All Chapters of What Survived The Burn: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Simon’s POVMy wolf, Zyan, is practically purring in my head as we watch our mate work her magic—literally. With a single movement, the old house begins to sink, vines unraveling themselves and roots pulling back into the ground like obedient soldiers. We’ve seen a lot, Zyan and I, but this… this is something else.“She’s powerful,” Zyan murmurs, his tone full of reverence.“Ours,” I answer, and I can feel the pride swell through both of us.Then her hands glow—golden and pulsing like a heartbeat—and a new structure begins to form. The earth parts, rises, and bends to her will. Walls stretch high, shaped by magic and sheer determination. Window frames slot into place. A second floor emerges like the house is being woven together with light. It’s not just a building—it’s a sanctuary. And she’s creating it for the children.Andy steps closer, his voice low with a smile. “You should have seen her when we were constructing the Den.”I don’t take my eyes off her, afraid I’ll miss something

Amy’s POVAndy’s fingers laced with mine as we made our way down the curved staircase, the soft glow of lanterns lighting the hallways. The house was quiet now—settled. The kind of hush that only comes after too much emotion, too much loss, and the thinnest sliver of peace beginning to settle in the dust.“Second master bedroom,” Andy mused under his breath, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Must be nice to have so many rooms that no one notices an entire extra suite.”I chuckled softly. “I think it was made for visiting Alphas. Or extended family. Or maybe just to contain all of Loria’s chaos.”He bumped my shoulder gently, and I leaned into him. The scent of magic still clung to him faintly—sage and clean air and starlight. It always settled me.“We’re lucky,” Polly whispered, her voice feathering through my thoughts. “You know that, right? After what we went through… how many wolves in our pack lost their mates in the last purge…”My chest tightened. I knew. Gods, did I know.“I

Zerina’s POVI padded into the kitchen, bare feet silent against the wood, cradling Moon close against my chest as she continued to nurse. The warm scent of cooked sugar and cinnamon wrapped around me like a hug, and for a moment, I just stood there, watching.Andy was at the stove, flipping pancakes like he was born to do it. His movements were fluid and confident, the kind of rhythm that spoke of familiarity. He wasn’t just feeding people—he was grounding them. Amy stepped up beside him, wordlessly taking the spatula from his hand. She bumped his hip gently with hers, and he gave her this soft, sleepy smile that even I—who rarely concerned myself with romantic things—could feel down to my core.I lowered myself into a chair at the kitchen table, careful not to jostle the baby. Moon suckled quietly, one tiny hand resting against my chest, her soft sighs the only sound she made. My body still ached from the strain Loria had put it through, but I could handle it. I was stronger than th

Zerina’s POVWe sat around the kitchen table—me, Simon, Audrey, and Andy. Amy stood at the counter with her back to us, focused on peeling boiled eggs. The morning light streamed in through the window, soft and golden, warming the space but not enough to cut the tension simmering just beneath the surface.Audrey cleared her throat gently. “So… what did you need to talk about?”Simon leaned forward, elbows on the table, tone calm but firm. “First—your entire coven is invited to the meeting tonight.”Audrey’s brow arched slightly in curiosity, but she said nothing, allowing him to continue.“We’re honoring our dead and celebrating the living. It’s important. I want them there.”Audrey gave a slow nod, the corners of her mouth tugging downward in a thoughtful frown. “I’ll send some witches to help with the setup.”Simon dipped his chin in appreciation. “Thank you.”Then he glanced at me before shifting gears. “Next thing… Do you know how to complete a mate bond between a witch and a were

Loria’s POVIt’s warm outside today.Moon is running around the backyard with Anthony. He turned six two months ago. Moon had her birthday last week—she’s three now.Three years have passed.The pain from the massacre still feels fresh in our pack. Most of us are still grieving the friends and loved ones we lost.People have found hobbies to help pass the time.Thanks to the witches and their magic, we now have six lodge buildings, each with twenty-four apartments and shared communal areas on the ground level."Don’t forget you did a good bit of that," my wolf, Zerina, reminds me.And she’s right.Some of the pack members banded together and started a decent-sized farm. We have eight dairy cows and one bull. Two of the heifers are pregnant, and one calved just last month.The farm keeps our kitchens stocked with fresh milk, cheese, butter, and buttermilk.We also have two chicken tractors, each holding eighteen to twenty hens and a rooster—plenty of eggs to go around.Some pack member