All Chapters of What Survived The Burn: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Simon’s POVI slipped off the couch quietly, the soft creak of the floorboards the only sound accompanying my departure other than the ventilator that is still hooked to Pullox. The clock on the wall read 5:45 a.m. I glanced over my shoulder as I grabbed my hoodie. Loria was awake, her head tilted down to focus on Castor and Selene, both latched against her, feeding peacefully. She looked up briefly, gave me a tired smile, and nodded. Amy sat in the corner rocking Venus in her arms. Even in her exhaustion, her eyes glowed with the quiet, fierce love only a mother could carry.I padded down the stairs and out into the cool morning air. The sky was still mostly dark, stars fading in the coming dawn. My boots hit the grass with a thud, and the scent of dew-laden earth filled my lungs. I inhaled deeply, letting Zyan stir within me. He was always closer to the surface now, our connection seamless since the babies were born. Their scent was embedded in my soul.As I neared the training grou

Amy’s POVLater that afternoon, the soft glow of the low sun filtered through the blinds, casting lazy stripes of light across the floor. The room was still and warm, filled with the soft beeping of monitors and the quiet breath of sleeping newborns. I sat in my chair, Venus sleeping in my lap, her tiny hand curled around the drawstring of my scrub top. My eyelids felt heavy, but I refused to sleep. Not yet.Doc Hathaway stepped back into the room, a clipboard under one arm and a knowing glint in her eye. Her gaze swept over Loria and Simon, who were curled close on the couch, before landing squarely on me."Amy," she said, her tone gentle but firm, "I think it’s time you got some fresh air."I blinked, surprised. "I’m fine, really."Doc raised one eyebrow. "You haven’t stepped outside since the babies were born. That was nearly three weeks ago."Before I could protest again, Polly surged forward inside me with a ripple of joy."Run!" she practically shouted in my mind, tail wagging l

Simon’s POVShe clutched a hand to her chest, cheeks flushed, and I could feel both her startle and her pull toward me through the bond.My eyes traveled over her—slow, reverent. I couldn't help it. That gown. That woman. My mate.Every inch of her was a reminder that power didn’t always roar. Sometimes it stood in silence and owned the room. She looked like a queen from one of the old legends, carved from moonlight and war."You're going to break necks in that dress," I said, stepping inside and letting the door click softly behind me.Zyan stirred almost immediately. "Ours. That is ours. Look at her. Stars above, we mated with a goddess."I couldn't argue.Loria shifted, adjusting the silver wrap over her shoulders, still looking in the mirror. The sheer sleeves sparkled under the soft light, and the way the gown clung to her body—hell. I was speechless."You think it’s too much?" she asked, turning to face me. Her brow was furrowed slightly, uncertainty blooming behind her confiden

Simon’s POV“Simon, GO,” Zyan roared in my head, but my feet were already moving towards the door. As soon as I stepped onto the porch Zyan shifted, shredding my clothes to bits. His paws hit the ground and didn’t slow down. “What was that,” I asked him.We both felt the warmth, the radiating light that came from my skin, the feeling of unknown power residing in my veins. “I don’t know,” Zyan whispered.Loria stepped through the trees and my whole world stopped. It is her I am sure of it, but she didn’t look like that when she left the house. Her hair once mousy brown and full of curls, is now solid black and hangs to her knees in big waves. Her eyes that used to look like flames are now a piercing green with silver flaking the edges. She walks straight towards Zyan’s massive form. Zyan sniffs her and tries to nuzzle his nose into her stomach. She giggles slightly but her voice doesn’t even sound like her. It sounds like something out of this world. High pitched and heavenly. “

Simon’s POVThe next morning arrived far too quickly.Sunlight barely filtered through the curtains before I was sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed from the waist down and holding my shirt in my hands, staring blankly at the floor. My entire body hummed with something I still didn’t fully understand. The raw, pulsing edge of magic.But at least I wasn’t glowing anymore.Loria stood near the mirror, applying a finishing touch to her makeup. Her illusion was flawless. She looked exactly the way she used to—mousy brown curls, flame-colored eyes, soft skin untouched by the divine shift that had happened less than twenty-four hours ago. I knew it was a mask. I also knew she hated wearing it. But it was necessary.We had to get through today without setting off seventy-six Alphas and their Lunas.I dragged my shirt over my head and stood, adjusting the cuffs. The dress code was somewhere between business casual and regal power move, and I tried my best to land somewhere in the