Scarlett’s POVBut disappointment washed over me as a woodland creature scampered away, its presence a mere illusion of solace.The night wore on, and my sense of direction waned. The forest seemed to taunt me, its dark tendrils reaching out to ensnare me in its depths. My strength waned, and I sank to the ground, tears streaming down my dirt-streaked cheeks.The glimmer of light ahead seemed to mock me, teasingly distant and unattainable. My body ached with exhaustion, and every step felt like a battle against the unforgiving terrain. The pain in my abdomen intensified, sharp twinges that twisted my insides. Panic surged within me, and I clutched my belly protectively."Oh, no," I gasped, my voice quivering with fear. "Please, not now. Not when I'm so far from home."The tears that streamed down my cheeks mingled with the dirt on my face as I struggled to find the strength to continue.Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady myself, to push away the fear and anxiety that threatened t

Scarlett’s POVThe leader of the group, a tall and imposing figure, called out to his men, his voice carrying through the night. "Spread out! She couldn't have gone far. We must find her before Swiftclaw learns of our failure."My heart raced, and my mind raced even faster. We couldn't afford to be found. We had to keep moving, stay one step ahead of our hunters.My heart pounded in my chest as I listened to the man's words. The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. They weren't just after Elara—they were after me too. Swiftclaw's reach extended far and wide, and the danger we faced was more significant than I had ever imagined.With our breaths held, we watched as the group of men spread out in different directions, their figures disappearing into the darkness. The moon, shrouded by clouds, provided little light to guide their search. It was a race against time, and we had to stay one step ahead. My mind raced, devising a plan to evade them.Silently, we crawled away from o

Scarlett’s POVElara's gaze flickered with a mix of emotions—pain, fear, and a hint of resignation. She sighed heavily, the weight of her past settling upon her shoulders. "Scarlett, it's a long story. A story of choices and consequences, of alliances and betrayals."My heart sank at her words, a knot forming in my stomach. I could sense the weight of the truth about to unfold, and I braced myself for what I was about to hear."Years ago," Elara began, her voice tinged with sadness, "I made a pact with Swiftclaw, In exchange for his protection, I vowed complete loyalty to him.""I believed it was the only way to keep those I cared about safe," Elara continued, her voice filled with regret. "I thought I could navigate the treacherous web of Swiftclaw's world without any repercussions. But I was wrong."She paused, her gaze distant as she relived painful memories. "When you arrived in my territory, seeking refuge, I couldn't turn you away. I knew the risks, the danger it posed to both o

Marco’s POVAs I stepped into the throne room, the grandeur and opulence of the space overwhelmed me. The King, seated majestically upon his ornate throne, exuded an air of power and authority. His gaze met mine, and I detected a flicker of curiosity within his eyes. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, and I silently reminded myself to remain composed.Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I approached the King, my heart pounding with a mixture of reverence and urgency. "Your Majesty," I began, my voice filled with a blend of respect and determination. "I come before you today with a matter of utmost importance that requires your immediate attention."The King inclined his head slightly, indicating for me to proceed. "Speak, Marco," he commanded, his voice carrying the weight of his position.Feeling the weight of the task ahead, I gathered my thoughts and began, "Swiftclaw's reign threatens not only my family but the entire kingdom. I bring news of a prophecy, Your Majest

Marco’s POVRelief washed over me as the old woman acknowledged my successful journey. Her warm smile reassured me that I had finally reached the right place. The weight of the Pack's fate still rested heavily on my shoulders, but I took solace in knowing that I was one step closer to obtaining the crucial information we needed."Thank God you got the way correct," the old woman said, her voice filled with gratitude. "So, back to why we are here. I was to show you a few things, right?" I nodded eagerly, my curiosity piqued by her mention of important knowledge. This meeting held the potential to change the course of our struggle against Swiftclaw.The old woman motioned for me to follow her instructions. "Okay, please go to the back of my hut and get me the clay pot that lies there," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. I complied, making my way to the rear of the cottage, my gaze shifting between the surroundings and the path I had just traversed.As I stepped outside, the air felt c