ZORDON'S POV"Why does it matter where I got it from? You're here to break the curse, just do what you came here to do," I said sharply."My mother made that dagger for Daisy's mother," she replied, her voice firm. "The only way you should have it is if you killed her. So I'll ask one more time, where did you get that dagger?""Well, my mother told me a powerful witch gave it to her," I said. She pointed at the dagger. "That insignia engraved on the hilt? It belongs to the House of Luthur. My family. My mother only ever spelled one dagger and she gave it to Daisy's mother. Daisy was my neighbour... and my best friend.""When she wakes up, we'll talk," Isla cut in. "But right now, can you help her?"Lila looked from Isla to me and gave a small nod. She stepped toward Daisy and passed through what seemed to be a magical shield surrounding her. Carefully, she pulled the dagger from her chest.Daisy’s eyes flew open. She grabbed Lila's wrist, yanked the dagger from her, and threw it at m
DAISY'S POVThe first thing I felt was fire burning hot, and coursing through my chest like molten glass. Then came the cold. Like I'd fallen through ice. Voices echoed in the dark. Zordon's. Isla's. And another one. It was strange, but familiar all at the same time.Then light.I gasped, my body arching off the bed as if jolted by lightning. My lungs filled with air like it was the first breath I'd ever taken. My heart thundered in my chest.And I saw her.Her face was kind. Her magic was powerful. But her scent and her aura was wrong. Too clean. Too perfect. It struck me like a scream in the silence."You," I rasped.The room went quiet.Zordon leaned in. "Daisy? It's okay, you're safe. It's over."But I didn't take my eyes off the woman beside me."You're the one," I whispered. My throat was dry, but the rage surged like a tide. "You hexed me. You cursed me.""What are you talking about?" she asked gently.But I saw it then. Her true face. Beneath the glamour, beyond the spell. I k
DAISY'S POVThe war room of the Deathclaw stronghold was carved into the side of a mountain, cold stone kissed with moss and ash. A fire roared in the center pit, casting flickering shadows across the worn wooden table littered with maps, rune stones, and hastily scrawled plans.I stood at the head of it all, hands braced against the edge of the table, eyes locked on the map of Pinewood territory."We strike the south flank here," Zordon said, tapping near the Ashen Bridge. "The guards rotate every two hours. We move just before dawn while the full patrol is returning and the replacements are still getting into place.""They'll expect a direct charge," Dustin muttered, arms crossed. "We should bring in the witchfire archers from the House of Authur. Rain hell down on them first.""We can't," Lila said from across the room. "If the wards they're using are blood-bound, witchfire won't work. It'll bounce off and hit our own."I raised a hand, cutting the bickering short. "We need a dist
DAISY'S POVThe scar beneath my heart wouldn't stop burning.Even after Lila collapsed and the circle was cleared, even after Isla scattered the lunar dust to sever the veil's residue, the pain pulsed beneath my skin like a second heartbeat.I gripped the table to steady myself. My legs had started trembling, and it wasn't just from fear.Something inside me felt... wrong. Not just the tether. Not just the Vorrak. Something deeper. Something new.Zordon came to my side and placed a hand on my back. "You need to lie down.""I'm fine," I said quickly."You're not."I tried to wave him off, but the moment I moved, a wave of nausea hit me like a storm. I turned my head sharply and barely made it to the basin in the corner before I vomited.Everyone went silent.Zordon rushed to me, crouching down. "Daisy—""I said I'm fine," I hissed, wiping my mouth. My entire body was shaking now. Too hot, then too cold. My magic surged beneath my skin, then recoiled, confused, and chaotic.Lila stepped
DAISY'S POVBy nightfall, the wind turned sharp, dragging mist down from the peaks like claws across the stone. We met at the river's edge, cloaked in black and silver, our scents masked with ashroot and pine blood. The others didn't know about the pregnancy. Only Zordon, Lila, Isla, Dustin and Stefan. And for now, it needed to stay that way.If anyone doubted my strength, this mission would fail before it began.I paced in front of the river team, five of Deathclaw's most trusted: Isla, of course, quiet and deadly as a shadow; Dustin, the skeptic, chosen for his strategic mind; Nyra, a half-blood scout who could hold her breath underwater for minutes; and Pablo, the silent brute whose loyalty was as fierce as his temper.Zordon stood just outside the clearing, fists clenched at his sides, watching me like he wanted to drag me back into the stronghold and lock the doors behind us.But he knew better."This isn't just a raid," I told them. "We're not here to fight our way in and hope f
ZORDON'S POVThe scream split the sky like lightning.I didn't even wait.The silver flare blasted above the trees. Lila's enchanted mirror lighting up the clouds with streaks of blood-red fire. That wasn't the planned signal. That wasn't victory. That was a warning.I was already running.Behind me, Stefan and Lila ran behind me. I didn't look back. My only thought was her. Daisy. My mate. My Moonblood. And the child she now carried.My boots hit the forest floor hard, crushing frost and ash underfoot. The wind screamed through the trees as if it too sensed what was coming."She wasn't supposed to fight tonight!" Stefan shouted behind me."She didn't go to fight," I growled. "She went to steal something. That flare means something else found her."I didn't say the word out loud.Vorrak.Lila's warning haunted me. A soul-tethered beast, fed by Daisy's stolen power, twisted by Dexter's blood magic. And now it was loose, hunting the only thing it could feel connected to.My gut burned.
