Serena's POVWe both stared at Sylvia standing over Gilly's almost lifeless body. How did she do so much damage in a matter of minutes? I knew Sylvia was strong, but I never learned to what extent."Answer me, Sylvia!" Zone yelled at the top of his voice.Sylvia looked surprised. "Me? Ask this witch of a mate what she did to me?"Sylvia must be utterly insane if she believes, even for a second, that she is the victim. Both Gilly and I were going to pass her to avoid trouble, but she was the one who ran mad all of a sudden."Sylvia, I can tolerate everything you have done in this palace, but hurting my mate is the one thing I will not take lightly." He said in anger.He was heartbroken and saddened by the sight of Gilly. He only made amends with her, and Sylvia decided to do this horrible and cruel act."What is your problem? Why do you enjoy tormenting people?" I asked with all the venom in me."For your information, it was your fault this happened." She snapped.I looked at her with
Serena's POVI was lying on the floor in so much pain, but I tried my best not to look pitiful, but that wasn't the case. I looked pathetic at best, and this was not the entrance I would make to see Arden.I could still sense Zone and Arden hovering over me, probably wondering how to get me up without causing excruciating pain."Move." I heard.I lifted my head, and I was Gilly. How was she able to get out of bed so quickly?She came to my side, and she applied something to my wound. At first, it was hurting, but later, it became soothing.When she was done, she turned back and walked away despite the number of times Zone called for her. It was no doubt one of the things she learnt from the witches.I sat down first before slowly rising to my feet. The wound still hurt, but it wasn't as bad as before."Are you alright?" Arden asked."Better now," I replied. I looked down at the wound, and it was still there.I guess what she applied was for that pain and not for the wound to heal comp
Serena's POVI went to meet Gilly, and I found out she had made a complete recovery very quickly. I was very happy about that, yes, but I was confused as to how that was possible.She gave me something to drink, and my wound started to heal until there was no sign of the wound."How did you…""I'm not an experienced witch doctor for nothing." She said with a wink. "I heard Sylvia was kicked out of the palace."I nodded in response. I'm still trying to process the fact that Arden asked Sylvia to leave the palace. It's what I wanted him to do, but now that he has done it, I don't know what to feel about it."And?" She asked."And what?""How do you feel about it?"I sighed and rubbed my palms together. "I don't know. It's so weird that Arden called off the wedding, and Sylvia is out of the palace." I said.Gilly cocked her head in confusion."Don't get me wrong. I like that she's out of here, but what now? Is he going to make me his bride, or is he going to find another person? Everythi
Arden's POV.While Zone and I drank, I watched Serena trail away to find Gilly. I couldn't bear to see her like that because it hurt me to my core. I had told Zone's my plans now that Sylvia was which sounded stupid even to me."You know this won't be easy for you." Zone said.I scoffed. "When has it been easy?" I asked rhetorically.After sitting with him for a while, a servant came to me and said the council would like to meet with me. Which was odd because it's nighttime, and there was no message beforehand notifying me about a meeting.I finished my drink, and just as I was about to leave, Zone looked completely pale. His fingers gripped his phone so tightly that it became discolored, and if he held on for too long, he might break his phone."What is it?" I asked.He gave me his phone and I read the news. "Damn!" I roared.I dropped his phone and looked him in the eyes. "Do not let Serena know where I am. I know this is why they want to see me. I can't make things worse for her an
Serena's POVAfter Arden texted to not do damage control, I became increasingly worried about him and his whereabouts. I hated the fact that Zone didn't want to tell me too.After a while we all finally decided to go to our various rooms. I went to mine but I was completely restless. I walked around my room a couple of times. I even tried to read but I couldn't.I lay in bed for a few minutes before getting up. It was pretty late and Arden might still not be back from where he was yet. I needed to know if there was anything in his room to put my mind at ease regarding where he was.I snuck out of my room and I tried to avoid being seen by guards or servants. It's late but people in this palace are seemingly always lurking to find new gossip.I made it to Arden's door and I was going to open it but I decided to knock first just in case he was inside.Just as I was about to knock, the door opened revealing an exhausted Arden. He looked glad to see me then worried. He pulled me into the
Serena's POVI hovered around because I was a little bit uncomfortable. I know I've been here but the circumstances are different from those other times."You seem uncomfortable." He said.I chuckled nervously. "I'm not."He saw right through my lies. He walked closer to me and lifted my chin up. He placed a soft kiss on my lips. "You shouldn't be."He stepped back and took off his sleeve. I saw his wide and built chest. I was beginning to think that staying here might be a little problematic for me because I know I might not be able to control myself"I'm going to take a shower. You're welcome to join me if you want." He said and I couldn't tell if he was joking or not.I shook my head and sat on the bed. He shrugged then went to the bathroom.Soon, I heard the shower running and I could feel my stomach rumble in excitement. In between my legs began to heat up and I imagined what he would look like under the shower.I stood up and paced slowly. I wanted to go in but I didn't know if
