Chapter 16 - Sophie
The pressure hits my chest before I even see it.
It’s subtle at first, like the moment just before a panic attack crests, when my lungs forget how to work properly and my spine prickles with a heat that doesn’t belong to fear. The air along the riverbank thickens, turning heavy and metallic, and something deep inside me answers it instinctively.
It's recognition, not surprise. My pulse quickens, heat crawling up my spine, curling at the base of my skull as if whatever lives inside me has been waiting for this call.
There's no denying it, even if I tried. If I thought I could control it, I was wrong. This power responds to danger, awakens in its presence, and there's no running from it.
Damian stiffens beside me, and where there was understanding before, there's the reverence of the alpha.
“Get back,” he orders sharply, already stepping forward, water magic surging beneath his skin as the river responds to him in restless waves. His voice cuts through the night, alpha-command clear and absolute. “Now.”
I don’t move.
Instead, I plant my feet into the damp earth, feeling the ground steady me, anchor me, and for the first time since all of this began, I don’t feel like I’m being dragged or consumed by my power.
I feel like I’m standing inside it. Fire flickers beneath my skin, not burning, not wild, but contained, coiled, poised, and waiting for command.
My hands tremble, but it isn’t fear driving them. It’s anticipation.
“I’m not leaving,” I say, my voice quieter than his, but unyielding. “Not this time.”
The demon emerges from the shadows at the water’s edge, its form twisted in ways my mind refuses to fully process; too many limbs, skin stretched thin over something that doesn’t belong in this world, eyes glowing with a sick, molten light.
The stench of grease and decay floods my senses, and the heat inside me surges in response, sharp and focused, like a blade being drawn from its sheath.
The demon lunges, and Damian moves first, water exploding upward in a violent arc as he slams it into the demon’s path, the force of it staggering the creature back with a shriek that curdles my blood.
Steam erupts instantly where my fire reacts on instinct, a hiss tearing through the night as heat meets water in a violent collision.
The sound is deafening, the air vibrating around us, but instead of chaos, something aligns.
I lift my hands, but they're not raised to shield myself. My palms face the demon, aiming at it.
I breathe in deeply, steadying the burn inside my chest, and when I release it, the fire doesn’t explode outward; it flows.
A controlled burst of heat pours from my palms, white-hot at its core, wrapping around Damian’s water as if the elements are speaking a language older than either of us.
The steam thickens, blinding, scalding, and the demon screams as the combined force tears through it, stripping away the corrupted being faster than my eyes can follow.
It doesn’t disintegrate the way the others did. It unravels, collapsing inward on itself, its form folding, cracking, burning away until there’s nothing left but scorched earth and a crater that still glows faintly beneath the steam. No residue. No shadow. Nothing left to linger.
Silence crashes down around us.
I’m still standing when it happens, breath even, hands warm but not burning, the fire inside me settling instead of raging while my eyes are wide. Damian turns to look at me, shock flashing across his face before he schools it into something careful, admiring, and that’s when I feel it.
Another presence.
“There's more….”
My head snaps up just in time to see the second demon retreating into the trees, its movement frantic, afraid. It doesn’t attack. It doesn’t test us. It flees, vanishing into the dark as if it’s learned something it never wanted to know.
That I'm not prey, and fire and water are a deadly combination.
The wolves arrive moments later, skidding to a halt along the riverbank, eyes wide as they take in the destruction—the scorched ground, the lingering steam, the unnatural stillness. They look at Damian first, as they always do.
Then they look at me.
There’s no reverence in their beady wolf eyes.
Only shock.
Something cold settles in my chest as I realize the truth sinking in alongside it. This isn’t just about survival anymore. This isn’t about defending the valley or fighting demons in the dark.
I’m becoming something that changes the balance of things, and perhaps, reshaping history in a way that could have…maybe, just maybe…saved the fire pack from the south many decades ago, if they'd worked with the other wolf packs.
And everyone around us can feel it.
