Novels by Beth

TRIAL BY FIREThe rebel camp was a brutal environment, administered by quality and the immovable intuitive to outlive. There was no honor, no camaraderie—only the tireless interest of dominance. Those who may not keep up were left to perish, overlooked just like the remainders of a fizzled chase.Lila caught on this the minute she ventured back into its heart.The camp was a chaotic sprawl of improvised tents and rough covers, surrounded by towering trees that appeared to cage them within. The discuss was thick with the fragrance of moist soil and burning wood, but underneath it prowled the metallic tang of blood—fresh, strong, and ever-present.Handfuls of eyes followed her each development, a few filled with open interest, others with daintily hidden threatening vibe. She was an untouchable, untested, and in a put where shortcoming likened to a passing sentence, she had everything to demonstrate.She had scarcely set foot interior the camp some time recently Kane catching her, his e

The HuntThe morning was merciless.Lila had barely closed her eyes before the sharp rustling of footsteps outside her tent pulled her from the edge of restless sleep. The cool dawn air seeped through the worn fabric, carrying the damp scent of earth and smoke. She barely had a moment to orient herself before the tent flap was yanked open with force.A rogue stood at the entrance, his silhouette blocking out the dim morning light. He tossed a piece of stale bread onto the ground at her feet, his expression unreadable.“Get up. Kane’s waiting.”She didn’t need to be told twice.Lila forced down the exhaustion weighing on her limbs and rose swiftly, her instincts pushing aside the remnants of sleep. She reached for the small blade she kept within arm’s reach, its familiar weight a cold reassurance. Trust was a luxury she could not afford here.Outside, the camp was already stirring.Fires crackled, sending spirals of smoke into the gray sky, and rogues moved with a restless energy. Som

The Price of SurvivalThe scent of blood clung to the air, thick and metallic, refusing to dissipate.Lila stood frozen, her pulse roaring in her ears as she stared at the lifeless body sprawled before her. The man's eyes were still open, void of light, his mouth slightly parted as if caught mid-breath. A deep gash marred his throat, crimson soaking the ground beneath him, pooling into the dirt like ink spilled on parchment.Kane had issued the command—kill or be seen as weak.Though she had not wielded the blade herself, she had been part of the execution, her silence an unspoken consent. The weight of it settled in her chest, pressing against her ribs like an iron cage, heavy and suffocating.Around her, the gathered rogues began to disperse, some murmuring in low voices, others smirking with grim satisfaction. Bloodshed was nothing new to them. This was just another night in their world.Jessa shot her a pointed glare before turning on her heel and walking away. The animosity in he

Marked by BloodThe battle had earned her a bit of respect—just sufficient to keep her within the camp. But survival here wasn't almost about demonstrating her quality. It was around understanding the rules. Around knowing her put.That got to be clear the another morning when Kane doled out her a modern assignment:weapons stock.Jessa, of course, was driving the gather.Lila taken after the little unexpected as they moved toward a capacity tent close the edge of the camp. The morning discuss was fresh, but the fragrance of oiled metal and ancient black powder thickened the discuss as they ventured interior. Cases of weapons were stacked flawlessly, a few open to uncover blades, guns, and boxes of ammo. A few were rusted with age, their edges dulled by time and utilize, whereas others shined beneath the dim light, fastidiously kept up.Jessa culled a clipboard from a adjacent case and pushed it into Lila's hands. “Count. Make beyond any doubt nothing's missing.”Lila acknowledged it

The First TestLila's muscles burned with fatigue, but she denied to let it appear. The primary morning had been brutal—an unwavering test of perseverance planned to break her. However, she endured. Since survival within the Bloodfang camp wasn't almost about submission; it was around demonstrating she had a place.The preparing had been relentless—running, fighting, lifting weights that made her arms tremble. By the conclusion of it, her whole body hurt, her breath came in worn out pants, and sweat doused her worn out dress. However, she gritted her teeth and kept going, decided not to donate them the fulfillment of seeing her battle.As the sun plunged underneath the skyline, the camp settled into a unfaltering cadence of action. Smoke from scattered fires thickened the discuss, blending with the smell of charred meat and sweat. The mumble of moo discussions mixed with the sharp clatter of edges being honed, a steady update that savagery prowled underneath the surface of everything

Sink or SwimDay break arrived as well before long.A sharp kick to her ribs yanked Lila from the delicate grasp of rest.“Up. Now.”Her eyes snapped open. Jessa.Lila gritted her teeth, gnawing back a recoil as torment flared through her sore muscles. The cold, difficult ground underneath her had done small to ease the solidness settling into her body overnight. Rest had been fleeting—if she had indeed overseen any at all. But there was no time to stay on distress. Not here.Jessa stood over her, arms crossed, her sharp look flashing with swoon entertainment.“Kane needs you working,” she said straight. “Think you'll be able oversee that, princess?”Lila pushed herself upright, steadying her breathing. “I can handle it.”Jessa's smile extended, moderate and knowing. “We'll see.”With that, she turned and walked absent, anticipating Lila to take after without address.The morning discuss was moist with the waiting fragrance of rain, blending with smoke and the swoon stench of gasoline