Author’s POVAs the years passed, Rosa grew into a confident and compassionate teenage wolf. She had inherited her mother's striking features and late-bloomer characteristics, which seemed to unfold in her own unique way. Her parents adored her, and the people of Moongrowl looked up to her with reverence despite the delay in her wolf appearance.Rosa's birth on a Blood Moon had imbued her with a special aura, and the community whispered about the potential significance of this event; some hoped she wouldn’t die early as the prophecy stated. As she grew older, Rosa began to realise the weight of her birth's mystique and the expectations that came with it.Despite the attention, she remained humble and kind, often seeking guidance from her parents and the elders of Moongrowl.That morning, Rosa thundered down the stairs, her backpack bouncing behind her. She was dressed in a pair of black pants and a blue sweatshirt, her hair tied back in a sleek ponytail. She had taken her father’s s
Lucy’s POVI stood in the doorway, watching as Scott, Marvela, and Darian prepared to leave. A mix of emotions swirled inside me as I thought about the week that had passed since the wedding.Their aunt had given Scott just a week to move to Moonstruck, and it had been a whirlwind of activity, with preparations for their move to the Moonstruck pack, where he would finally take on his role as alpha.As I looked at Marvela, I couldn't help but think of Rosa. There was something about her that reminded me of my dear friend – the way she smiled, the sparkle in her eyes. We hadn't spent much time together, but in the little time we had, I felt a connection with her.I sighed, feeling a pang of sadness. Scott was like a brother to me, and I would miss him dearly. But I was also happy for him and Marvela. They seemed meant to be, and I knew they would make a great team as alpha and luna.Some part of me also wanted Darian and Rosa to grow up together as cousins born on the same day, but I gu
Scott's povShaun and my aunt were engrossed in their conversation when I left, and as I strolled to my room, all I could think of was the easiest way to tell Marvela the truth. The closer I got to the door, the more unsure I was. I lifted my hand and slowly pushed it open, letting myself in. "Hey..." Marvela greeted softly and smiled. The warmth of her gentle smile and the subtle look in her eyes instantly stung my chest. I immediately felt like a complete loser for keeping such an angel in the dark for so long. "I searched everywhere for you...." she started and got up from the chair she sat in. "My mother wanted to say a few things to you, but I promised her I'd send her message..." Marvela said, and I merely chuckled. My throat burned as my words choked me. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words were coming forth, and Marvela's smile slowly faded. My plan was to tell her the next morning but merely looking at her, I almost fell to my knees."Scott, what's the matter?" She as
Authors POVWithout wasting any time, preparations for a wedding began, and Lucy, who had been through the whole process before, took it upon herself to ensure Marvela had everything she needed. With her experience and knowledge, Lucy became the perfect person to guide Marvela through the whirlwind of wedding planning.As Marvela's only friend she had around, Lucy was determined to make sure every detail was perfect, from the dress to the decorations and everything in between. She realised she loved handling preparations as she remembered when she was tasked with it before; she also remembered the tragedy of that time and swore it would never happen again.With her help, Marvela felt supported and cared for, allowing her to enjoy the excitement of planning her special day with Scott.They both sat in a courtyard, surrounded by intricately woven tapestries and the soft chirping of birds. In Lucy’s hands was a small, leather-bound book containing sketches of various wedding attire, the
Scott’s POVAbout five minutes later, Katrina walked into the room, clipboard in hand, to conduct some final check-ups. She efficiently examined Marvela, checking her vitals and asking a few questions. In no time, she finished her examination and nodded in satisfaction."You're good to go, Marvela," Katrina said, tucking her glasses into the pocket of her lab coat. "Just take it easy for the next few days, and you'll be back to normal in no time." “Thank you so much, Katrina.” I replied, and with that, Katrina gave us a professional smile before turning to leave.After that, we all headed home together with Shaun and Lucy. When we arrived, I walked Marvela to my room, her hands brushing against mine as we walked side by side. The casual touch sent a subtle spark through me, and I found myself glancing over at her, wanting to unravel every part of her body as her familiar scent of jasmine and cinnamon, although now tainted with the smell of antiseptics, filled my nose.As we continued
Scott’s POVI walked alongside Marvela, Darian secure in my sling, as we made our way out of the forest, heading towards my home for dinner. The atmosphere was relaxed, and I was looking forward to a peaceful evening.“So have you finally accepted me, or are you going to walk right past me when you see me tomorrow?” Marvela asked, her expression filled with worry.“If that was my intention, I wouldn’t have invited you for dinner.” I replied, and she went red.As we entered the training field, chaos erupted. One of the soldiers who was playing with a bow and arrow, even though they were all supposed to be long gone, got distracted and careless; he released an arrow without checking his surroundings.And that arrow……was heading towards me.Time seemed to slow down as I watched in horror, unable to move or react. The arrow hurtled towards me, its trajectory deadly and precise. All I heard were Marvela’s screams, and then she moved. With lightning-fast reflexes, she stepped in front of m