Damian grabs my hand, water sizzling from the heat lingering on my palms, and he leads me toward the cabin, away from the prying eyes, to the sanctity of the wooden walls where I can catch my breath.
As soon as we're inside, Damian pulls me to the living room, helps me onto the couch, then disappears into the kitchen. He returns with a glass of water, and I catch the slight tremble in his fingers as he passes it to me.
He's as spooked as I am, and when our eyes meet, there's a question hanging between us.
What was that?
“I need to go back out there,” Damian says with a gulp, and I nod timidly, tearing my eyes from him and looking down at the water.
He's gone without another word, leaving me to reel from whatever just happened, staring at the water and watching the ripples, imagining them catching fire.
In an attempt to calm myself, I take a sip, but it does nothing to slow down my racing heartbeat, and doesn't extinguish the fire still thrumming beneath my skin. Somehow, Damian and I merged our powers, perhaps changing everything we thought we knew.
A listless laugh falls from my lips.
As if I knew anything at all!
I lift one hand, opening my palm to stare at the source of power that just destroyed an evil creature, my fingers trembling with something bordering on fear and uncertainty.
This is an identity crisis. I could have lived with being the fated mate of a werewolf; I could have lived with being his wife. But learning that I’m a descendant of an ancient werewolf pack and a witch coven linked to the pack is something entirely different.
Setting the glass down, I look down at both my hands now, which suddenly feel foreign to me, tears clouding my vision.
Two weeks ago, I was just a nurse at the Hamilton Health-Daly Hospital, treating patients with diabetes and high blood pressure, and providing aftercare for those recovering from serious injuries.
Who would have thought that things could change so drastically? So quickly?
But there's something ancient buried inside me that doesn't want to be ignored anymore, and I can't do this to myself.
I can't betray who I am because my ego is clinging to something that no longer exists.
That version of me who used to work at the hospital as a nurse doesn't exist. She can't. Not when she's been exposed to another world, a different world in which she appears to be the answer so many have been searching for.
I feel it now when I pick myself up off the couch and drift toward the window, seeing Damian address his wolves, his people, at the riverbank. He stands tall and proud, handing out instructions to some men while speaking calmly to the others to give them reassurance.
Something inside me shifts, and for the first time, I see him not as the man who broke my heart, but as a revered leader, a majestic being who can shape-shift and wield water magic.
The memory of that night he'd saved me from the demon comes back, not to haunt me, but to remind me that Damian isn't the enemy I made him out to be.
We have a common enemy—the demons—and that's what needs to be dealt with right now.
I watch as Damian returns to the cabin once the wolves have dispersed, and I turn to the door just as he walks in.
“I am ready,” I say, determination sparking inside me even before he meets my eyes, confusion knitting his brows.
“What do you mean?” he asks, carefully closing the door and standing beside it, as if he's too hesitant to come all the way inside.
“Training,” I reply, taking a deep breath. “You can inform the council that I am ready to train.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, it feels like a weight lifts from my shoulders, as if the chains that had been keeping me bound drop, and I'm suddenly free.
The words are spoken as if they belong to this moment, rooted in the danger the valley faces, belonging to the pack of wolves as if destiny itself is commanding my voice.
Something about my decision feels right, and I know that this is what is needed from me. Damian must know it, too, because his eyes soften, his blue orbs glowing with recognition, and something softer, like praise.
“You're sure?” he asks, and I nod once for confirmation.
“Yes, I'm sure.”
Damian nods thoughtfully, throwing a glance at the door before returning his eyes to mine.
“Would you like to join me in a meeting with the council?” he asks, reaching out a hand toward me.
The invitation feels like a welcome into Damian's inner circle, and it feels like it's the right thing to do. Again, I find no resistance, only warmth, like the warmth of his fingers when I place my hand in his, agreeing to the meeting.
Somehow, this summer just took a turn, and it's not for the worse, after all.
Excitement thrums in my chest, filling me with a sense of purpose unlike anything I'd ever felt, allowing me to step into my role as the Luna of the Red Moon Pack, walking beside the Alpha, and embracing what fate has decreed for me.