THIRD POV With a straight face and firm voice he said, “I can't sit back and watch a lady rule over me. Not only that, someone who came out of nowhere to lay claim to the throne.” Shaking his head sideways, he said, “No way, I can't let that happen.” Gladden with how things took turn in the blink of an eye, she leaned towards him and with her eyes glistening with happiness, she asked, “Do you have a plan? A strong one at that.” “Not certain if my plan will turn out well.” He shrugged. “But I think I will be able to come up with something tangible in a matter of time.” “There's just four days left until the coronation, we have no time to waste anymore.” She pressed on, already doubting in her mind if she will be able to work with him. “I'm fully aware of that.” He snarled, snapping his head in her direction. “I'm going to do whatever it takes to stir her off the throne. If you don't believe me, you can try to team up with someone else or go solo.” He snarled. With his face cont
Nora's POV " Nora! not again!" My father said as soon as he saw me sneaking into his study.I grinned at him before crouching down to stare at the sparkling orb. I needed to get away from my mother for a while and this was my only solace. It's been chaotic these past days, ever since my coronation date was set. My mother was going all out for the event to be successful. I watched her fuming over every little detail of the party.I couldn't care less, I am not a fan of parties. Rather, I hid myself mostly in my father's study. To keep away from my mother and her fuss over my dress or other things relating to the party. My father had constantly complained and tried to convince me otherwise, yet I always charmed my way with him. My eyes were fixed on the glittering Orb at the extreme of the office cabinet. It's amazing how that little thing could light up an entire hall.“ Sweetheart, can I ask you something?" My father said, drawing my attention. " Anything, dad.”" Do you love your
Nora's POV That was George's voice. I could never mistake it. I could feel he was in danger, his voice filled with fright. Without wasting time, I made a dash through the dense forest. I let out a growl, alerting whoever was bold enough to harm my brother. How dare they hurt a royal! I got closer to a huge tree, surrounded by shrubs. There I caught sight of their fierce eyes, glaring and growling at the injured wolf. It was George and I confirmed it by looking more closely. As I stepped closer, their rotten smell hit me hard and I swore I would have thrown up if the situation wasn't so dire. I let out another earth shattering growl, making them look up at me.Their eyes filled with anger and viciousness. I took another look at George. He was already bruised and it seemed like he had broken a bone or two since he lay flat on the ground. “ How dare you! You stinking dogs!" I growled, making the first attempt to attack.I snarled and bared my teeth as I faced the bastards. They w
Nora POVThe sweat dropped down in torrents all over my body. My heart pounded a million times as I envisioned the pain of the dagger. But, I looked around to see myself on my bed and the familiar voice calling my name while banging on my door. “ Nora!" Karen's worried voice sounded outside my room.“ I am fine, Karen. It's-it's just a dream…” I managed to utter, standing up from the bed. I knew Karen wouldn't be convinced if I didn't come out.I opened the door while trying to hide the horror on my face. The dream felt so real that I swore I felt the piercing pain. With a forced smile, my gaze met Karen's worried one. The nightmare still lingered, its echoes haunting me and I couldn't shake off the hidden face with eyes gleaming with cruelty as the person stabbed me. My skin crawled with fear, my hands shaking as I clutched harder on the door.Just as I thought I'd collapse under the weight of my terror, I heard Karen's gentle voice again. "Nora, are you okay?"Karen's deep voice w
THIRD POV Nora looked at his receding figure, his words ringing continuously in her head. She managed to shrug it off before making her way to the dining room. The speech practice was making her famished. She couldn't wait to devour those delicacies.“ Come sit with me, darling," King Salvador beckoned, pointing at a seat close to him.As Nora sat close to the king, her eyes darted to a pair of eyes looking at her. She still couldn't fathom why Mira was so hateful towards her. Mira's disgust was barely hidden under her piercing glare. With a resigned sigh, Nora shook my head at the attitude of the woman who was supposed to act as a mother to her. She had always wondered why Mira hates her so much.The maids brought the royal breakfast and started dishing it out. It was customary to have a food taster in the royal dining but except for the King whose food was always tasted by the official royal food taster, the rest of the royals’ food were entrusted to trustworthy maidservants. Mos
