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Heather's POVAn Oracle.Cole and I drop to one knee, heads bowed. A hum of raw power presses against my skin, heavier than any royal aura. Cole’s voice barely rises above the rustle of leaves. “Oracle, what an honour.”“Rise, my children.” The words are soft, yet they vibrate through bone and marrow. We stand.The night exhales. Behind us the main bonfire surges, sparks spiralling like copper fireflies. Wind whips through the pine tops, snapping branches, driving the smoke in a sudden circle around the clearing.Then the Oracle speaks—and her voice is no longer one voice. It is a chorus, a cathedral of echoes folding over themselves:“Under the Pink Moon, a white wolf shall rise,Forged in hardship, scarred by fate.She alone shall stand against the coming darkness,A force born of the Fallen One’s will,Seeking to end the children of the moon.Beware those who seek to claim her,For only through love shall she ascend.”The gale dies. Pine needles drift to earth in absolute silence.

Heather's POVNo.No, no, no, no!‘I’m channelling all my strength to her, but that means… we won’t heal..’ she pauses, I know what she’s doing, she’s sacrificing us for our daughter.‘do it, do it!’ I beg my wolf‘get her out now!’ she pants at me, her voice already sounding so weak,“Ali,” I gasp, clutching my stomach as the pain intensifies. “Something’s wrong. Helena says something’s wrong with the pup!”Alison’s eyes widen in horror, just as another wave of liquid runs down my legs.This time, it’s not clear.It’s red.A horrified curse rips from the woman beside me as she sees what I already know—I’m bleeding.A lot.Panic surges through my veins, cold and paralyzing. My pup!“Shit,” Alison breathes, her voice breaking.The world tilts. Blurs.No, no, I can’t black out, I can’t.I blink hard, forcing my body to obey, gripping Alison’s wrist with everything I have left. My fingernails dig into her skin, my grip desperate.“Alison,” I gasp, voice barely above a whisper. “Get her o

Zahra's POVI head off in the direction of the training grounds, heading up the street towards the Alpha house.As my father is the current Beta, we live on the road just down from the Alphas house.Our tree lined street is also home to the other leadership houses. Opposite our large house, is the Gamma house, with the Delta house next door, and next to us on the other side is a Home for the head warrior. At the moment the pack doesn’t have a head warrior, he was killed a few months ago fighting rogues, and the Alpha hasn’t replaced him. So, for now the house remains unoccupied.I reach the trees at the edge of the Alpha’s grounds and stop to stretch out, before setting out at a gentle jog. I jog slowly out towards the training field, it’s about a 10 min run, through the woods at the edge of the lake. Once there I dop my bag off by the benches at the edge of the training field and continue with my run, around the western edge of the permitter. I’ve got another hour before early traini

Zahra's POVI head over to the training compound and downstairs for a shower. I have an hour before school starts, but it’s a long walk and I like to get in early to avoid the crush in the halls. I shower and wash my hair quickly, after towel drying my hair, I plait it into a long braid down my back, and dress. The changerooms are always quiet in the mornings, almost everyone else heads home to shower and change, but my dad will be around at this time so I prefer to avoid the house.I throw on my outfit- a faded black t-shirt that used to belong to my brother, it’s still far too big on me, but that oversized look is cool right? And a pair of old blue jeans I have the roll the legs up about 6 times, as they were also Zach’s once but it beats being naked, I guess. I grab my old belt and cinch it in to hold up the jeans. Then I grab my old converse- they are beginning to fall apart; I’ll need to try and find some tape to hold the soles on again soon.I grab my bag and head off to schoo

Zahra's POVI look up and I’m momentarily blinded by the sheer perfection of the face in front of me. Seriously, how does one human manage to have chocolate-brown eyes that look like they could make a girl forget her own name? And the rest of him; straight nose, chiselled jaw, perfect eyebrows (like, are those real?!) and lips that seem designed for kissing; just makes it worse. Focus, Zahra, focus!It’s Sebastian Blackwood, fuck, future Alpha of the Silver Dawn Pack. And here he is, talking to me. My brain, however, appears to have taken a fucking nap. I can’t seem to form a coherent thought, much less a sentence.I glance around and realize several people are staring at us with their jaws practically on the floor. Great, now I’m the centre of attention, and not in the way I’d hoped. I look back at Sebastian, still mute, waiting for someone to yell, “Gotcha!”“Errm, I’m Sebastian Blackwood,” he says, extending his hand.“I, I, it’s, nice to meet you,” I manage to stammer. Brilliant,