Liliana’s POV
I awake from a deep slumber to soft morning hues that break through the curtains, and immediately, a sense of deja vu hits me.
This reminds me of my twenty-first birthday, the day I woke up in Landon’s arms.
Only this time, he sits by the bed that I lie on.
Confusion grips me momentarily until I remember what happened last night. My surroundings come into focus, and I find myself covered in the pleasing embrace of Landon’s warm blanket. His scent fills my senses and I dare a peek at the man who had mated me.
Landon – he sits by the window in an armchair, completely absorbed in the light on his phone. He is wearing a crisp white polo shirt and khaki pants. The morning sun illuminates him like a golden halo and as much as I hate to admit it, I cannot help but marvel at the sight of his rugged charm. His features are sculpted, e
Kaden’s POVI sense her even before she enters the room. Her scent fills my every pore, her usual scent of sultry citrus and sweet jasmine.But that is not all.My eyes narrow dangerously and I look at both my cousins; Landon who is seated behind his desk and Evander who stands at the far corner of the room, scanning the spines on the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.Something is off.The door to Landon’s study opens and Liliana steps in, in a stunning white dress that flows with her every move. She is beautiful, even more so than the last time I saw her but right now, I am not pleased at her sight.She is carrying two other scents, two other unique imprints – Landon’s. And Evander’s. She quickly lowers her eyes, not wanting to meet mine and walks over to where Landon sits.The fuck?
Kaden’s POVAncient Springs Pack – The NorthlandsMy movements are fueled by an unrelenting anger, each step echoing a fueled rage I wish I can pour into something else at the moment. The gates slam shut, sealing off the palace from the tempest outside and the guards jump out of my way. Everyone does.My palm folds to a fist and I resist every bit of urge to put holes on the walls of the hallway. Every part of the palace reminds me of Liliana. The library, the dining hall, the courtyard….Damn!As I retreat to my chamber, I find my Beta, Marcus awaiting my presence. The smile on his face immediately disappears when he sees my face. I shout out an order before he can even speak. “Prepare the warriors for war!"“What -?”I storm head-on and move towards my study. Marcus, flabber
Liliana’s POVI have come home. Or at least, mom’s home.The Woodlands embrace me with towering trees that stand as silent sentinels, their branches weaving a canopy to obscure the sunlight, casting shadows on the forest floor. As I step through the gates of the Woodlands, memories begin to echo in the hollow corners of my heart.I remember taking my first baby steps here, stumbling every once in a while before reaching mom who never failed to cheer me on. I remember jumping over the gates with grandpa, racing to see who would be the first to reach the cookie at the end of the line. I remember receiving my first kiss from Aden under the old oak tree. Then comes the memoeries of betrayals lies and deceits.I remember the way I escaped from Aden and Bella's attacks to end me, the way I found solace in the rogue's land and the way I chased after the rogue wolf in the Woodlan
Liliana’s POVI blink and scowl at my own silliness. Where had the thought come from? I shake my head and turn my attention back to the Frost cousins who stare at the photo in the locket.“It is hard to tell, the photo has faded over time,” Evander says, his eyes narrowing with uncertainty.Landon, with a conviction born of familiarity, declares, "It's her. It’s mother."Kaden, stubborn as ever, counters with a resolute "No. You’re fooling yourself, Landon." I watch, a silent witness to the clash of opinions and the unspoken emotions that simmer beneath the surface. The necklace, dangling between them, becomes a focal point of their destinies."This is going nowhere. Let's go to the forest." Evander finally buys Kaden's idea and we all settle with this now.I see the look
Liliana’s POVThe woman who stands before me is an enigma. She glances at me from the depths of the cave — draped in a gown as pure as freshly fallen snow. Her hair, a cascade of white waves, flows like a frozen waterfall, and her presence radiates an ethereal beauty that captivates even in the dark of the cave.I find myself momentarily breathless. She stands, a blueprint of mystery, her eyes holding a depth that transcends mere mortal understanding. They are... deep, oddly deep. Like they piece through another world.Logic whispers warnings in my mind—strangers should elicit caution, but I act void of the order of the rule I hear. Yet, a magnetic force draws me to her, weaving a spell that numbs the rational mind. I should question, resist, demand answers. But as she gazes at me with eyes that seem to hold the secrets of time, my voice remains silent, as if under the encha
Liliana’s POVThe sound of water dripping from the cave’s stalactites fills my senses, and I open my eyes only to realize I had fallen asleep. I frown and squint my eyes in the dark, searching in vain for the woman in white.But she is nowhere to be found. I am alone in the profound darkness.Had it all been a dream?The memory of the mysterious woman, her snowy hair and ethereal gown, lingers like an elusive wisp.I stretch out my arms and accidentally touch something metallic. Something hard. And something warm. Quickly, my fingers wrap around it and I bring the object nearer.Aha! A smile spreads on my face.It is the lantern! Proof that the white-haired woman was real. But the smile on my face fades into a tremble when the lantern suddenly comes to life.The flame within it hover
Kaden's POVMoonlight bathes the empty grave, casting elongated shadows that stretch like ghostly fingers across the soil.“Let’s fill it up, Kaden,” Evander says.In the stillness of the night, the shovels in our hands cut through the quiet like a subdued heartbeat and the dirt cascades back into the empty grave. The night seems to hold its breath as if paying homage to the secrets concealed beneath the newly settled earth.Given our speed, the void in the grave is filled in no time. Evander jams his shovel head-on into the soil and plops onto the ground. I wipe the sweat from my brow and take a seat next to him and stare out into the moonlit sky.Evander produces a steeled bottle of alcohol from his pocket and takes a measured sip, his gaze fixed on the grave before us.Then silently, he extends the bottle to me. I accept
Liliana’s POVI stand before Landon, my heart pounding in a rhythm of both determination and dread.“Landon,” I begin, my voice steady despite the chill that dances along my spine, “you’re concealing something from me, and I demand the truth.”He averts his gaze. “Liliana,” he starts, his voice as cool and emotionless as ever, “my mother… she was acquainted with a woman. A woman with hair as white as winter’s first frost. She was the Frostbite Pack’s first ever Sorceress. The White Sorceress supreme.”The air grows colder as if the very mention of the white-haired woman draws the warmth from the room.“She would come, always shrouded in veils, as if the night itself cloaked her in secrecy,” Landon continues, his eyes now lost to the past. “She would always come to vis