Liliana’s POV
The woman who stands before me is an enigma. She glances at me from the depths of the cave — draped in a gown as pure as freshly fallen snow. Her hair, a cascade of white waves, flows like a frozen waterfall, and her presence radiates an ethereal beauty that captivates even in the dark of the cave.I find myself momentarily breathless. She stands, a blueprint of mystery, her eyes holding a depth that transcends mere mortal understanding. They are... deep, oddly deep. Like they piece through another world.
Logic whispers warnings in my mind—strangers should elicit caution, but I act void of the order of the rule I hear. Yet, a magnetic force draws me to her, weaving a spell that numbs the rational mind. I should question, resist, demand answers. But as she gazes at me with eyes that seem to hold the secrets of time, my voice remains silent, as if under the encha
Liliana’s POVThe sound of water dripping from the cave’s stalactites fills my senses, and I open my eyes only to realize I had fallen asleep. I frown and squint my eyes in the dark, searching in vain for the woman in white.But she is nowhere to be found. I am alone in the profound darkness.Had it all been a dream?The memory of the mysterious woman, her snowy hair and ethereal gown, lingers like an elusive wisp.I stretch out my arms and accidentally touch something metallic. Something hard. And something warm. Quickly, my fingers wrap around it and I bring the object nearer.Aha! A smile spreads on my face.It is the lantern! Proof that the white-haired woman was real. But the smile on my face fades into a tremble when the lantern suddenly comes to life.The flame within it hover
Kaden's POVMoonlight bathes the empty grave, casting elongated shadows that stretch like ghostly fingers across the soil.“Let’s fill it up, Kaden,” Evander says.In the stillness of the night, the shovels in our hands cut through the quiet like a subdued heartbeat and the dirt cascades back into the empty grave. The night seems to hold its breath as if paying homage to the secrets concealed beneath the newly settled earth.Given our speed, the void in the grave is filled in no time. Evander jams his shovel head-on into the soil and plops onto the ground. I wipe the sweat from my brow and take a seat next to him and stare out into the moonlit sky.Evander produces a steeled bottle of alcohol from his pocket and takes a measured sip, his gaze fixed on the grave before us.Then silently, he extends the bottle to me. I accept
Liliana’s POVI stand before Landon, my heart pounding in a rhythm of both determination and dread.“Landon,” I begin, my voice steady despite the chill that dances along my spine, “you’re concealing something from me, and I demand the truth.”He averts his gaze. “Liliana,” he starts, his voice as cool and emotionless as ever, “my mother… she was acquainted with a woman. A woman with hair as white as winter’s first frost. She was the Frostbite Pack’s first ever Sorceress. The White Sorceress supreme.”The air grows colder as if the very mention of the white-haired woman draws the warmth from the room.“She would come, always shrouded in veils, as if the night itself cloaked her in secrecy,” Landon continues, his eyes now lost to the past. “She would always come to vis
Kaden’s POVI have never felt such anguish in my life, not even I lost my mother to the creature she has become. I look at Liliana who sits before me, perched against the tree with her head down and my heart breaks.The loss of her wolf is more than a physical absence; it's a spiritual amputation, leaving her incomplete in a way that goes beyond the physical realm.How much pain did she bear and how is it that she has shielded all this from me? From all of us? How is it that she has been able to keep this agonizing secret of her and bear the pain alone?Liliana is strong, fiercely so, but even the strongest can be brought low by the trials they face.The weight of her suffering and the toll it has taken on her becomes painfully clear to me.I reach out, my hand closing around her arms with more force than I intended, my emotions set loose. "Why didn'
Liliana’s POVI stand alone in Kaden’s bathroom, change out of my bloodied blouse and inhale Kaden’s lingering scent. The strong scent of musk, pine and cedar stirs memories I have tried to bury deep within.The memories flood in, a cascade of emotions that I struggle to contain. I remember the sense of completeness that came with being by Kaden’s side. I remember the time when Kaden saved me from the humiliation Aden brought upon me during our pack engagement.I remember the time when I first set foot in this palace, remember the grandeur and warmth that greeted me.I remember our first night together, of how he kissed me, touched me and filled me with his seed. I remember his presence, both comforting and intimidating for every moment that I stayed there. His laughter and melody filled the halls. He introduced me to Evander, his brother, and I recall the sense of belongin
Liliana’s POVThe shock of the discovery lingers in the air as Evander takes the lead, approaching the hobbit-sized door. With a duck of his head and a careful manoeuvre, he manages to squeeze through the small opening, his tall frame bending to accommodate the tight space.Kaden follows, his movements swift and determined, a stark contrast to the gentle care Landon takes with me. Landon insists that I go before him, his actions the epitome of chivalry."After you," he says, gesturing towards the door.I crouch down to step through the doorway. It is narrow, and I can feel the cool brush of the walls against my shoulders. The door leads us to an open field.Once out, I straighten up and look back to see Landon emerging, his concern for my well-being evident in his eyes. Together, we stand, the gentle glow of the light from the room we left behind casts long
Evander’s POVThe sewer is graded with despair, time forgotten and forsaken by light. As I navigate through its tunnels, the stench of decay rubs my senses. The walls are slick with moisture, the air heavy with the weight of the earth above. Water drips in a steady cadence, the sound amplified in the oppressive silence. The cracks are sigils and designs on the walls with worms and odd insects crippling around.I move from one passage to the next, my footsteps echoing in the hollow expanse. The darkness here is absolute, a suffocating blanket that seems to swallow the feeble beam of my phone’s flashlight."Kaden!" I call out, my voice bouncing off the walls, distorted and strange. There is no response, only the mocking echo of my own words."Really how did he build his palace above without realizing that this exists?" I mutter to myself, shaking my head. How can a man be s
Liliana’s POV The Black Wolf stands before me, wrapped in shadow. Its eyes, spectres of gold, hold me captive, and I am torn between a striking fear and a strange sense of curiosity.Curiosity killed the cat, Liliana. My consciousness speaks to me and I am sure Cathy would have said the same if she were present.But I am no cat. I am Liliana Ross of the Woodlands and Azure.With a swift turn, the wolf runs away, and I follow, my legs clumsy in comparison to its lithe form.Damn, I wish I could shift! I wish so much for my wolf to lend me her strength and speed.It is quick, darting through the underbrush, and I struggle to keep pace. Yet, every once in a while, the Black Wolf would slow down a little, casting glances over its shoulder, its gaze beckoning me to continue.“Where are you taking me?” I ask,