LOGINCalla's POV:Before sunrise, Nightmoor still slept under a blanket of dew.The trees stood like dark guards around the pack grounds and the wind moved softly through the leaves. The sky itself was deep gray, caught between night and morning. A black car rolled out from the inner gate of the pack, its engine not too loud. Fenric sat in the driver's seat, his hands firm on the wheel and his eyes were focused on the road ahead. Lucien and Calla sat in the back seat, the space between them being small.They were leaving Nightmoor in search of the witch.Calla leaned her head against the window and watched the pack fade behind them, her arms crossed around her chest. Every turn of the road felt like a step closer to Willow.Lucien sat beside her, his shoulders looking tense. His eyes stayed forward as if he could see the future through the glass..Fenric cleared his throat, breaking the silence that hung around. “So, we really fooled her.”Calla turned her head slowly. “Marla Marla.”“I
Calla's POVThe door opened slightly and Lucien stepped inside his office, shutting the door behind him with a dull sound.I was already inside the room with Fenric and my Father, Ulric. I sat on the long table with my legs crossed while Fenric sat on the chair with his body slumped on it. And my father? He stood near the window with his hands behind his back. We all had been waiting for Lucien to return from the infirmary. When Lucien lifted his eyes and saw us, he stopped for a moment. His gaze moved from Fenric to Ulric and then to me. We all stared at each other for a moment, the silence becoming more suffocating. After almost a minute of staring competition and silence, Lucien grin widened with a big smile.We all bursted into laughter too. “You did well, Calla.” He said, clapping his hands. “You did well, Lucien.” I said, clapping my hands too. “Did she talk?” Fenric asked. Lucien walked to his desk and placed his hands on it. “She lied just as I knew she would.”“Thank g
Lucien's POV I was on my way to the infirmary when I saw Calla coming out of it. She was walking fast with her head high and her face hard like stone. Her eyes did not look at me. Not even for a second.“Calla,” I called but she did not answer. She just walked past me as if I was not there. I turned and watched her go with confident strides. She looked like someone who had made up her mind about something and that frightened me. I looked up and sighted Lydia and the two attendants with my side eyes. They were watching me as their eyes were fixed in my direction. I breathed and walked up to them since they were close to the infirmary. “Alpha Lucien,” Lydia said and bowed her head. “Good day, my lord,” the attendants said together.“Good day,” I replied and looked past them into the infirmary.“Is Marla awake?” I asked. “Yes. She is resting but she is awake.” Lydia answered.I nodded and went inside. Marla smirked when she saw me.“Oh. You are here. I thought as much.” Marla ha
Calla's POVShortly after my time with my mate, I headed straight to the infirmary.Finding a witch could not wait and the only one who could help was Marla. When I entered, the room was bright but it felt cold to me. Lydia stood near one of the beds, mixing whatever it was inside a bowl while two other attendants were nearby whispering as they worked.Lydia looked up when she saw me.“Lady Calla, you are back again.” She said kindly.“Yes, I need to speak to Marla.” Lydia glanced toward the far side of the room where Marla lay on her bed. Marla was awake and her eyes were opened as they landed on me.“I want to speak to her alone,” Lydia hesitated. “Is everything all right?”“Yes. I just need a private word with her.”She studied my face for a moment, then nodded. She clicked her fingers together and immediately, the attendants left what they were doing and walked out of the room. Lydia was the last to leave so she closed the door behind her.The room became quiet. And Marla smile
Lucien's POV Despite agreeing to get words out of Marla, Calla didn't look good.I was troubled the moment I looked at Calla and saw that she was not herself. She stood in front of my desk, but her eyes were not on me.They were lost somewhere far away. Her hands were clasped together tightly as if she was holding herself in one piece. Her shoulders looked tense and her breathing was so loud that I could hear them. She looked really worried and confused. And it hurt me more than any sound I had taken in battle. I did not want this for her. This was what I was trying to avoid, that I had to keep things from her in the first place.I had promised myself that I would protect her from fear and I had sworn that she would not carry this pain alone. Yet, here she was, standing in my office, shaking with thoughts.Fenric and Ulric were still in the room. They stood near the door, waiting for my next order. I turned to them, slowly.“Leave us,” I said.They both looked at Calla, then back a
Calla's POVI stared at Ulric as his words settled inside my chest and got registered by my brain.My hands were cold and my heart was beating so loud that I could hear them in my ears. I swallowed and asked. “What did you mean by that, Father?” What do you mean by my dream?”Ulric took a slow breath, his shoulders rising and falling. “What you saw wasn't just a dream, Calla,” he let out a sharp sign. “It was a reach. A call.”“A call?” I repeated and so did Lucien. “A call from Willow?”He nodded. “Yes. Some wolves are born with a rare gift. We call it the Soul Reach.” Lucien's head snapped up. “Soul Reach?” He asked, looking surprised and I could tell he was shocked too. “That is old talk. That power is not common and those that had it were extincted.”I watched as Ulric met his eye. “Yes, it is not common but it is real. And maybe they had all gone into extinction but Calla's dream is no other than the Soul Reach.” Ulric protested and continued. “The Soul Reach allows a wolf to t







