For a moment, he appears shocked by my words but then his shoulders slump, and he shakes his head. "I cannot. Prince Micah's orders were to protect you, and I cannot let you go," he says. I can see how it destroys him to say the words, knowing that they would mean the death of his family. Placing
Fiona’s POV "How touching," Jason laughs, his eyes fixed on Havier. "Do you really think one of you could hold out against all of my men?" The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. Havier is not going to go like I asked him to. Why didn't Havier leave when I told him to? Before I can atte
He shrugs as if Havier's sacrifice was inconsequential. Like it was not a big deal at all. "Micah thought he could win, make my army lose, and ruin my plans. But now, he will have the ultimate test before him. His wife or the crown," Jason declares, his words a venomous assault. The cruelty in his
Micah’s POV My men lift me on their shoulders, and cheers erupt for our victory. I smile at my fellow wolves, their loyalty warming my heart. I open my mouth to praise them again, but a sharp pain suddenly strikes my chest. It's so severe that it shakes my entire being, and I'm forced to bend down,
"I took the people here hostage," he boasts smugly. "And like a charm, it worked in getting your wife out." The more he speaks, the tighter dread grips my chest. "She came down with her little mutt, and my men had great pleasure in tearing him down," he recounts with a sickening glee. Havier. Hi
Micah’s POV I don't know for how long I sit there, clutching Fiona's cold body to my chest. The world around me is a blur, and I feel as if all my emotions have been drained, leaving behind a numb, empty shell. Colin comes and stands before me, his eyes reflecting deep sorrow and understanding. I
Something deep in my heart tells me, this gamble would succeed. And between me and Fiona, the choice would always be her. When I open my eyes again, my decision is made. I pick up the nearest fallen sword and without a moment’s hesitation, thrust it into my chest. I stop my body from healing and
Third POV In the humid and suffocating dungeon cells of the Warpaw kingdom, Rowena rages with hysteria. Her once perfectly manicured nails now marred, she slams the cold iron bars, creating a cacophony that echoes through the damp, stone walls. Her screams reverberate, piercing the stillness of the