The smoke still lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of our loss. My body ached with every movement, but I couldn’t afford to rest. Silverwood was on the brink of collapse, and if I didn’t act fast, everything we had fought for would be lost.I gathered what remained of the leadership in the war room, the weight of our situation pressing down on me like a heavy shroud. The room was silent, save for the occasional cough from someone trying to clear their lungs of the acrid smoke that still hung in the air.“Enough is enough,” I began, my voice hoarse but determined. “We can’t keep playing by the rules while they tear us apart. If we’re going to survive, we need to be ruthless. No more holding back.”Maxim stood at my side, his expression unreadable, though I knew he was barely holding it together. We had been through hell, and the toll was evident in the lines etched on his face, the way his shoulders sagged under the weight of what was left unsaid. “Ruthless?” Cassian’s voice
Negotiating with Alaric was like dancing on the edge of a blade. Every step was dangerous, every word could cut deep. As dawn broke, I found myself standing in the war room once again, staring across the table at a man I didn’t trust but desperately needed. “I’m only going to say this once,” I began, my voice hard and unyielding. “I’m not giving you free access to Silverwood’s archives. If you want my help, we do this my way.” Alaric leaned back in his chair, his expression as unreadable as ever. “Your way?” He chuckled, a sound that grated on my nerves. “And what exactly does that entail, Luna?” “Don’t mock me,” I snapped. “You’re the one who came to me for a deal. If you want what you’re asking for, you’ll follow my conditions.” His eyes narrowed, the smile fading from his lips. “You think you have the upper hand here, Sera? You’re out of resources, out of options. If I walk out that door, you’re left with nothing.” I leaned forward, meeting his gaze with a steely determ
The air in the war room was thick with tension as the leaders of the Crescent Alliance sat across from me and my inner circle. The room was dimly lit, shadows playing on the faces of everyone present, and every whispered conversation seemed to echo ominously off the stone walls.The leader of the Crescent Alliance, Orion, stared at me with a cool, calculating expression. His eyes were dark and piercing, the kind of eyes that seemed to see right through you. It was unnerving, but I kept my gaze steady, refusing to show any sign of weakness.“This alliance is a delicate matter,” Orion began, his voice low and measured. “We need to ensure that both parties are clear on what is expected. You have agreed to swear loyalty to the Crescent Alliance, but we require more than just words, Luna Seraphina. We need assurances.”“Assurances?” I repeated, my voice steady despite the anxiety gnawing at my insides. “What kind of assurances are you looking for?”Orion leaned back in his chair, his ey
Alaric’s men closed in, their weapons drawn, eyes cold and unyielding. I could feel the weight of their glares on my back, pressing me into the ground. My mind was racing, trying to piece together what had just happened. Alaric had set us up, played us like a fool. And now, we were caught in the middle of his trap.“Alaric,” I said, keeping my voice steady despite the chaos raging inside me, “what are you doing? This isn’t the time for games.”He tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a smirk. “Games? Oh, Luna, this is far from a game. This is about survival. You think you can lead us to victory against our enemies with half measures and empty promises? No, Sera, it’s time to take a stand. To do what must be done.”“What are you talking about?” I demanded, my voice rising. “Betraying our allies? Attacking our own men? How is this helping us?”He shook his head, his expression one of mock pity. “You’re too naive, Sera. Too soft. You still believe in honor and loyalty, but th
The forest was thick with tension, a suffocating blanket of uncertainty pressing down on every breath I took. Alaric’s men tightened their grips around my arms, pulling me roughly back towards camp. My mind raced, replaying the last few minutes in a frantic loop. Jax’s lifeless eyes haunted me, a constant reminder of what Alaric was capable of. But before we could get far, a sharp shout cut through the night, drawing everyone’s attention. “We’ve got a hostage!” one of Alaric’s men yelled, his voice echoing through the trees. The guards flanking me paused, their eyes narrowing as they scanned the shadows. A figure was dragged into the clearing, struggling against the iron grip of two of Alaric’s enforcers. My heart stopped as I recognized the hooded figure, their cloak torn and muddied. It was Marlow, one of Silverwood’s key leaders, and someone who had always stood by my side through every trial and tribulation. “What is this?” I demanded, wrenching myself free from the guards
The figure stepped into the clearing, his face still obscured by the shadows of the trees. My senses were on high alert, every muscle in my body tensed, ready to spring into action if necessary. Beside me, Marlow shifted uneasily, his eyes never leaving the stranger.“Who are you?” I demanded, my voice steady despite the fear coursing through my veins. “What do you want?”The figure chuckled softly, a low, menacing sound that sent a chill down my spine. “Who I am doesn’t matter, Luna,” he said, taking a step closer. “What matters is what I represent.”“And what’s that?” Marlow asked, his voice hard and edged with suspicion.The man stepped forward, the dim moonlight finally illuminating his face. He was older, with a stern expression and sharp, calculating eyes. There was something eerily familiar about him, but I couldn’t quite place it.“I represent the interests of those who have grown tired of the current order,” he said, his gaze fixed on me. “We are the ones who have been wat
The figure stepped out of the shadows, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Lila, my childhood friend who had disappeared years ago. Her eyes were cold and unforgiving, a far cry from the bright, laughing girl I remembered. She was a ghost from my past, now standing in front of me with an expression that was both familiar and utterly alien.“Lila?” I whispered, disbelief and shock mingling in my voice. “Is it really you?”Lila’s lips curled into a thin, mocking smile. “Yes, Sera, it’s me. Surprised?”“Surprised doesn’t even begin to cover it,” I replied, my mind racing to comprehend the situation. “What are you doing here? Why… Why are you with them?”Her smile vanished, replaced by a stony glare. “I’m here because of you. Because of what your family did to mine. And now, I’m here to make things right.”“Make things right?” I repeated, confused. “Lila, I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”Marlow stepped forward, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his blade.
The moment the messenger’s words left his lips, a chill ran down my spine. Midnight. That gave us less than twelve hours to make a decision that could determine the fate of Silverwood. The enemy’s plans were advancing faster than we had anticipated, and we were running out of time.“What’s the new ultimatum?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. The messenger flinched, but he quickly regained his composure.“They want you to surrender by midnight,” he said, catching his breath. “If you don’t… they’ve threatened to destroy Silverwood completely. They’ve positioned explosives around the perimeter, and they’re ready to detonate them if their demands aren’t met.”My heart pounded in my chest. “Explosives?” I echoed, my mind racing. “How did they manage to plant explosives without us noticing?”Marlow stepped forward, his expression grim. “We’ve been too focused on the internal threats. We underestimated how far they were willing to go. This changes everything.”“We need to find