LOGINSelena's POV
The tent is really quiet now.
Most of the injured are stable, sleeping peacefully, their bandages clean. Greta moves around, checking on everyone, feeling pulses, adjusting blankets. Rina’s curled up in a corner, looking completely exhausted, her head resting on a pile of cloth.
I’m at the far end, my hands resting in my lap. They’re still tingling, a faint warmth lingering. Greta was right; I can’t heal much more. Not wi
Caden's POVI’ve got my phone in hand. Maya's sitting next to me, her shoulder nearly brushing against mine. We haven’t said a word in an hour, just stuck in this heavy silence, neither of us sure what to say.Suddenly, my phone buzzes.I glance at the screen. It’s a council-wide message. Red letters. The official seal.Elena Ahearn has been executed by order of the Council. Sentence carried out at Eventide. No further appeals.I can’t take my eyes off the words.Executed.Elena Ahearn.My mother.The phone feels like it’s weighing me down. The letters start to blur.Around me, there are more buzzing phones. Warriors check their screens. Healers freeze mid-step. Someone murmurs, “Elena’s dead.”I’m rooted to the spot.Maya leans in, reading over my shoulder. Her expression is unreadable.“Caden.”I don&rsquo
Caden's POVThe fog clears up. The valley is stained red.I’m standing on the eastern ridge, sword resting loosely in my hand. Below, the rogues are regrouping for another assault. Our fighters are battered and worn out, but they’re still holding strong. Damian stands at the center, his dark wolf pacing back and forth, waiting.I scan the slope. There are bodies everywhere.And then, I spot him.Lucas.He’s at the forefront of the enemy line, his shirt ripped, sword held high. His face looks thinner than I remember, eyes hollow yet burning with intensity. He’s shouting something to the rogues behind him, pointing up towards our ridge.My chest tightens.I lift my hand. The archers beside me lower their bows.“Captain,” one of them says. “He’s in range.”“No.”“If we take him out—”“I said no.&rdquo
Selena's POVThe afternoon sun warms the canvas above me.I slowly come to, my body feeling heavy and my head still in a fog. I’m on a cot, a blanket draped over me. Damian's arms are wrapped around me as he sleeps behind, his chest pressed to my back, arm resting over my waist, keeping me snug.I don't move. Honestly, I don’t want to.The tent feels different. It's bigger now. There are more cots—rows of them stretching into the shadows. Most have warriors on them, bandaged and exhausted. The battle is over. We barely made it through, but we won.Greta is curled up on a cot near the entrance, still in her bloodstained apron, snoring softly with her mouth open. She worked all night long without a break, didn’t even eat. I think about waking her, but I don't.I glance around. There are new tents set up outside—I can see them through the gaps in the canvas. New wooden poles, fresh canvas, the red cro
Selena's POVThe scream pierces the air from the ridge.I’m up on my feet before I even fully register what’s happening. Greta’s at the tent entrance, her face ashen, while Rina hurriedly grabs bandages, her hands trembling.I push past them to take a look outside.Fire lights up the eastern valley—torches, hundreds of them, moving up the slope. Viktor didn't wait for dawn to make his move.“Sound the alarm!” someone yells.Horns blast through the night. Warriors spill out of their tents, grabbing weapons, shifting into action, running. At the forefront, Damian's already transformed into his wolf form, his dark fur blending into the shadows.The rogues crash into our line like a relentless wave.Suddenly, the first injured start arriving before I’m even prepared.A warrior stumbles into the tent, his arm missing below the elbow, blood streaming down his side, soakin
Selena's POVThe tent is really quiet now.Most of the injured are stable, sleeping peacefully, their bandages clean. Greta moves around, checking on everyone, feeling pulses, adjusting blankets. Rina’s curled up in a corner, looking completely exhausted, her head resting on a pile of cloth.I’m at the far end, my hands resting in my lap. They’re still tingling, a faint warmth lingering. Greta was right; I can’t heal much more. Not without putting the babies at risk.The tent flap opens, and Damian steps inside.He looks different in the soft lamplight. Softer, maybe. He comes over and sits beside me on the cot.“You haven’t slept yet?”“No, I don’t know when the wounded might need me.”He takes my hands in his. “They’re cold.”“I’ve been healing all day.”He rubs my hands between his palms, trying to warm
Damian's POVThe healers' tent is set up on the rise behind the eastern ridge. It has canvas walls, wooden poles, and the red cross painted on the side. Greta got it ready before dawn. Selena’s inside, but I can’t see her from here, and I don’t look back.Below us, the eastern valley stretches out, gray in the morning light. Viktor's army is down there, a dark mass moving like a living creature. There might be twelve hundred of them. Maybe more.My warriors are ready. Borgov is on the left flank, Caden on the right, and Maya's got the reserves hidden among the trees.I shift, and it sends a ripple through me—bones crack, muscles stretch, and fur pushes out through my skin. My wolf is massive, dark, and hungry. Others shift around me, some staying human with swords and spears in hand. We present a mix of forms, a wall of teeth and steel.Then the horns sound.Viktor's army is on the move.The first
Maya's POV~The box is pretty old, its corners all crushed and the lid stained with some stuff I really don’t want to think about. I stumbled upon it tucked away in the back of a supply closet, buried under blankets and rusty tools. It hasn’t been touched in years. Maybe no one really wanted to.No
The car moves through darkness, headlights cutting a narrow path through trees that have stood here for centuries. Marcus sits up front with Damian, giving directions in a low voice. Maya is beside me in the back, her knife already in her hand, her jaw set. Caden rides in the vehicle behind us with
Selena's POV~Here I am, standing in a field.The grass is tall, glowing gold in the sunset, swaying like waves. I’ve never set foot in this place before, but it feels so familiar, like somewhere I’ve been longing to discover.In the middle of the field, a woman stands with her back to me. Her hair
Selena's POV~The message sits on my phone like an annoying splinter.I've read it over and over since last night. *If you want to know about Kael, come to Bloodmoon. Alone.* No name, no explanation—just a promise that I can’t ignore and a condition I can’t accept.Damian is already in motion, maki







