All Chapters of Crimson Outcast: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Amara’s POVOpening my eyes, I'm in shock. I thought we were in the pack woods. Or at least we were—and now I'm not. Wherever I am, the sun is bright, the grass is impossibly green, and the warmth I feel is comforting in a way I haven't known before. Am I dead? I think to myself, panic fluttering beneath my ribcage. No—wait. I haven't even truly lived, haven't truly felt free.I sit up slowly, blinking against the golden light. My legs tangle in the soft grass, and I run my fingers through the blades just to see if they're real. Everything here feels sharper—more vivid—than anything I remember from the waking world. The wind stirs softly, carrying the scent of wildflowers and something sweet, something achingly familiar. I try to recall how I got here, but my mind is fuzzy, full of half-remembered rituals and whispered promises in the dark.Was this the other side of the barrier? Some ancient place hidden behind the veil? Or is this just a dream—a trick of my mind as I lie in that hos

Blakes POVWe gather in the foyer, the atmosphere humming with quiet anticipation as we wait for Amara to come down for dinner. The scent of roasted vegetables and freshly baked bread drifts from the dining hall, but all conversation fades as I hear the faint sound of footsteps above.Before I know it, Amara appears at the top of the stairs. She looks absolutely stunning—her emerald and silver dress catching the soft light, shimmering with every graceful movement. Her hair is neatly tucked into a low bun, accentuating the delicate curve of her neck. I glance at my mom, raising an eyebrow and mindlinking her. “I thought you told her casual.”“I did,” my mom replies through our link, a note of amused bewilderment in her mental voice.We all fall silent, admiration filling the space as Amara hesitates for just a moment, then begins her descent. Each step she takes is both elegant and hesitant, her gaze flickering between us. There’s something regal about her, something that makes it impo

Amara’s POVThe shift was painful. I could not believe it. Looking at myself from the back of my mind, I realized we are huge, three tails, red and white in color. Everyone is looking at us in awe. Thinking to myself, I don’t even know her name. “Skadii,” a voice says to me. Taken aback at the response, “excuse me?” I say. My name... It’s Skadii. I am your Lycan and you are my human. Together, we will do great things, the voice replies. Not sure what to say, I just keep quiet. Looking at everyone in front of me through eyes that aren’t mine but are, I can see their... their fear and astonishment. Skadii takes one look at Blake. “Mate,” she rumbles, then snaps her jaws at Thalia. Thalia takes a few steps back and Blake moves forward. His eyes are jet black. “Mate,” a deep voice says back to us.For a moment, an uncanny silence lingers, thick with anticipation, before the world snaps back into motion. Distant howls echo through the trees, reverberating with power and promise. I draw a s

Caden’s POVLorraine was beautiful in a way that commanded attention without demanding it. Her skin carried the warm glow of light brown sugar, smooth and luminous beneath the torchlight. It caught the sun in the day and the fire at night, each curve of her cheek and sweep of her shoulders bathed in a soft golden warmth.Her eyes were perhaps her most arresting feature—hazel, but kissed with green so vividly it seemed the forest itself had left its mark upon her. When she looked at someone, those eyes seemed to pierce straight through, steady and unflinching, yet never unkind. They were the eyes of someone who had learned to balance gentleness with strength, a gaze that spoke of ambition and quiet fire.Her hair flowed in rich waves down her back, dark and silken, framing her face in contrast that only sharpened the brightness of her eyes. When she moved, there was elegance in every step, her posture straight, her presence regal. She did not need jewels to draw attention—though she wo

Elijah’s POVThe chamber was dim, lit only by the eerie blue glow of Circe’s crystal basin. The surface rippled, reflecting visions that only she could truly interpret. I stood at the window, staring out into the night, the forest stretching dark and endless, the moon heavy and silver. My heart had been a smoldering ember for years, and tonight Circe fanned it into flame.“She has shifted,” Circe whispered, her voice serpentine, curling through the room like smoke.I turned slowly, my chest tightening with something that felt like both triumph and fury. “You are certain?”Her dark eyes glittered as she traced a clawed fingertip along the rim of the basin. “I felt it—the surge of power rippling through the ley lines. The girl’s wolf has broken the barrier that bound her. Amara is awake now, in ways she does not yet understand. The cage Alpha Victor and King Joseph built around her heritage has shattered.”A bitter laugh escaped me. “So the gods have unveiled their precious daughter at