Jackson’s POV
I stand in front of my car, thinking, and can't figure out what to do with it. I've had all the minor scratches repaired on my car in the last month, but if you have last year's GMS, it can't have so many problems that you can keep having it repaired. Maybe it'll explode, yes, that's exactly what I can do. "Hey man, drive your car to my place right now!" I demand of my friend Mateo. "Good morning to you too. It's only six in the morning. What do you want with my car?" Mateo wondered, his voice was sleepy and I know that I actually woke him up early. Mateo has always loved to sleep late and waking up at 8 was already too early for him. "Don't fuss, I need your car and if you want, you can use mine for that time." I urged him. I was so pleased with myself that I was able to come up with such a good idea. “Okay, okay, I’ll finish my coffee and then I’ll come to you. You better have a good explanation for what you’re thinking now.” Mateo grumbled. I threw the phone away and sat on the porch. I get to see her again today, my wolf and I were so excited about this opportunity. A month ago, I was in a neighboring town because I needed materials from their library and then I needed to take my car to be repaired because my new car, my love, had started making strange noises lately. I had just parked my car at the library when suddenly a girl ran straight into my arms. She was so upset that I had to help her stand up. At first glance, you could tell that everything was not well, she was in her underwear and covered in red paint. Before I could react, she was already gone. Only her wonderful scent, mixed with the smell of paint, was on my clothes. This smell was simply captivating. My wolf demanded that we follow her. It was clear that something had happened to this girl. When I managed to get out of my fright, she had already left. I tried to follow her scent, since there were so many people and her scent quickly dissipated. After looking around for a while, I decided to continue with my activities. I went to the library and after some searching I took my car to be repaired. I could have sworn that there was a faint smell of her in the car repair shop, but that doesn’t make sense. What is a young girl doing in a repair shop? I was sure that the smell was on my own clothes or, at the very least, the girl’s family’s car in the repair shop. I brought my thoughts back to my activities and reminded myself that I didn’t need to think so much about a complete stranger. Mateo drove up to me in his car. “Hey Alfa, why aren’t you sleeping and letting me sleep?” “I’m taking your car to be repaired!” I said resolutely. Mateo looked at me like I was crazy. “That’s why I needed to be at your place so early? Do you understand, man, I was at home in my comfortable bed. I had a nice she-wolf next to me and I could have spent some time with her in the morning after I woke up. But you only invited me here so you could fix my car! What’s going on?” “Don’t grumble, I’ll let you eat anything from my kitchen. Let’s see if Matilda has already had time to prepare breakfast. When you’re full, we’ll drive to River Creek, to the car repair shop.” I put my arm around Mateo’s shoulder and pulled him into the kitchen with me. Mateo calmed down, because as soon as he walked in the door the house was filled with the pleasant smell of freshly baked pastries. Mateo could always be calmed down with food. In the packhouses, Matilda worked in the kitchen, smiling quietly. Matilda was an experienced and benevolent housekeeper in the main house of our pack. Matilda didn’t live in the house, but she really liked the job and sometimes, when she was in a particularly good mood, she would bake fresh pastries for breakfast. My favorite was the cardamom bun, but Mateo could never say no to caramel pastries. Matilda noticed us and greeted us happily “Good morning, alpha and beta. You are unusually early today, but fortunately I have just taken the first batch of buns out of the oven.” Matilda had already set out plates for us behind the counter and a pot of coffee ready. And before we arrived, a tray of pastries had been placed in front of us. When we had both finished our pile of pastries, it was time to go. I couldn’t wait to see her again. Every day I learn more about her, although her life is very mysterious and I have a million questions that I haven’t been able to answer. The biggest of them is that there is no part of her life that suggests that she is a werewolf. Her life, her daily activities, give no hint that she is even aware of the existence of shifters. Her whole life seems like the life of a normal teenager, but yet she is a werewolf. I am 100% sure of it. I have learned from Ben, the owner of the car repair shop, that her name is Loreen, but he calls her Lory. She is still a minor and lives near Ben. It seems that Lory does not like to interact with strangers, as