XANDER ALVERIUS'S POV The crickets and summer bugs performed a grand orchestra as Violet and I walked toward the cottage. There was no need for concern, as the head nurse stated, because she was injury-free. Violet slipped down from my arms and ran to the door. Before she could turn the knob, the door burst open. Rose petals and confetti burst into the air. Rose and Jasmine jumped up to hug Violet at the same time. "Welcome home!" "Rose! Jasmine!" Violet squealed. "You didn't have to surprise me like this!" "Oh, no." Rose took my hand. "The real surprise is... Papa is going to join us for dinner!" "Really? Then what are we waiting for?" The girls' joyful laughter was heartwarming. It wasn't a bad idea to see them running along the hallways of the Packhouse, hurrying down the stairs, hide-and-seeking in every room and alcove they could find. The rigid and cold atmosphere of the place would be much more lively and warm, just like this cottage. Sweet delicious aromas tickled
PEONY CRIMSON’S POVThe door I pushed open revealed Xander standing on the terrace of the cottage. He wore a sternness mixed with grumpy all over his face but it just flicked the corner of my lips. I grinned."Back for the second dinner already?" I asked, pretending to ignore the intensity of my quickening heartbeat. It was because Emily couldn't stop wagging her tail. "Maybe next time. Just came to drop her off." Xander stepped to the side and Gloria came into view. "Gloria...."My words caught in the back of my throat. She wore a simple blue denim linen long dress and a leather belt pouch where she usually kept her potions and crystals. Not a single wound or scar to be seen on her, she was perfectly fine. I gulped. Since leaving with Killian that time, this was the first time she had shown up at the cottage again.I looked at Xander. Should I ask why and how he brought Gloria back? Suddenly all the questions bubbling up in my mind popped and evaporated."You," Xander called at he
PEONY CRIMSON’S POV"If we rip off those bastards' heads, there will be fewer enemies for White Moon to face. This is our battle." Emily's words rang in my head.Ten minutes ago, I followed the direction of the rising smoke. The stench of the rogues was so strong, my nose couldn't stop wrinkling. I kept myself low, blending in behind the broad leaves of bushes or the stumps of giant trees.Then I found them. The rogues were three males and two females. A small group, indeed, but they wore a savagery and ferocity that mirrored each other. They surrounded something burning, with dark smoke emanating from it. I calculated my distance from them—far enough to not be spotted but near enough to eavesdrop."Yes, but it could be that these rogues are not the ones who will attack White Moon. Shouldn't we at least keep an eye out first?" I whispered to Emily.It was cowardice talking, I admitted. Still, I had to play my cards right. My triplets were waiting at the cottage, and I couldn't go home
PEONY CRIMSON’S POV"Now, now, no need to stick out your lovely sharp talons." A tawny wolf strode forward. At about three feet tall, it was slightly taller than Emily. Its eyes flashed a cunning gaze as it scanned us thoroughly."Back off!" Emily snarled, baring her teeth. Muzzle dripped with blood and she didn't bother to spit it out. "I'm Vukas, she's Erica, and the others are my crew." The rogue introduced, turning a deaf ear to Emily's harsh response.A female stalked from behind him. Her dirty brown fur was toned with Vukas somehow, meaning they were mated. A pair of rogue leaders, what a love story."Why don't we talk like civilized wolves?" Vukas asked again."Civilized, heh," Emily scoffed, rolling her eyes without letting her guard down.Through Emily's eyes, I scanned the surroundings intensely. The eight wolves didn't budge, waiting for their leaders' orders. I narrowed my eyes. They all had a mark on their right forearm that seemed to be stamped using a branding iron.
PEONY CRIMSON'S POVI leaned against a rock, stretching my legs out and releasing a deep sigh. I faked interest in the green leaves gracefully swaying atop the branches. A foot away from my position, Xander glared at me with an intensity I struggled to ignore. It would have been easier to keep talking to Felion. Though, what he’d whispered caused a strange swirl in my blood."You owe me explanations, Peony."Which one? That I was amidst the corpses of rogues in neutral territory or why I got into a fight with them? Either way, I figured there was no point in explaining. My gaze shifted to my arm. Whether it was Felion's saliva or Emily's increased regeneration, the blood was no longer flowing. "I don't owe you anything," I mumbled. I looked at the corpses of ten rogues lying not far from me. One thing to be thankful for was that they were not Lycan-type rogues. Facing a brainless destructive bipedal monster was a nightmare. I choked up. What if the Lycans also attacked White Moon
PEONY CRIMSON’S POVI thought Xander was bluffing, but he continued on without hesitation after navigating through the White Moon's fortress. As the closest line to the neutral forest, obviously the gatehouse was half-destroyed. Most of the injured guards had moved to healers in nearby villages. The further we went in, the rogues that wandered around began to come into view. Three hideous wolves smelling like sewage ran closer. In an instant, Felion stood tall before me. Glossy black fur defied the bright sun. I also let Emily take over."Go hide, Em!" Felion growled, blocking Emily. "I'll take care of all these cockroaches."Emily exclaimed. The rogues had surrounded. "No! Stop yapping, I got your back!"There was no time for arguing. The rogues howled loudly for their group. Felion struck a wolf while sprinting at breakneck speed, severing its neck. Emily kicked the rogue before it could attack from Felion's back, knocking it to the ground. A few more rogues joined the fight, but
PEONY CRIMSON’S POVXavier in his sleep was a peacefulness I never realized I would treasure. His eyelids were closed, and his lashes were bright. His breath was rhythmic and gentle.We chatted for a while, and I told him to go for a nap because he had so much energy and stamina from throwing the rogues out of the pack all night. Even though his wounds healed entirely because of his amazing regeneration, his exhausted appearance and low energy weren't restored. In the silence and quiet of the private room, his heartbeat was clearly audible. Telling me that he was still alive, still able to open his eyes and smile warmly for me. I took his hand, placing it on my cheek without taking my eyes off his face. I looked out the window. The injured were crammed into the infirmary. Together, healers and nurses were providing care for them, focusing on the wounds that regeneration was unable to mend. I said a prayer to the Moon Goddess, hoping that they would all make it through and that Xavi
PEONY CRIMSON’S POVI heard glass breaking in the kitchen and looked up from my phone screen. When I got there, I witnessed Gloria cleaning up the orange juice that had spilled all over the kitchen island. I approached her, shaking my head at the shards of glass scattered across the floor. Gloria glanced at me, then bent down to pick up the shattered glass. "Let me help," I said, kneeling down. We picked up the glass until not a single shard remained in silence. "Thank you. I was clumsy," Gloria murmured.."It's just a glass," I countered as I eyed it, "It feels like ages since we last talked together, doesn't it?""Mmhhm."She didn't walk away, but pulled out a chair and sat there. I took her hand in mine. She looked back at me. "Look, I really appreciate you coming all the way here with me. You've been there in all my troubles and didn't hesitate to do anything to help me. It was wrong of me to micromanage you, Gloria. You deserve to grow and develop as a great witch because that