FELIXI sat numbly and stared at the diary. My mother turned out to be the former Lycan King's mate. She was pregnant with HIS child. Unfortunately, there weren't many entries after this one. I merely learned that Kane Dubois placed my mother in one of his many hideouts to keep her safe, but when she was still in the fragile months of her pregnancy, the wolves surrounded the lycan army. Knowing that the end was near, Kane told the wolf warriors that Beatrice—my mother—was his prisoner, and then he pretended to free her as an act of his goodwill. Certainly, he was aware that the "gesture" would not save his life nor make his death any less painful, but he achieved something far greater than that; he saved the lives of his mate and his child in her womb.That was how my mother got to spend the final moments of the war in the Crimson Mountain Pack, among those who killed her mate. Then she was forced to spend the rest of her life confirming the lie that Kane told the Crimson Mountain Pac
NOVAI woke up lying on the cold and dirty ground. The cuffs that blocked my magic were now joined by a thick chain with its middle ring submerged into the stone a foot above my head. My body healed itself from the pain but became too weak to even raise my head. Struggling, I shifted to the side and saw steel bars, which helped me confirm that I was in a prison cell. A bitter chuckle left my mouth. Should I be glad that Eric was kind enough to place me here instead of giving me to Einer's warriors? Or perhaps it was yet to come...A cold wind brushed my skin. I was still wearing that see-through nightgown. The thin fabric did nothing to protect me from the unpleasant touch of the ground or the icy humidity of the air in the dimly lit dungeon. The only fortunate thing was that I was alone, with not even one guard standing outside my cell. However, I had a feeling that was about to change soon…I wished I could say that I still had the strength to escape, but I was neither a wolf nor a
NOVAI didn't know how many hours had passed. My heart ached for every life lost in the battle, which I could only hear but not see. And I heard every sound clearly as the witches who were sitting around me turned silent, disturbed by my prediction. I couldn't explain what made me say those words to them, but as I looked at their faces, I knew that their end was near, and that little ounce of justice was the only thing that kept me sane and hopeful.Suddenly, the truck driver started the engine again, and I realized that the sounds of the fight had faded. That could only mean one thing: Eric and Einer had won. The realization hit me hard, squeezing my chest and drawing even more tears as my thoughts and anxieties focused on Felix. Was he there, leading the Crimson Mountain Pack's warriors? Was he captured? Did they… kill him…?That last possibility squeezed my throat. I told myself that I would stop loving him, but even if I could, I still would have been devastated upon learning that
NOVAThe barely recognizable, once-great Alpha rolled his beaten body toward the side of the cage, getting closer to me. He coughed out a chuckle as his eyes landed on my cage. Apparently, even in the shitty condition he was in, he still found his situation better than mine."I see that Eric turned you into his pet," he scoffed."I'm no one's pet," I grunted."You should never have appeared in this pack. It's all your fault," he hissed.My eyebrows rose. "I don't think that your son being a psychopath has anything to do with me."He shook his head. "If Felix had come alone, things would have been different.""I doubt that." I chuckled coldly. "He is simply too smart to become your puppet."Rainier shifted closer to the steel bars, locking his eyes on me. "And yet, he did exactly what I wanted. He got rid of you"—he looked me up and down—"although not effectively enough, as I see. And he would have crushed those lycans too, just like I wanted. But, I admit, I miscalculated a few things
FELIXIt took me a while before I explained everything about my family, the history of the war between wolves and lycans, and what was currently happening. I couldn't blame them for being confused, especially Holden and two other warriors from the Crimson Mountain Pack. They had lived their lives being fed lies. Now they were told the truth, which changed their foundations for knowing right from wrong. The rest who came from the Moon Blade Pack and could only hear about the wolf-lycan war from their parents and grandparents needed less time adjusting.The basic problems were settled, but the dark clouds were already above our heads. The storm was about to begin, and Asriel and I needed to figure out our next step. I left the Crimson Mountain Pack a few days ago. In normal circumstances, I would leave the pack in the hands of my Beta, but that position remained empty. I would also leave the pack well-guarded by trained warriors, but I didn't have that luxury either. Let's face it: Rain
NOVAThe smell of blood was ever-present. It was all over me, and I wasn't even allowed to wash it off. It sickened me, but nearly everyone seemed unbothered by it. A few minutes later, just like that, I was transported back to my cell. My whole body ached, and I started to develop claustrophobia from being locked in this freaking cage. The only good thing about being in this prison was that I was left alone and unguarded. That gave me the time I needed to slowly free myself from all the restraints.It took me a while, but I finally shifted to a sitting-kneeling position and straightened my back and neck a little. The amount of struggle it took was ridiculous, but I needed to find a more comfortable way to meditate and gather my magic. With the single crack on my cuffs, my senses could reach beyond the part of the corridor I saw. That way, my instincts would warn me of danger long before I'd see or hear it. I took a deep breath and looked at the metal, unwanted bracelets on my wrists.
NOVA Ten minutes later, my cage had been brought to the hall and put down at Eric's feet. He clearly loved looking down on me. Asshole. Lya, on the other hand, wasn't fond of the way Eric's eyes landed on me ninety percent of the time, even if she did everything she could to draw his attention to her. The room filled with witches and warriors. Maren strode through the hall, offering me a dark grin. She then stopped beside Eric and Einer. "Unfortunately, we don't have a talisman that would make filling the jades much easier. We will use the strongest witches as vessels. They will drink the essence and use their bodies to transform the core's magic and then place it in the stone," she explained, looking at the gathered witches. One of the witches stepped forward. "B-but the essence... wouldn't it be poisonous?" Maren chuckled. "That was why I said that only the strong witches could do this." The one who asked nodded and stepped back. Then Maren added with a cold smirk, "However, I ne
NOVAAt the cost of several more witches' lives, another stone was created. Eric consumed it just as he did with the one filled by Cassandra. Tears couldn't stop falling down my cheeks. There were tears of pain—the pain of those who died—and anger. Once the ashes covered more than half the floor in the audience hall, Eric finally ordered, "Let's end this for today. I'm bored."And just like that, the hall was emptied, and I was brought back to my cell. The real reason why the witch-killing had ended was anything but the fact that Eric got bored. Aside from Maren and me, he could no longer sense the true, powerful magic within the remaining witches. I also heard him tell Einer that they would have to hunt for witches outside of the Crimson Mountain Pack's territory. They were prepared to exterminate the entire witch race just to gain more power.Someone had to stop them, but even with my full magic restored, I was no all-mighty superhero. I needed an army to fight with me, and I knew o