has been avoiding me for the longest time. We had not had any talk after he saw Oliver and me in the garden. It was weird but I had not gotten the chance to talk to him about it yet.As I sat down on my bed wearing my sneakers, and getting ready for training, my door flew open and I did not need a prophet to tell me who it was.“Let's go….we are late!” I heard Beauty’s tiny voice squealing.“Good morning to you too,” I said, my tone laced with sarcasm.“Haha….now get up and let’s go!” She folded her hands. I stood up and walked to the mirror to look at myself. “Beauty!” I called without looking back at her. “Yes,” she replied, sitting down on the bed as I did my hair.“Do you think Lucas is angry with me?
Elena's PovAfter the day’s training, I decided to take a walk through the garden to clear my head. The air was crisp, and the scent of blooming roses mingled with the soft rustle of leaves. It was peaceful—a stark contrast to the thoughts swirling in my mind.Lucas.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t ignore the tension between us. Ever since he saw me with Oliver in the garden, he’d been avoiding me, and it hurt more than I wanted to admit. Despite the happiness I felt with Oliver, there was an ache I couldn’t shake whenever I thought about Lucas.I stopped by the fountain, running my fingers along the cool marble edge, my reflection rippling in the water. My thoughts were interrupted by the crunch of footsteps behind me. I turned sharply, my heart racing.Lucas stood a few feet away, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable.“You’re getting better at training,” he said, his voice calm but distant.“Thank you,” I replied, unsure of what to say.For a moment, we stood in sil
Elena’s povThe howl of war! What was going on! Lucas and I looked around as he got on his defense stance, pushing me behind him and protecting me. We saw different guards running towards the loud howl. All of them ready for war. “Elena!“ I heard Oliver calling to me, I looked up to him. He walked toward me in haste as his face had worry written all over it.“What are you still doing here? Lucas….take her to her room and keep her safe, got it?” He commanded and Lucas nodded.“Oliver…..!” I called out and he paused and turns towards me, “be careful!“ I said in a low tune as he nodded, he hugged me and gave me a quick kiss.“Lucas get her to safety!” He commanded and walked out. Lucas held my hands as he dragged me up the stairs. I did not protest as I followed with ease. We got to my room and I could see Beauty sitting on the bed and as she had worry in her eyes.“Elena!“ she called out, her voice filled with worry, “Oh thank God, you are safe!”We hugged each other, while Lucas st
Elena’s POVThe bunker felt stifling, its thick walls doing little to calm the turmoil brewing inside me. I sat on the cold stone bench, fidgeting with the hem of my dress as Oliver paced back and forth. Beauty clung to my side, her trembling hands clutching mine for reassurance.The distant echoes of howls and snarls reverberated through the underground chamber. My heart clenched with every sound, each one a reminder of the chaos above.“Oliver,” I finally said, my voice trembling. “We can’t just sit here. People are out there risking their lives for us.”Oliver stopped his pacing and turned to me, his expression a mix of frustration and determination. “Elena, I need you to stay here. Your safety is my top priority.”“But Lucas is out there,” I argued, my voice rising. “And so is the rest of the pack. I can’t just sit here while—”“Enough!” Oliver’s voice thundered, silencing me. He ran a hand through his hair, his face softening slightly as he approached me. “Elena, I know you care
Oliver’s POVThe air outside the bunker was thick with the stench of blood and sweat, the ground littered with the fallen bodies of both friend and foe. The night sky, usually calm and serene, was a battlefield itself, filled with the echoes of howls and snarls. My heart pounded as I carried Lucas’s unconscious body through the chaos, Elena by my side.She had been silent since we left the bunker, her face pale, her eyes filled with worry. I could feel the tension radiating from her, but there was no time to address it now. Lucas needed help, and the pack needed me to lead them through this attack.“Stay close,” I instructed her, glancing back to make sure she was keeping up. She nodded, her hand gripping Beauty’s arm for support.We reached the infirmary, a makeshift structure that was now overwhelmed with injured wolves. Healers rushed around, their hands slick with blood as they worked tirelessly to save lives.“Alpha,” one of the healers, Elara, approached me, her face drawn with
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