Serena's POVAfter Sylvia left the palace, everything had been a breath of fresh air.Everyone, servants and guards included, became somewhat freer to express themselves and I wasn't always trying to be a step ahead of her if she was plotting something.It was like she was the dark cloud hanging around the palace and now, it's finally lifted.Even after the scandal, things still weren't that bad. Yes, everyone is working tirelessly to find who this corrupt wolf is but there is no pressure.Maybe it's because Arden tells us that.Speaking of Arden, he has been very busy lately. He is always releasing statements, addressing the pack and going for council meetings a lot these days.I don't know how to feel about it because we haven't necessarily talked about ourselves after the night we shared.I try not to think about it though but it was a night I won't forget. For the first time, I didn't feel like a servant or a sneaky link.I felt like his mate.I wish he were here so I could at lea
Serena's POVI looked around admiring every bit of detail put in this place and I'm in awe. Soon, Rachel took to the stand and gave a speech."As we all know, today is our beloved Serena's birthday and we want nothing but the best for her. Serena, you have been more than a friend to me. You're like a sister and I will always love you. I hope this is your happiest birthday yet. Cheers.""Here, here." The others echoed.I walked to her and gave her the tightest hug I had in me. "I love you so much Rachel." I pulled from her and I could feel tears about to drop from my eyes."No. No. You promised you won't cry." She said,"I can't help it." I giggled and tried to fan my eyes for the tears to go away."Happy birthday Serena." Gilly said as she hugged me from behind. "It's good to see you happier now.""You knew about this?" I asked."I wanted to tell you but Rachel made me swear I wouldn't tell you. But I told Zone after you left.""You are unbelievable Gilly." I said."Yeah, how dare you
Evelyn PoVAt first, I had not thought that Gilly's story would turn out to be so tragic. I thought I was merely doing my mother a favour: I was releasing a spirit and giving peace to the pack. But every single step I took in the direction of solving was heavy with shadows that just threw more secrets in my direction. I could feel the darkness circling in, twisting me into a hangman's noose.The old records of the pack were dusty and brittle, worn yellow with age. Weeks I spent in the archives bent over a desk deciphering the scribbled handwriting and cryptic notes. Draven helped where he could, his fingers dancing over ancient texts while I pieced together, bit by bit, the fragmented history of Gilly's downfall.It started innocent enough. Gilly was loved; with those attributes of kindness and strength, she was never really a natural leader. Somehow respect turned to jealousy, and jealousy turned to betrayal. The swirling in the ancient documents held very hostile stories of a family
Authors PoVThey started like whispers in the night.In the stillness of sleep, they forced their way into her brain to take her through dark and twisted visions. Some shadows curled around her, cold and snake-like; their touch glided over the rippling skin and left frosted impressions behind. The dreams picked their way through her nightmares the same way—her pack in chains, expressionless and with eyes like black pits; there was someone ahead, a person cloaked in shadows.The figure's face shifted and distorted; at one time it would be reminiscent of Gilly with her soft features, at another of Gloria, with that awful smirk. She would desperately attempt to run, to scream, but either the land would crumble beneath her feet, swallowing her whole in the world, until she woke up gasping for air.The dreams haunted her daily, tormenting her with the reality of the world outside the realm of sleep. Gilly's spirit seemed to linger in the edges of reality sewn into the very fabric that woul
Evelyn PoVThe truth sat heavy on my chest, a stone sinking into dark waters. Gilly's voice lingered in my mind, a soft, desperate whisper threading through my thoughts even as I went through the motions of daily life. The blood of the betrayed will break the chains.Those words had been haunting me ever since the ritual with Draven, every syllable a jigsaw puzzle piece that refused to fit. What betrayal? Whose blood? The answers I sorely craved could only be unearthed by digging deeper into Gilly's past, the life which she had led before Gloria's darkness swallowed her whole.I started my search among the old documents located in the pack's ancient archive building where old books and fragile scrolls blended their aged scent with forgotten tales. For hours I studied the pack's historical records that included birth and death records as well as political alliances and loyalty breakdowns. Being careful with my page turns made me sharply conscious that the sound of crinkling pages carri