THIRD POVThe investigation became intense each day. Even as at that, nothing could be gotten. The culprit seemed to have vanished into thin air. Regardless, the King was adamant on getting whoever tried to hurt his child.Nora on the other hand, alongside Karen had been investigating too. They always end their clues when it comes to a dead end. It was as if the person responsible was a step ahead of them. For the past few days after the incident, Nora continuously paid George visits. She hopes he regains his memories.But as days stretched on, George showed no signs of regaining his memory despite the potion that Elder Silvarum administered to him on a daily basis. He was like a day old child who had no idea about his environment. She had spent the whole night by George's side. She had asked Mira to take some rest since she was looking frail. “ Why isn't he responding?" Nora asked, frustrated.A continuous test had shown that he actively consumed the food laced with poison but be
Nora's POV When the maid pointed her fingers at Mirabel at first, I refused to believe her claim. I felt she was trying to pin her crimes on her instead of owning up to it. Not going to lie, I was disappointed. To think I had been trying to steer the accusing fingers from her only to find out she was the one who was responsible was driving me insane with each passing second. I understood the hatred she had towards me but trying to kill me was on a whole different level, something which I wasn't going to forget in a hurry. When she didn't defend herself, I felt she was the sole perpetrator of her crime but when she tried to say something else which no one seemed to notice, I scrunched up my brows as my inquisitiveness skyrocketed. “There must be a second person… Who could that be?” I muttered, darting my eyes around as I racked my head for answers which were not forthcoming. Pushing the thought behind me, I returned my attention to the issue at hand only to see her being dragged
Nora's POV It took a while before I could process what I had just heard. Even at that, it was hard to believe until Harriet repeated her words. “I'm not telling a tale here, my lady. The maid who poisoned Prince George stabbed herself in the dungeon and then Lady Mirabel was confirmed to have died from poisoning.” “How possible is this? I just left the dungeon a while ago and…” I filtered off, beads of perspiration gathering on my forehead. Suddenly, I felt a cold chill running through my spines as I reviewed what I had just heard, trying to make a meaning out of it. To confirm her tale, I returned to the dungeon to see things for myself only to be greeted with another scene. Right in front of the dungeon was the corpse of the guard who was on duty. Crouching next to him, I placed my fingers before his nostrils to confirm if indeed he was dead and it turned out to be true. “The person was lurking around
CARLOSI jolted awake, instinctively reaching for the arrow wound in my shoulder. My fingers found only smooth, unbroken skin. Confused, I sat up quickly, bracing for pain that never came. No wound, no burning poison, nothing—as if the attack had never happened.The sun had shifted position; I'd been unconscious for at least an hour. My gaze immediately sought and found the girl, who sat a few feet away, her back against a moss-covered tree. She looked even worse than before—pale as death, her makeshift bandage soaked through with blood, her breathing shallow."You healed me," I said, my voice rough from disuse. It wasn't a question.She looked up slowly, those strange amber eyes finding mine. Despite her weakened state, there was something fierce in her gaze, something ancient and wild that called to my wolf.I moved closer, examining her more carefully. She was youn
CARLOSI caught the scent of blood on the wind before I even reached the border. The acrid smell of fear mingled with the metallic tang of freshly spilled blood triggered every fighting spirit in me as I steadied towards the borders. I pushed myself harder, sprinting through the trees toward the sounds of battle.When I finally broke through the tree line, chaos greeted me. My border warriors were locked in fierce combat with at least twenty rogues who had somehow managed to breach our first line of defense. Bodies—both my pack members and rogues—already littered the ground."Alpha Carlos!" shouted Devin, one of my guards, as he knocked down a rogue. "They came out of nowhere, in formation!"I shifted immediately, bones cracking and reforming as my wolf took over. The familiar rush of power surged through me as I lunged into battle, taking down the nearest rogue with a singl
CARLOS POVI watched Nora sleeping, her face finally peaceful after hours of restless tossing. The moonlight streamed through our bedroom window, casting silver shadows across her features. Even after five years, I still found myself marveling at her beauty, at the strength she carried within her—even if she no longer remembered it.Her agonising scream shook my heart. The headaches were becoming worse. And her inquisitive too. I could hardly avoid her piercing questions and gaze. Just like now.Her episode earlier had shaken me. The one at the library had my heart on the edge. I was afraid of her recalling it all, again. Yet, the name she'd spoken—Karen—sent ice through my veins. She was starting to remember, and that terrified me.Alongside her questions.I quickly found an excuse of calling the healer, as distraction. Yet, she wasn't ready to give up. I
