Novels by Dammy Anad

Draven's POVI had faced war, witnessed death claim men I had fought alongside, and held the lives of friends as they slipped away, their blood staining my hands on the battlefield.But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for the sight of that boy, my boy, crumpled in Nyra's arms, lifeless, as if the world had drained all color from him.In that moment, I felt a fracture deep within my chest, a sensation no Alpha is meant to experience.Now, I leaned against the cold wall of the clinic hallway, my back pressed firmly against it.My fingers trembled against my thigh, a weakness I hadn’t felt since childhood.The mingled scents of antiseptic and herbs from the clinic clashed with the metallic tang of fear that clung to my clothes.I had never known fear like this, not when I claimed the title of Alpha in a challenge that left me scarred for life, not when enemies encroached on our borders, outnumbering us three to one, and not even when I thought I had lost Nyra years ag

Nyra’s POVThe ride back to the estate was smooth. I barely registered the waving trees we drove past, with the voices calling out orders.All I could see was Auren limp, quiet, his head was resting on my chest as if all the fight had drained from his little body.Draven had offered to carry him, but I refused. I needed to feel his heartbeat. I needed to know he was still warm, still mine and still breathing.“Stay with me,” I whispered the whole way, my hand resting on the back of his head. “Please, baby, just stay with me.”When we burst through the pack house doors, the world exploded in different movement.“Clear the hall!” Draven shouted, his Alpha voice sounding like thunder. Get the dispensary ready. Now!”He did not have to say it twice. Warriors scattered. The Omega staff rushed ahead, opening doors and guiding us through winding corridors to the medical wing.The atmosphere was thick with urgency, a sound of fear just below the surface.The pack doctor, Mira, was already wai

Nyra's POVI pushed through the last tangle of brush, my lungs burning, and my heart was pounding like war drums. The forest seemed to close in around me as I ran, desperate and afraid. And then, I saw him. Auren.Curled near the base of an old covered tree, his small form was not really visible through the shadows. He had pushed himself between the tree roots, trying to hide. He wrapped his arms tightly around his knee, his head was bent, and he was shaking so violently I thought he might shatter. My feet moved before my mind could catch up. "Auren!" I called out, my voice cracking. He did not look up, like he couldn't hear me at all.I bent down to my knee beside him. My voice was shaking as I reached out. "Baby, it is me. It is Mama." I was scared to touch him, like he might break apart if I did.He raised his head up, slowly like it hurt to move. The look in his eyes broke me.Terror. Pure, filled with fear. His eyes, which were usually bright and full of questions, were wide and

Nyra’s POVThe night was full of silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the sharp and waiting kind, the kind that presses against your skin and encircles tight in your lungs. Every branch that cracks below our boots sounds like a warning. Every blow of wind feels like it is trying to carry a message we can not quite decode.We move like shadows through the western pass, the trees waving around us like a guard. The storm is holding off for now, the clouds rolling low and angry above our heads, but I can smell the rain in the air. It is coming, and when it does, it will either cover our route or make everything worse.Draven runs just ahead of me, with his body tense and his senses sharp. Behind us, our strike team of six follows in silence, wolves and warriors I barely know, but move with the efficiency of soldiers used to being more than they were in numbers. I am grateful for the quiet. Every moment wasted on chatter is one we do not have to spare.I kept scanning the ground, sniffing t

Nyra's POVThe floor seems to slant below me, the world shifting on its axis. For a moment, I couldn't breathe, could not think, could not even feel anything beyond the distant space expanding in my chest.I did not remember moving, but suddenly I was shoving past Gareth, my feet carrying me toward the grand staircase with desperate speed. My heartbeat sounds in my ears, drowning out everything but the insane prolongation pulsing through my veins. Not again. Not again. Not again.I take the stairs two at a time, my hand barely touching the flashy handrail. I heard Draven's heavy footsteps behind me, feeling the rush of his Alpha power crackling through the fresh air before a storm, anger and fear joined together into something frightening.The corridor stretches endlessly before me, each step seeming to extend the distance rather than close it. When I finally reached the guest chamber where Auren was taken, I opened the door with enough force to crack the wood against the stoned wall

Nyra’s POVThe Alpha estate appeared around me like a large room, every covered surface and polished stone, a record of power and legacy. I stood stiffly in the grand hall, my arms crossed over my chest tightly, my spine was as straight as a tempered steel. The massive house crackles and spits, throwing still shadows over an ancient complex depicting wolf hunts and mass victories, but the warmth does not penetrate the ice precisely in my veins.Across from me, Draven stepped like a caged predator. His heavy boots hit the stone floor in a rhythm that matched my heartbeat. The firelight catches in his dark hair, highlighting the silver strands at his temples that were not there seven years ago. His jaw works below his skin. The muscles there are filled with tension.The past hour has unfolded in chaos, warriors rushing to fortify the borders, elders gathering quietly, urgent circles, pack members preparing for potential discharge. Auren was moving upstairs under Gareth's watchful eye, a