Ronan's POVThe halls of my fortress were quiet, with only the sounds of my boots echoing off the stone walls. Torches flickered as I made my way towards my private armory.As I approached the armory's entrance, I saw the guards stationed there, standing at attention.Two of them, human in form but fierce in demeanor, were flanked by four massive black rogue wolves that prowled the premises. Their fur gleamed like shadows, and their red eyes glowed in the dark.When I’d awakened the power to subjugate the rogue wolves, I had been able to turn most of them back to their sane selves. But there were always a few—those that for some reason couldn’t be reverted—who remained in their wolf forms, still loyal but unchanging.These beasts didn’t speak, didn’t shift back into human form, but they followed my commands without hesitation. Hundreds of them roamed my palace and the territory I ruled, blending seamlessly into my pack. They were wild, untamed, but under my control.As I drew near,
Thalia's POVI stared at her, her strange words echoing in my mind.Force me to eat? What did she mean by that? I had no answer, and frankly, I wasn’t sure I wanted one.My stomach betrayed me again, a loud, pitiful growl filling the silence.The stew’s rich aroma curled around me like an embrace, taunting and teasing until my resolve cracked.“Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath. I couldn’t afford to let pride or suspicion starve me to death.I snatched the tray, my trembling hands nearly upsetting the bowl of stew as I pulled it close.The first spoonful was like heaven—warm and savory, melting on my tongue. I didn’t stop. Spoon after spoon, I devoured it like a wild animal, barely taking time to chew.The bread was next, torn into chunks and dunked into the remaining stew, its crusty exterior a satisfying contrast to the softness within. The cheese disappeared in seconds, and I gulped down the water so fast it left me coughing.By the time I finished, I was panting, my stomach f
Thalia's POVHebathi stepped back, her cold gaze never wavering from Aedric, who seemed entirely too pleased with himself."Calm down, Lady Hebathi," Aedric said smoothly, lifting his hands in mock surrender. "It isn’t that deep. I’m simply the messenger here. Why waste all that energy when Ronan’s not even here to witness your… dramatic flair?"Hebathi’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. "Dramatic flair? You misunderstand me, Aedric. This isn’t drama. It’s a warning."Aedric chuckled lowly, the sound infuriatingly condescending."Of course, of course. Consider me warned." His tone was laced with sarcasm, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the tension he’d stirred.Her eyes narrowed further, but before she could unleash whatever cutting retort she was undoubtedly preparing, Aedric held up a finger as though remembering something important."Ah, but I digress," he said, his grin widening. "As much as I enjoy exchanging pleasantries with you, I’m actually here for somethin
Thalia's POV Aedric let out a rough cough as he pushed himself up, rubbing his throat where faint red marks had begun to form. His crimson eyes flickered with irritation, but the smirk creeping onto his lips suggested he wasn’t entirely cowed."Really, Hebathi? All this over a little joke? You're more sensitive than I thought," he rasped, rolling his shoulders. "You didn't have to be so rough."Hebathi’s expression didn’t waver. She folded her arms over her ample chest, her lips curling into a sneer."Step out of line again, and you'll see just how rough I can be."Aedric scoffed, rolling his eyes. "We both know you wouldn’t dare. I am Ronan’s trusted Beta. I’m not so easily discarded." His smirk widened as he turned away from her, clearly dismissing any lingering threat she posed.Ignoring the warning, he reached into his pocket, fishing out a small iron key. He twirled it between his fingers before sliding it into the cell’s lock. The heavy door creaked open, the metal groaning fro
Thalia's POVI swallowed hard, the weight of Hebathi's stare pressing down on me as my mind scrambled for a suitable response—anything to deflect from the actual truth.I had to be extremely careful and choose my words wisely. This was a lifeline, a path out of this revolting cell, and I’d be damned if I didn’t take advantage of it.Telling this woman the truth wouldn’t help my chances much. So, too hell with morality.Suddenly, before I could think any further, the words spilled from my mouth.“I… I was a maid,” I blurted out, my own panicked voice startling me. “In his household. I was the maid. We didn’t interact much, as my duties were only to serve, but that’s how I knew him.”Hebathi’s sharp gaze narrowed slightly, as if measuring the truth in my words. I forced myself to hold still, hoping my expression gave nothing away.A long pause stretched between us before she finally exhaled, her tense posture easing just a fraction.“That explains it, then,” she murmured, folding her a