JEZEBEL'S POVThe moment I finished eating my meal, I tasted it.The air shifted.A ripple moved through the ancient bonds that tethered me to life and death. Something pulsed in the ether. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring it like blood on the tongue.Life.Not just any life.Her life.The Moonblood's womb had stirred. The child had taken hold.A wolf blessed by the heavens... and touched by shadows.I smiled. My deal with Zordon had brought me everything I needed. His desperation had opened a door. Now, I would walk through it.I reached for my mirror, bone-framed and rimmed in hair. A cruel thing made from a dozen betrayals. I whispered Kendra's name, and the mirror flared to life.She answered on the second ring, lips already painted red like blood in bloom."Jezebel," she said, her voice sharp. "Why are you calling so late?""It's time to get you pregnant."Kendra's breath caught."Now?" she whispered. "But Dexter is getting ready for battle tomorrow.""Yes now. It's
DAISY'S POVI woke up to a chill that didn't belong.It wasn't the soft kind that curled against your skin after a restless sleep. This was like ice forming inside my stomach. A creeping, unnatural frost that clawed its way through my womb like a curse reborn.My hands shot to my stomach. My breath hitched."Zordon," I whispered, panic building like thunder beneath my ribs.His arms were around me before I could cry out again. His presence always calmed the storm inside me. But not this time. His touch did nothing to chase away the cold gnawing at my core.He looked into my eyes, and I saw the shift, the fear and the helplessness."What is happening?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Why does it feel like... like my baby is turning to ice?"Zordon pressed his palm to my belly. His magic, usually soft and golden, flared faint and flickering, like a candle struggling in a windstorm. He didn't say anything right away, but I could see it on his face—he felt it too."The magic inside you," he m
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DAISY'S POVThe house was finally still.Zion was fast asleep in his own bed, curled up with his stuffed wolf tucked beneath one arm. He'd insisted he wasn't tired, then passed out mid-sentence while telling me his version of a bedtime story, which, naturally, included dragons, glowing swords, and a lot of heroic howling.Zahra, our six-month-old daughter, was tucked into her crib in the nursery. The faint sound of her gentle breaths echoed through the baby monitor beside the bed. She'd been fussy earlier, but a warm bottle and a lullaby had done the trick. Now her tiny hands rested over her heart, lips parted in a peaceful dream.For the first time in days, everything was quiet.And for the first time in weeks, we were alone.I stood at the foot of our bed wearing one of Zordon's oversized t-shirts. I had unbuttoned it just enough to tease. My body still hadn't completely returned to its pre-baby shape, not that I had I tummy, I was way curvier than I was before I got pregnant. The w
ZORDON'S POVZion was supposed to be napping.Instead, he was orchestrating what I could only describe as a chicken rebellion, armed with a stick, a feather, and a very serious scowl.I stood on the porch, arms folded, watching as my son attempted to "train" the chicks like miniature soldiers. They, in turn, had formed a sort of panicked flock and were darting around in circles while he shouted instructions that made no sense whatsoever."Line up, soldiers!" he barked, tripping over his own feet and landing in the mud with a giggle.Daisy gave her running after him and came to stand behind me, she sighed lovingly. "You should probably stop him before he declares war on the garden."I didn't move. "He needs to learn about leadership.""Zordon."I glanced at her over my shoulder. She was glowing, in that maddeningly beautiful way she always did when she was pregnant. Her hair was braided back from her face, her dress loose and light, and one hand was settled protectively over her belly.
