**~ Hazel’s POV ~**
My heart pounded violently in my chest as I calculated my next move. One wrong step—and it was over.
She stood in front of , gripping the rope tight, a smug grin playing on her lips. I had already morized the angle. I knew exactly where the wolfsbane would drop if she pulled it. All I needed was a little distraction.
So I steadied my breath and decided to play her ga.
"Cyrius can’t love you," I said calmly. "You’re wasting your ti, dear."
She scoffed, unbothered. "Oh, I don’t need him to love ... to make him mine." Her smirk made my skin crawl.
"Yours?" I laughed coldly. "You seem to be forgetting you’re talking to his true mate."
"Nonsense!" she spat. "That man will forget you soon enough. He even told to get rid of you."
"Shut up!" I yelled, fury burning through .
"Oh? Surprised?" she taunted, voice dripping with venom. "Your darling Cyrius doesn’t care about you anymore."
"He would rather die than be stuck with you!" I roared.
She laughed—loud, wild, cruel. But in that mont, I saw it. She was off-guard.
I lunged.
She pulled the rope—but I was ready. The wolfsbane rained down from every direction, just as I predicted. I twisted, dodging the deadly spray, then tackled her to the ground.
I grabbed her hair, yanking her head up.
"If you weren’t a woman, I swear I’d put you to permanent sleep in the most grueso way imaginable."
She scread and punched across the face, sending stumbling back. Then—she shifted.
And slamd into , launching out the window.
I fell.
But my hands gripped the ledge just in ti. My fingers burned, muscles strained, but I held on.
Thinking I had fallen, she turned away.
That was her mistake.
I pulled myself back in, silent and swift, then grabbed her by the back of the head.
"Good luck having Cyrius... in hell."
And I snapped her neck and she dropped—lifeless.
I stood there, heart thudding as I stared at her body. I never wanted to kill her... But so people just don’t leave you a choice.
I was about to turn when Caspian suddenly barged in.
"Hazel, we need to leave. We’re in trouble."
"What?" I stood stunned.
He grabbed my hand. "I said, we need to leave!"
"Caspian, what is happening?!"
"We’re surrounded, Hazel. We are damn surrounded. Look outside the window."
I rushed to the window and gently pulled back the curtains—to see an entire pack of wolves gathered outside the High House. Alpha Alexander sat majestically at the center while hundreds of wolves surrounded the estate like a fortress.
I took a deep breath as my stomach churned and turned back to Caspian.
"How are we going to handle all of this?"
"We" is not happening. It’s ." He pointed to himself. "You’re running. I’ll handle them."
"What?! That’s an entire pack out there and you’re saying you’ll handle them?!"
"I can’t risk you. I can’t risk your life. You need to run."
"Do you really think you’re a super wolf who can take down a whole pack? They probably already have their battle structure in place."
"Well, you’re my mate and I’d rather die than watch any wolf lay their hands on you. It is my utter responsibility to protect you. I took that vow as your husband."
His face was full of rage. He was barely holding it in. I snapped.
"Well, I’m also a wolf. And I rember we both took that vow to stand by each other. For better or worse. I would rather die than leave my husband to fend for himself while I, a natural-born Crescent, i don’t run from danger but danger runs from !"
He smirked. "You’ve changed a lot, haven’t you? You’re not that naive, clueless Hazel I first t."
"Well, that’s what happens when you find out you’re a Crescent, have a mother who looks exactly like you, get involved with witches, werewolves, vampires, and various life-threatening situations... even super babies."
He laughed. "Yeah... I guess that’s what it does to you."
We both sat down.
"So what now?" I asked. "You’re not running, I’m not running... and we definitely can’t fight all of them."
He nodded. "Maybe we just need a trick."
"Don’t forget the fifty wolves that are out there waiting for us."
"Yeah," he said. "They’re waiting for my signal to strike."
"You better not give them any signal," I said. "That’s a death sentence."
We both laughed. There’s no way fifty wolves could take on a whole pack.
He sighed. "If only Aurora were here... she could’ve done so spell to get us out of here."
"Yeah... too bad she’s not."
Then I paused. "Wait.... I’m Aurora!."
"What?"
"I an, I’m a witch. I’m a Crescent. Half-werewolf, half-witch. I’ve perford spells. I’ve overpowered Aurora herself. I just need to rember the spell she uses anyti she teleports..."
We both turned to each other.
"Versa," we said in unison—and laughed. "She did always say that," I nodded.
I stood up and stretched my hand toward him. He took it. I turned.
"What about the fifty wolves?"
He pulled out a small button from his pocket, opened the window slightly, and tossed it out.
Instantly...it beca a firework.
The wolves outside who were waiting for us to co out startled, panicked and began charging toward the High House.
"That’s our cue," I whispered.
"Versa," I said clearly, stumbling a little but it still worked. Energy rippled through the air.
It began from our legs. Slowly, our bodies started fading.
"You better not stop now," he said, gripping my hand.
Of course . If I stop, half our bodies will stay behind. And just like that... we were gone.
We landed abruptly right in front of a cliff. As we touched down, I almost lost my balance, but Caspian grabbed my arm, and we both stumbled and fell!
"ARGH! Damn it!" he yelled as we were in mid-air. I held onto him tighter, my hair blowing wildly in the wind, obscuring my vision.
"Versa!" I called out again, and we finally landed right in the middle of the sea.
"Really, Hazel?"
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