Ronan's POVThe wind roared across the open grasslands, bending the tall, golden stalks under its relentless force. Sparse trees dotted the expanse, their twisted branches reaching toward the storm-gray sky like skeletal fingers. The horizon stretched endlessly ahead, rippling with waves of shifting vegetation.At the center of it all, a black beast thundered across the plains.Erethorn moved like a specter of death, his massive paws striking the earth with bone-rattling force. Each step sent a shockwave through the dirt, his immense weight crushing the grass beneath him. His thick fur, once as black as a midnight abyss, was streaked with fresh blood—not his own, but the remnants of the foolish who had dared to stand in our way.I sat astride him, my armor drenched in crimson, my cloak torn and tattered. The metallic scent of blood clung to me, mingling with the sweat and grime of three days without rest. Every muscle in my body ached, my wounds stung, but the pain was a distant thi
Ronan's POVFor the first time in three days, I was still.The current swirled around me, washing away the grime, the sweat, the blood of nameless men who had thought themselves my equals. My body felt weightless here, but my mind?My mind refused to let go.Because it drifted back to her. Again.I exhaled sharply, bubbles rising to the surface as I clenched my jaw. It was pathetic, really. After all this time, after everything, I still thought about her.Thalia.Her name was a wound that never truly healed. A ghost that refused to fade.I remembered the way she had once laughed, the way she had looked at me beneath the silver light of the moon. I remembered the feel of her fingers trailing down my skin, the warmth of her body pressed against mine.And I remembered the night we bathed together in the Bloodstone Pack’s river.The memory came unbidden—her straddling my wolf, her laughter ringing through the trees as we ran wild beneath the night sky. We had bathed together in the cold w
Ronan's POV The entrance to Fharrath Woods loomed before us, a wall of gnarled trees and tangled undergrowth stretching endlessly into the dark. The Silver Vale’s infamous forest. Home to the Lyravha.Few dared enter without invitation, and even fewer left unscathed. In this case, I was the former—hopefully, by the end of this ordeal, I would be the latter.The trees were ancient things, their twisted trunks thick with moss and deep scars, as if they had borne witness to centuries of war and bloodshed. Their branches clawed at the sky, skeletal and jagged, blotting out the moonlight in sharp patterns. A cold mist slithered between them, clinging to the earth like ghostly fingers, curling around exposed roots and vanishing into the shadows beyond.The air here was different—thicker, charged with something unnatural. It smelled of damp earth and decay, laced with the metallic tang of old blood. The ground beneath my boots was uneven, covered in knotted roots that threatened to trip the
Ronan's POVI clenched my jaw, forcing my expression to remain impassive as I watched Thalia crumble before me. Every tear that rolled down her cheek, every tremor that wracked her body, should have satisfied me. This was what I wanted, wasn’t it? To see her broken? To see her suffer the way I had suffered?Then why did my heart ache?I shoved the feeling away, burying it beneath years of rage and betrayal. Thalia had chosen this path. She had left me for Caden. She had destroyed everything we could have been. She deserved this. She deserved every bit of disgrace and punishment I was about to mete out on her. The Moon Goddess thought she could play games with me?That she could string me along like some pathetic puppet?That reviving my wolf depended on me forgiving Thalia? That I had to fall in love with her again to restore Fenris?Fuck that.I would defy her. I would defy fate itself. Fenris was gone. I had accepted that. My bond with my wolf had withered away the moment
Thalia's POVI swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. My hands trembled at my sides, nails digging into my palms, but I couldn't feel anything beyond the suffocating weight of his stare.I felt like cornered prey, quaking in fear as the predator prowled around me, playing with its meal before finally pouncing.It was a horrible feeling."That you were a maid, huh?" Ronan’s voice dripped with mockery and hurt."Damn." I clenched my eyes shut in fear, my heart stinging at the pain in his voice.I had hoped—prayed—that he wouldn't bring this up, but it seemed my luck had already run out. It wasn’t like I wanted to lie to Hebathi. I just… I did what I had to do to survive.Now, standing under his cold, piercing gaze, I realized how flimsy that lie truly was.It was bad enough that I had been the catalyst that shattered his life. But now, he knew I had also lied about our past relationship. My odds of survival weren’t looking too good at the moment.I sighed, forcing myself to look
Thalia's POVWe barged into the throne room, and almost instantly, the memory of that day hit me like a wave.The cold, unforgiving floor beneath my feet, the weight of silver shackles biting into my wrists. The burning hatred in his voice – Get her out of my sight.I swallowed hard, my throat tightening as my gaze drifted toward the throne.And there he was.Ronan stood tall, his presence commanding even in stillness. He was speaking to Aedric, his expression unreadable, his focus entirely elsewhere. Yet my eyes couldn’t leave him.His long black hair was messier than usual, wild strands falling over his forehead. Blood marred his armor, streaks of crimson standing stark against the dark metal.His red eyes, the ones I used to get lost in, were cold. Empty.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as a sudden, crushing wave of emotions threatened to consume me.My hand clamped around my mouth, my teeth biting on the flesh in a bid to force myself not to break down right t