DAISY'S POVThree Years LaterZion was barefoot again.I could hear his laughter before I saw him, high and wild, the kind that only belonged to children who had never known fear. His little legs darted through the tall grass like he belonged to it. Thick, dark curls tangled in the wind, dirt streaked across his cheeks, and a dandelion stem stuck behind one ear."Zion!" I called, not really trying to stop him.He spun once, arms flung wide like wings, before he took off running again this time toward the coop. A dozen chicks scattered in every direction, their little peeps rising in alarm.Zordon stood on the porch, arms crossed over his chest, a familiar scowl tugging at his mouth. "That boy is menace to our livestock."I stepped up beside him, one hand resting on the curve of my belly, the other slipping into his. "They adore him.""They fear him.""They follow him," I said, leaning my head against his shoulder. "There's a difference."Zordon snorted but didn't argue. Instead, he ki
DAISY'S POVA few nights later, the palace felt almost too quiet.Just the hush that comes when everyone else has gone to sleep, and you're left alone with your thoughts.Zordon lay beside me, already half-asleep. One arm was draped across me and our son, the weight of his hand warm and steady. He always slept that way now. Like he thought he could protect the baby even in dreams.I wasn't tired. Or maybe I was, but the exhaustion felt too big to settle. Like my body didn't know how to turn off yet. My brain kept replaying the day on a loop, our vows, the sound of the crowd, the gold circlet still pressing faintly into my forehead like it had left a mark.A crown. A child. A future I could barely begin to understand.Eventually, I drifted off. Not gradually. It was more like falling, like one blink and the world shifted beneath me.******I was standing in a field I'd never seen before.Moonlight poured from the sky like rain, so bright and clean it made everything shimmer. The grass
DAISY'S POVThe forest had changed since the war, but only just.New green pushed up through old ash. Flowers bloomed where fire once scorched the earth. Trees whispered again, not in warning, just in welcome.Zordon and I walked hand in hand along the narrow path, the one we'd taken long ago when everything between us had been tension and doubt. Back then, I wasn't sure I believed in fate. I wasn't sure I believed in us.Now?His hand was warm in mine, steady and strong. My feet moved slower than they used to thanks to the weight I carried, but I didn't mind. The baby kicked every so often, reminding me that time was short. That soon, we'd be three."You're quiet," Zordon said softly, brushing a low-hanging branch out of my way."I'm thinking.""Dangerous."I gave him a sideways look, but I smiled. "What will we name him?"He paused. "I don't know. I thought you should do the honors, since you are the one who will birth him.""I see," I said, exhaling.The wind stirred through the le
DAISY'S POVThree days after Zordon proposed, I stood at the edge of Mooncliff Summit, dressed in white and shaking in my boots.Well, technically I was barefoot. The seamstress had tried heels, but I had nearly broken my ankle so we settled on soft, woven sandals that I'd kicked off somewhere near the top of the cliff. My feet pressed into the warm stone now, grounding me in a way nothing else could.I kept my hands over my belly, partly out of instinct, partly because it helped me breathe. The baby was quiet this morning. Still and peaceful. Maybe he sensed the magnitude of today. Maybe he was waiting, just like the rest of the world.Thousands had gathered below. Wolves from every surviving pack. Elders. Witches. Seers. Even some humans who knew of our existence. People who had once hated each other now stood side by side. I wasn't sure if it was unity or just exhaustion, but either way, they came.They came to see us.To see me.I still couldn't wrap my head around it.Zordon stoo
DAISY'S POVThe morning after Luna Evelyn's visit arrived with golden sunlight and the smell of cinnamon drifting through the air.Zordon had already left the bed by the time I woke up. I stretched, my hand resting lightly on the curve of my belly. A quiet flutter reminded me that our little one was growing stronger every day.Slipping on a robe, I padded into the sunroom and stopped in my tracks.Zordon was there and he was shirtless, barefoot, and standing over a small table set for two on the balcony. Steam curled from two mugs. Plates of fruit, eggs, fresh bread, and that cinnamon I'd smelled were perfectly arranged. Wildflowers in a simple jar sat in the center."You cooked?" I asked, blinking in surprise.He shrugged. "I bribed someone to help. But I did stir the eggs."I laughed and moved toward him, kissing his cheek before sitting down.We ate slowly, talking about everything and nothing. For a while, it was just us again. No Luna Evelyn. No war. No titles."Come take a walk
DAISY'S POVTwo months had passed since the war ended, yet the air still carried the scent of smoke and death.We had won. The bloodshed was over. But peace wasn't as quiet as I thought it would be. It pulsed beneath the surface like the earth was still bracing for another storm.Dexter's trial had finally ended. He sat alone in the depths of Pine Hollow, sealed away in a cell built for the worst of our kind. Silver-lined walls, enchanted locks, constant guard rotations. But the Council and the Pinewood people had chosen something far worse than death for him.He had been stripped of his wolf.The bond to the moon, the magic in his blood, the power that once made him Alpha, it was all gone. Just like that. No more shifting. No more heightened senses. No more pack. They carved the beast out of him and left only a man behind.And his sentence? To live as the man he truly was. Weak and cruel and hollow. Then I topped off his sentence by sending him to work in the very barracks he once se