~Ezinne~ "I am coming with you," I declared, slipping into khaki trousers and a tank top, readying myself for the battle ahead. Malik's response came not as words, but a growl, low and warning. "No, you're not. I won't risk it." I stared at him in bewilderment, as sounds of chaos surrounded us.
~Third Person POV~ Ange stepped out of her car into the chilly pre-dawn air, her face etched with confusion. The night's storm had jerked her awake; however, it was the sight of Malik's palace, ablaze in the distance, that truly gripped her heart with fear. Nestled on a lofty hill, her father's ca
Abee nodded solemnly. "She’s here to avenge her father’s death. Malik killed her father." Ange was stunned into silence, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and shock. She stared at her father, struggling to digest his words. When she finally found her voice, she said, "You are confusing me right
~Ezinne~ Consciousness returned to me slowly, like mist clearing on a chilly morning. The sound of muffled, hurried footsteps echoed around me just before my eyes snapped open, as memories crashed over me like a cold bucket of water. I bolted upright in the bed where I had been lying, and my gaze
"Yes, Your Highness," she replied, her hands already working to stop the bleeding from a fresh wound. I turned my attention to the young Lycan, my hands steady as I gently probed the tender area around his injury. "We need to reduce the swelling," I murmured, turning to Rhea. "Get me some ice packs
~Ezinne~ Two days had passed since the war that had almost brought Stormridge to its knees. The war had claimed many lives and drastically reduced the numbers of Malik's pack. Originally, our pack boasted one thousand five hundred members, not counting the five hundred warriors. Now, the count was
"Rhea, you're supposed to be resting," I reminded her gently. She gave a warm smile in return. "I know, but since I'm leaving soon. I want to make sure everything is in order before I go." My eyes widened in shock, the weight of her words sinking deep. "You're leaving?" "Yes, I've already spoken
~Third Person POV~ Ange paced frantically in her room. Her father had commanded her to remain confined to her quarters until he resolved some undisclosed matter. He had even posted guards outside, sealing her door. She had seen and heard things that really didn't sit well with her, mostly because