MasukOLIVER’S POVWe reached the castle long after midnight, guiding the rescued girls into the main hall where Gina and the remaining clan members prepared blankets, water, and warm food. Most of them were shaking, some crying, some silent, but they were alive. That was more than they had yesterday.Amy walked beside me the entire time, her steps unsteady but determined. Her skin glowed faintly under the torchlight, veins shimmering with a pale iridescence that only I seemed to notice. The pure blood inside her wasn’t resting. It was moving. Changing. Pushing.She didn’t complain. She never did. But every few steps, she pressed her hand against her chest, as if trying to calm a storm beneath her ribs.Once the girls settled safely, I guided Amy to the upper corridor.“You need to rest,” I said.“I’m fine,” she insisted.She wasn’t fine. Her pulse was unsteady. Her scent kept shifting—part human, part something ancient, something not yet awakened. Her aura pulsed in short bursts, uncontrol
AMY’S POVThe bar looked smaller than I remembered, but that was probably because I wasn’t the same girl who had been dragged out of here in chains. The neon sign flickered weakly above the door, casting a sickly pink glow over cracked pavement and overflowing trash bins. The alley reeked of sweat, alcohol, and old blood—so familiar my stomach twisted.Oliver stood beside me, tall and silent, his aura a heavy shield pressing against my back. Two of his strongest clan members, Rovan and Elias, positioned themselves at the alley entrance to prevent anyone from escaping. Gina stood behind them with a crossbow made of reinforced steel, her face stern.“This is where they took you,” Oliver said, even though he already knew the answer.“Yes,” I replied, forcing my voice steady. “Right through that door.”Oliver’s expression sharpened. “Then no one walks out of this place alive unless you allow it.”The protectiveness in his tone made my chest tighten, but I pushed away the emotion. I needed
AMY’S POVBy the time I was finally allowed to leave the healer’s room, the castle smelled like burnt stone and fresh sawdust. The repairs had started, but the damage was a painful reminder of everything that had happened. My legs still felt heavy, and my arm still throbbed under the bandage, but walking helped me feel like a person again—something more than a survivor lying on a bed.Gina accompanied me through the hall, gently making sure I didn’t collapse halfway. The corridors were full of vampires carrying beams, patching walls, or sweeping broken debris. Some glanced at me with a mix of curiosity, gratitude, and confusion. They knew what I had done. They knew what I had become. They weren’t sure how to behave around me yet.Neither was I.Oliver stood at the far end of the corridor, speaking to two guards while inspecting a broken archway. He gestured decisively to one of them, then turned and glanced back just in time to see me walking toward him. His posture straightened immed
AMY’S POVI woke slowly, as if my body had been trapped beneath a thick layer of darkness. The first thing I felt was warmth—steady and comforting—pressed gently against my hand. When I opened my eyes, the healer’s lanterns glowed dimly from the far side of the room, their light flickering against cracked walls that told their own story of destruction. My arm throbbed under the bandage, but the pain was dull, no longer sharp or overwhelming.Oliver sat beside me.His head was bowed slightly, his hand still wrapped around mine, fingers locked with enough pressure to tell me he hadn’t let go for hours. His shoulders were tense, and his posture looked strained, like someone holding back a weight too heavy to put down.He hadn’t slept.He hadn’t moved.He had stayed by my side the entire time.“Oliver,” I whispered, my voice rough from dryness.His head shot up instantly. His eyes met mine, and the relief that washed over his face was so raw it nearly knocked the breath out of me. He lean
OLIVER’S POVThe hall remained silent long after Bernatta’s ashes disappeared. The dust settled slowly across the broken floor, and the air felt unnaturally still, as if the castle itself was too exhausted to breathe. I held Amy tightly against my chest, her body limp, her breathing faint but steady. Her pulse brushed softly against my fingers—a rhythm weak, but alive.Alive was enough.Gina approached carefully across the rubble, her boots crunching over shattered stone. Her eyes widened when she saw the remains of Bernatta scattered in fading trails across the ground.“She’s really gone,” Gina whispered.“Yes,” I said, adjusting my hold on Amy. “Permanently.”Gina looked at the dagger still clenched in Amy’s hand, the blade stained with darkened crimson and flecks of ash. She exhaled shakily. “She did it.”“She did,” I said, staring at the small streak of blood drying along Amy’s wrist. “At great cost.”“We have to get her to the healer,” Gina insisted.“I know.”But I didn’t move
AMY’S POVThe moment Bernatta screamed, the entire hall trembled violently. Her magic flared outward, cracking stone pillars and scattering debris across the floor. Oliver used his aura to shield us, pulling me closer so the falling rubble wouldn’t crush either of us. Her scream wasn’t just rage—it was the sound of real fear, sharp and unmistakable. She understood what I had seen inside my head, even before I fully understood it myself.Oliver leaned in, his voice low and urgent. “Amy, tell me exactly what you saw.”I kept my eyes locked on Bernatta as I spoke. “A blade made of silver. Dipped in my blood. Straight through her heart.”Oliver’s jaw tightened, and I felt his aura shift beside me. His power surged again, reacting to the confirmation of her weakness. Gina, positioned near the lower staircase, gasped when she heard the words.“That makes sense,” Gina said loudly. “Pure blood breaks witch magic, and silver disrupts hybrid bodies. Combined, it could kill her permanently.”Ber