Evelyn PoVWas this a mere figment of my imagination?… Gilly’s voice had become an echo that trickled into the stillness, catching me unawares. The torment did not even allow me peace in sleep. I would close my eyes, and her voice would take me into shadowed dreams-corridors layered in darkness, chains clanking in the distance."Evelyn."It now sounded weak and soft, no more than an echo but soon merely a whisper grazing my skin. Jerking upright in bed, I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders."Wh-What do you want from me?" I whispered back, my voice lost in the dark.Silence.I woke up abruptly from my bed before drawing the blanket closer to protect my shoulders."What do you want from me?" I demanded quietly. I managed to answer him but my words vanished into the darkness.Silence.I clenched my fists. “If you’re real I need to see you to be sure.”The air moved through the room as the window remained closed. The candle flame moved in an unexpected sideways wave as though
Evelyn’s PoVAs I came to stand amidst the rubble of Odessa’s fortress, there rioted smells of smoke and blood. The bodies of both friends and foes lay scattered on the ground from a battle that, to me, seemed less a victory than a doomsday. My body screamed for peace, and the tightness of every muscle felt unbearable; yet it could hardly compare with the turmoil within me.Finian stood a few paces away, his eyes piercing into mine. His expression was inscrutable-somewhere between hope and acceptance. His knuckles were bruised, his hair caked with dirt, and yet still he seemed the bedrock I have leaned upon during my stay with the pack at Odessa. He had saved me countless times, and now, standing before freedom, I no longer knew where we stood.And then there was Marcus.He emerged from the smoke like an apparition. Relief, pain, and something else—something much deeper, something older, much older—were stamped on his face, making my chest tighten. The last rays of sunlight broke thro
Author PoVBefore sentries had time to alert their camp the arrows struck their targets. The wolves crashed into each other while they shifted as their howls unified their counterparts.Inside the fortress, Evelyn felt it. The vibrations of battle were within her, through the stone walls, deep and low; she felt a low hum settle deep into her bones. She was clasped in silver chains burning against the skin, watching Finian about to die.One of the guards entered the room quickly, his face extremely pale. "We are under attack!"Odessa's face hardened, "By whom?""Callum and his people… he’s alive my alpha. And the Red Blood Moon pack."Odessa's lips twisted into a snarl. "Then they have come to die." She turned toward Evelyn, handing her a dagger she had drawn from her belt. "I ought to kill you. But I will save you for last.”Evelyn then looked into Odessa's eyes, her fear burning away and replaced by determination. "No, I will save you for last.”Then the ambush began. Callum and Ryan
Author PoVThe woods was dark as Marcus and Luca passed through the underbrush in silence. Marcus’s heart thudded against his ribs, with a steady caution. He glanced toward Luca, who had graduated from one stern face of determination to intent.They had been trudging through the woods for hours on nothing more than scraps of intelligence and the stubborn pull of hope. Ryan's rogues had pointed them in the right direction but were ultimately not adventurous enough to try to approach the Red Blood Moon pack directly. After all, Odessa's territory was a death trap of sorts. Even the most adventurous rogues knew better than to cross her borders without sufficient cause.The moonlight was just enough to see the outlines of makeshift tents and some shadows on watch. Marcus motioned for Luca to keep it low and crouched behind some ferns to take in the camp."Do you see her?" Luca whispered in a voice so faint it was almost a sigh."Not yet," Marcus ground out, struggling to make each breath
Serena’s PoVTears stung my eyes, and I woke up in a start with broken breath as the persistence of the dream clung to me. In this muted room, shadows danced upon the wall; for a second, I was hardly certain of where I stood. The dream had borne the reality—Odessa, her eyes bright with evil gleam, standing atop a heap of bones. Her army, a roar of growling rogues and defiled creatures spread out to the last sight. And then there was Evelyn... Evelyn was there, firmly standing by the side of Odessa, the empty look on her face an undercover of madness.I put my trembling hand over my forehead, it was sweating. This dream wasn't just a figment of imagination; it was a warning.I pushed aside the thick furs, stood, and went to the unbarred window. The pack grounds lay quiet, a deceitful calm before a storm. My instincts screeched like a mother's intuition that something far worse than what we had imagined was in the making.If only I could make Ardan see it too.But Ardan... he was no lon
Evelyn’s PoVThe dagger felt heavy and cold in my palm. Odessa’s cold demand rang in my ears. Kill Callum. Bring me his head. This wasn’t a test or ,twisted game to see how far I would go to prove my loyalties. I just had to do it. I knew I had to do it.If I turned it down, she would turn against me. If I carried out her order, I would lose the only ally I had managed to win over. Either way, she would win.Not this time.Finian walked beside me as we traveled through the thick forest. His expression was a mixture of concern and determination. He had not questioned me for warning Callum. He had not hollered when I insisted we needed to fake a death, to give like a disguise for the purpose of tricking Odessa into believing I had done my job. Instead, he nodded, affirming my sense of loyalty."Are you sure it will work?" he asked softly."It must." I responded. "If Odessa realises we lied to her, we would be dead."