NORA POVI woke up with a start, my eyes searching all around. I was already in my bedroom with my hands clasped tightly. I tried to recall what happened. The last thing I remembered was being with Carlos in the library and then…“ Arghh!” I let out, biting my lips tightly to hold back the raving pain.The splitting headaches had returned, stronger this time. These headaches didn't seem normal. Biting back the pain and discomfort, I clawed at the sheets with my body trembling. I could taste and feel the huge droplets of sweat trickling down my spine.As much as I tried, I couldn't stop the pain hitting me once again. This time, it hurt like hell!I wish I could make it stop. I was on the verge of losing it. The hand clasping mine held it even more tightly. As if afraid to lose me. His scent hit my already messed up head and somehow, I seem to want m
The splitting headache made Nora grunt in pain. The headaches were becoming more frequent for the past three months. Not only that, even the dreams were starting to get real.The wolf that kept calling out to her in her dreams was just too real. And powerful. Five years had passed since the battle, and Nora was living a quiet life in Eagle Pack. She worked as a librarian, surrounded by dusty books and whispered conversations. Ruling next to Carlos as the Luna of the Eagle Pack gave her immense joy, not to talk of her kids whom she doted on. Finally, she had the life she wished for…Or so she thought…Her days blended together in a haze of routine, but her nights were a different story. Nora's dreams were a jumbled mix of images and emotions, but one was constant. It was the wolf. A majestic creature with piercing yellow eyes and fur as white as snow. The wolf would pad through Nora's dreams, its presence both comforting and unsettling.Who was the wolf, and why did it haunt her d
FIVE YEARS LATER The sound of light tapping on the intricately designed table swept across the gloomy pack hall. It wasn't just the sound, but an incredibly powerful aura that seemed to suppress the fearful growls of the wolves around.The man tapping on the table looked up, his mask covering half of his face. He stood up and walked towards the center of the dimly lit hall, his piercing eyes scanning the gathering of werewolves. The air was thick with tension, the only sound was the soft hum of enchantments that prevented eavesdropping. The wolves let out fearful whimpers as they drew away.The masked man chuckled lightly, his eyes fixed on a particular wolf. The gaze seemed to pierce this particular wolf.Then with a deep voice, he asked. “ What's the update from the spies?" A buffy wolf, the one the masked man was looking at, took two strides closer to him before turning into his human form as sounds of bones breaking and painful growls rented the air. With a deep bow and a hand
Reader's POV With the Ancient Clan now destroyed, peace and calm returned to the packs. It had been two months since the war and ever since then, Nora had been living like every other wolf, not having any of her past memories. The only thing she remembered was that she was in love with Carlos, the son of the Alpha, nothing after that. Living with her foster parents who she still believed were her biological parents, she found her footing once more as she began to bond with them and those that were around her as she lived her normal life. “Nora!” Her mother has called. “I'm coming, please hold on.” She yelled back at her and when she finished the task she was working on, she rushed to join her. “I'm sorry, I had to tidy up.” She said, rubbing her hand on her forehead. Smiling lovingly at her, her mother held her cheek with a hand while using the other to trace the outline of her jaw. “I wish you were still like before, I have missed that strong part of you that g
Nora's POVInstead of the pain to come as I had expected, I felt nothing. The dagger which I had been holding onto had been flung from my hand, causing me to snap my eyes open. The person that appeared in front of me made me stagger backwards with my lips parted and with a shocked expression on my face. For a moment, the world seemed to have gone still as I stared at the people in front of me. Back at the forest, Karen had died in my hands and then Carlos' whimper made me run to his side only for him to breathe his last almost immediately. Taking in a deep breath, I pushed my hand into my hair, trying to speak but I couldn't find my voice. “What is going on here?” I asked, alternating my gaze from Elder Silvarum to Carlos with a relieved look on my face but at the same time I was curious and shocked. Not saying a word to me, Elder Silvarum tightened his grip on Carlos who was standing next to him. Ignoring my curious mind, I ran to meet with Carlos with a bright smile on my fac
THIRD POV Carlos who was still battling with the wound from the arrow tried to pull himself to his feet but he couldn't as he didn't have anything to lean on. Crawling on his belly, he finally made his way towards a tree trunk and with all the strength he could muster, grabbed the tree and then got on his feet but he still couldn't move his foot. Wincing in pain as he clutched his upper chest where the arrow had pierced him, he watched as Reika and her opponent found tirelessly. Taking his gaze off the fighting wolves, he allowed them to land on Karen who was lying on the ground weakly. After handing the pendant to Nora, he lost all of his strength and then returned to his normal self. Staring at him in anger, the only thing ringing in Carlos' head was to finish him off in his vulnerable state but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Thanks to his timely arrival where he had given Nora the pendant, else it would have been something else by now. “He saved Nora.” He muttered, bit