Chapter 80 - Fear and Cruelty“I-it’s you,” the man stuttered, fear and surprise evident in his eyes as he took a step closer. “The silver-eyed, the —”Before the merchant could finish, Yenari moved swiftly, positioning himself between Georgia and the man. His expression was calm but firm, a silent command for the merchant to back off.“You are mistaken,” Yenari said. “She is one of us, here in Havalu, nothing more.”The merchant’s eyes darted nervously between Yenari and Georgia, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for the right words. The recognition had sparked something within him — fear, and panic, as he knew, he recognized, he was sure, it was Georgia, the silver eyed werewolf who annihilated pack
Chapter 81 - A Decision To Make“Are you okay?” Yenari asked Georgia as they stood on a higher ground that could oversee the trading area near the beach. The sun was high yet the air was cool, mingling with the sea breeze that was blowing Georgia’s hair. With her encounter with the Westerners of Le Roma, her mind had drifted her back to everything that she had left back there. Her parents were dead, her house burned, and the only thing that was left behind now for her was her mate — Maxton, the Alpha King of the West Region. She wondered how he had been, was he doing good now? The time she left, he was struggling, at the brink of death; but after seeing the merchants from the West Le Roma, trading, it just meant that the war had been over, and the region was doing well for it to be able to send the merchants along with the other merchants from the other regions of Le Roma. ‘The King must be doing well now,’ she thought to herself, the West was back to its normal operations.Georgia
Chapter 82 - A LegendYenari remained silent as he listened to their stories, a silver eyed wolf, though indeed Georgia’s eyes were strikingly silver, they could still be mistaken. But Yenari had already heard it from her and Tehani before, the statements that Georgia made, the sins she had committed, the guilt that she was carrying to the point that she even regretted having a second chance at life. Despite all these, Yenari did not confirm or deny anything to the Le Roma merchants, instead, he just simply tilted his head slightly, encouraging the merchant to continue.“They say she was dangerous, powerful,” the merchant continued, his voice was almost a whisper, as if it would be a dangerous crime to speak about the silver eyed werewolf. “She was used by Harrion Bergmont, a traitor who tried to overthrow the Alpha King of the West. She led raids, massacred packs, destroyed everything in her path. They called her a perfect weapon, a beast... She was feared in Le Roma.”The two other
Chapter 83 - The Choice She Made“You have been staring at them all day.” Yenari’s voice cut through the gentle hum of the evening tide, catching Georgia off guard.She turned, startled, her eyes widening for a moment before she relaxed. “Yenari… I was just—”“Thinking,” he finished for her, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I could tell.” He took a few steps closer, joining her by the rock she had been perched on. “But it is not about the sunset or the sea, is it? It’s about them.”Georgia looked back toward the distant, dwindling figures of the merchants, their silhouettes fading as they worked around their stalls. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said, but her voice lac
Chapter 84 - Stories from the Merchants“Saw who?” someone asked, only half interested as he took another gulp of his beer, and slammed the pint glass on the wooden table as he waited for an answer, expecting a story about a rare treasure or an unusual creature from a far off land.“The silver-eyed one,” the merchant replied, lowering his voice further, making the others at the table lean in. “The girl who vanished after the war. Georgia.”A silence fell over the group, and then, like a wave crashing against the shore, came a chorus of disbelief and confusion. “Georgia?” another merchant repeated, frowning. “The one who served under Harrion, the one who was rumored to have been killed?”“Yes,” the first merchant said, his
Chapter 85 - Reporting the RumorsTanner looked up, his brow furrowing at the serious tone of the man. "What is it?" he asked."It is about Georgia," the man said, and that was all Tanner needed to hear to get his full attention. He set his papers aside and leaned back in his chair, gesturing for the man to continue. "We have been hearing whispers, and rumors from the merchants who just returned from their trade routes. They claim to have seen her."Tanner’s eyes narrowed, a mix of skepticism and curiosity crossing his features. "Georgia? You are telling me they have seen her?""Yes, sir. At least, that is what the reports are saying. They say she was seen in Havalu, living among the islanders. Several of the merchants from other regions, even the ones who are from here claimed that the
Chapter 86 - To Have Her No Matter What"Alive," he murmured, the word barely audible, as if testing its reality. A flicker of emotion crossed his eyes, too brief to catch. He did not dare let himself feel too much — he had been burned too many times before. But the word held weight, like a promise that he had been waiting for since the day she vanished.Tanner could sense the conflict within him, the way Maxton's rigid exterior fought to contain the resurgence of feelings he had long tried to bury. "Yes," Tanner said. "It is not just hearsay this time, Maxton."Maxton's jaw tightened, but he did not respond immediately. He did not want to hope — hope was dangerous, a treacherous thing that could shatter him if it proved false again. He had forced himself to become ruthless, and cold, the kind of leader his pack needed after
Chapter 87 - Journey to the IslandOne afternoon, Georgia found herself sitting under the shade of a coconut tree, watching the sun glint off the gentle waves. She was shelling peanuts for a local dish, her hands working mechanically while her mind drifted into the far sea, like a canoe sailing in the middle of the vast blues. It was moments like these when the past crept up on her, unbidden. She could almost see Maxton’s face, the way his eyes would harden whenever he was deep in thought, she had only known him for a brief time, encountered him while she was under Harrion’s control, but those memories she was with him while bound by the dark magic remained.She wondered what he would think if he saw her now, barefoot and sun-kissed, so different from the pale fierce soldier of Harrion that had slaughtered lives. Would he even recognize her? Would he want to? She tried t