I see her staying away from everyone, only with Ben does she interact freely when they are away from the others. I have followed her a few times, I know it does not look good, but I just had to find out where she lives. The house where she lives has a total of 4 children and the mother of the family, Nancy. Her home smells of her and people. It is strange, usually a werewolf does not end up living with people, it is almost impossible. The pack protects its members. If it should happen that a pup loses its parents, it will be found a replacement home in the pack or it will grow up in the packhouse under the watchful eye of the alpha family. What has happened in Lory's past that she lives with people? Does she even know that she is not a person but a shifter. We had arrived. Mateo drove his car and I drove mine. We needed something to get us back home while the car was being repaired.Lory’s POV I had reached peace and I had nothing to regret. I knew that I had got my goal, which I really needed to get. It was necessary to remove Fiona and her evil from the world. I couldn't leave her there to destroy my family. She had done so much harm and I couldn't let her go on anymore. I had found peace and that was enough for me at the moment.Naima and I would have liked to stay with our mates, but our happiness is not greater than all the happiness of others that had been destroyed by Fiona. The more I had rested, the stronger I felt I became. My body was dead, but my and Naima's jorney wasn't over, we were strong together, and I didn't feel alone.In the great emptiness, I closed my eyes and thought about all the elements that were in nature: water, earth, air, and fire. I was able to create my own reality for me and Naima, where we can be together. "Look, what do you want our world to have? The forest, the clearings, the hares, who to chase?""And the Moon," said Naima
Lory’s POV My wolf could no longer protect me, we had united, but her strength was not infinite either, and since we were fighting together, she could not heal me. My hand was sore, I realized that Naima had taken much of the pain, but that didn't change the fact that I couldn't use the wand with that hand anymore. Fiona was in triumphant fashion, but I hadn't given up. I knew that giving up couldn't be an option, because everyone else depended on me winning. I couldn't give up, because everyone else would be dead with my death, because Fiona would then be invincible and she wouldn't leave anyone who had opposed her alive. Jackon had reached me, and he was ready to attack Fiona, who had already cast her spell in her groove. Jackson raised his shield and pointed it at me as well. I could see that his shield was stronger now that he was closer. But he was already getting tired. Fiona aimed the fireball at Jackson, and I pulled it to myself because I knew it could damage Jackson's shie
Lory’s POVWe had been aware for some time that Fiona's witches had tried to poison our water supplies, and we allowed it to happen beautifully. By that time, I had managed to master my elemental control abilities nicely, and thanks to that, I had no problem separating the poison from the water. This gave us the advantage that they didn't know our true strength. Fiona had an army of witches, and it was good for us that she planned to come after us with only a partial army, as it would have been difficult and would certainly have resulted in deaths if she had come to destroy our pack. We were ready for anything, but this move was in our favor. When I understood what they were planning, I gave everyone the order to submit to the roots, and we could take the battle away from our weakest without a single casualty. Fiona didn't realize that when she was directing her fire at Jackson, I was actually directing the fire and Jackson was projecting his defense onto me and my parents. We protec
Fiona’s POV They were finally here. Their energy was drained, and I was satisfied with that. Everything had been so simple, so logical. Of course, it had—we had planned everything meticulously, leaving no room for mistakes. I was certain of our success. Everything was in place for the ritual to proceed. Ester and Leena had already prepared everything at our camp; now, all that remained was waiting for the right moment. For both wolves and witches, the full moon is a source of power. And since this mutt was a hybrid, the moonlight would be at its peak during the full moon—the strongest possible time to strip her of her abilities. The wolves had made feeble attempts to attack Laura’s witches as some of them regained consciousness, but their efforts were weak and ultimately futile. At our camp, everything was ready to conduct the sacrifice. We had gathered in the clearing, where Lory was staked to the ground, shackled beside her parents. Each of them was encircled by rings of salt
Fiona’s POV We have repeatedly tried to extract Melisande from her cocoon, but nothing we have done has worked. We have wasted too much time on this, which has only given the wolves the opportunity to grow stronger. The day after our attack, we were fortunate enough to seal their entire pack within their territory. My witches maintain a barrier around them at all times, ensuring they have no contact with the outside world and no means of escape. Their supplies have not yet run out, but soon they will. Soon, they will be desperate to find a way out. I am certain they will secretly attempt to create cracks in our defenses, and that plays perfectly into our plans—allowing us to destroy them in small groups as they try. Additionally, we have altered their drinking water. They have not even realized that, with each passing day, they are consuming our enchanted water, which gradually weakens them and makes them ill. One more week, and they will be perfectly ripe for our attack. I wi
Lory’s POV It was time for a shower again, I thought to myself with a smirk. I knew we had to get moving—we couldn’t just stay in bed all day. There was so much to do, and at the same time, our abilities needed to keep developing. After a quick shared shower and getting dressed, Jackson and I headed downstairs to the kitchen. I was starving—my body needed food, and my stomach growled loudly. Jackson just laughed at the sound and started pulling food out of the fridge. “I’ll make you a hearty omelet with bacon. You haven’t eaten properly in a while. In the meantime, you can have one of Mom’s pastries—she saved some from breakfast.” I smiled at him, nodded, and grabbed the basket of pastries Helena had made. They had always been amazing, and I couldn’t wait to taste their delicious flavor again. “You’re finally awake,” Mom said as she walked into the kitchen. “We were starting to think you’d sleep through the entire day,” Dad added as he followed her, placing a quick kiss on my
Lory's POV I was so tired after these rituals that I didn't even notice when I had fallen asleep. When I woke up the next morning at Jackson's parents' home, I couldn't even figure out where I was. I felt different, something had changed, and I wanted to see if that change would show in my appearance. Looking at myself in the mirror, it seemed as if I had developed an orange and silver glow in my eyes. "Naima, how do you feel?" “I don’t know, I feel rested and full of energy, like I’ve finally been set free. I can’t wait until we shift so I can test whether anything has actually changed,” she said cheerfully, bouncing around in my mind. “I feel the same—rested and free. Like I know exactly what I need to do, and I’m ready to act.” “Well then, what are we waiting for? Let’s get moving, ladies!” Naima laughed. I heard the door to our room open, and I immediately knew that Jackson had returned. I hadn’t closed the bathroom door, and he walked in, standing in the doorway with a spec
Lory’s POV Jackson and I stood before our people. The air was charged with magic. The moon, now high in the sky, was clear and illuminated our gathering. Its rays, combined with the glow of our torches, reflected off the lake at our feet. The faint rustling of the forest surrounding the clearing added to the atmosphere. We needed to complete the final part of the mating ritual first. Jackson had already marked me, but there had been no witnesses at the time. Now, he had to bite over my mark, and I had to mark him in return. It was strange—this act was inherently intimate, but we had to skip the more sensual aspects, as I wasn’t willing to perform that part in front of others. Thankfully, it was no longer required as it had been in ancient times. I felt our connection deepen. I hadn’t thought it possible for it to grow any stronger, but it did. We both felt it. Our minds were more intertwined, our emotions more connected. I focused solely on him, and I could see the energy flowing
Lory’s POV Our wolves—our pack—arrived within minutes of realizing we had returned. They were prepared to defend us, though thankfully, it wasn’t necessary. They had fled, and I was glad they had—at that moment, they had no other choice. Today, history did not repeat itself. “Gather our fallen, and our elders will lead the burial ritual,” Jackson said. With the wolves came witches who had recently joined the pack, ready to fight alongside us against Fiona’s rule. I watched as their eyes scanned the fallen witches—those who had died in battle—but they remained silent. They knew that these witches had been enemies of the wolves, but they said nothing. **“Gather all the fallen witches, perform the rituals to ensure their spirits find peace, and bury them beyond our eastern border. Our patrol must be restored, and six men will accompany you to keep us connected in case you need assistance. If anyone attacks, you must return within the borders immediately,”** I instructed firmly.