Thalia's POVI seemed to have lost the ability to breathe when I heard that statement.Ronan had… returned?My mind struggled to grasp the words, to piece them together into something that made sense.I wasn't ready yet… No, I wasn't ready to face him. Not like this.Everything inside me twisted into a tangled knot of longing and fear.For the past week that I had been here, I had wrestled with the ache of missing him, the guilt of what I had done, and the desperate yearning to see him just one more time. And yet, buried beneath all of that, I knew the truth.I was terrified to face him.I remembered clearly the reception I received when I arrived here. The look of pure hatred in his cold red eyes, the way he screamed, threatening me with all the malice he could muster.As much as this was my fault, it still stung like a knife piercing my heart.However, the order he gave to get me out of the dungeon rang through my mind, and doubt crept in.Would he look at me with the same warmth as
Thalia's POV"He wasn’t like the higher-ranked wolves who barely acknowledged us. Most warriors carried themselves with an air of entitlement, like we were nothing more than background noise, but Ronan..." I smiled faintly, letting the words flow. "He noticed people. Even the ones like me—just a maid, cleaning the halls, setting the tables. He always paid attention."I could still remember the way he used to look at me, the warmth in his eyes. The way the bond between us had filled me with such joy and satisfaction.It was… everything.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay on track."He was thoughtful in a quiet way. If someone was limping from an injury, he’d be the first to notice and make sure they got treated. If someone was struggling with extra chores, he’d find a way to ease their workload without making a show of it."The memories blurred in my mind, mixing the truth with my fabricated narrative. The way he had once wrapped his cloak around me when I shivered from the col
Thalia's POV I swallowed hard, my grip tightening around the fork as Hebathi’s question hung in the air. What was Ronan like? The memories swirled inside me, some vivid, others hazy, but before I could grasp onto any of them, Hebathi’s voice dragged me from the haze. “Well?” she prompted. I blinked, realizing I had been silent for too long. Heat rushed to my cheeks. “S-Sorry,” I murmured, lowering my gaze. “I… I got lost in memory lane.” A smirk tugged at the corner of Hebathi’s lips. “It happens.” She leaned back slightly, her fingers tapping idly against the table. “But I’d still like to know,” she continued, her voice softer this time. “What was he like before all of this?” Her gaze drifted toward the window, her expression unreadable. But there was something… distant in her eyes. Lonely, almost. I hesitated. Did she really want to know? Or was she just looking for something—anything—that might explain the man Ronan had become? I inhaled deeply, gathering my though
Thalia's POVI remained still on the bed as the knocking grew louder. My fingers curled into the sheets, my heart pounding a little harder with each sharp rap against the door.Whoever it was, they weren’t leaving.What did they want with me?I sighed, suddenly wishing—maybe for the hundredth time—that I had a wolf. If I did, I wouldn’t have to sit here, paralyzed with uncertainty. I could use my senses, pick up a scent, determine who stood on the other side before I even opened the door.But of course, I wasn’t fortunate enough to be blessed with one.So, I had no choice but to face the unknown with nothing but a whispered prayer to the Moon Goddess.Taking a deep breath, I forced my legs to move, stepping off the bed. The cold floor stung against my bare feet, grounding me as I hesitantly approached the door.I swallowed hard. Please don’t let this be trouble.My fingers trembled slightly as I gripped the handle and pulled the door open.My breath caught in my throat.Hebathi stood
Thalia's POVThe sky burned with shades of gold and crimson, streaks of violet stretching across the horizon as the sun dipped lower. I rested my head on the pillow on the plush bed, watching as the last traces of daylight melted away.A week.It had been a week since I had been given this room, since I had last seen Hebathi.I hadn’t left the room once throughout the week, and why would I?Not only was this unfamiliar territory, but there was no reason to leave. No one summoned me, no one came to question me, and no one forced me to do anything.It was as if my existence had been forgotten, which made me extremely grateful for the moment of peace and solitude I had become accustomed to. This room, grand as it was, had become my sanctuary. My cage too, in a way—but at least it was a comfortable one.The only real interaction I had was with the small maid who always brought my meals.I didn’t even know her name.Every day, she would knock timidly, push the trolley inside without a word
Ronan's POVFenris was sacrificed to bring me back? No. No. No. No.I could not accept this.I refused to accept this!I would have chosen death over allowing my wolf to sacrifice himself. I wanted to live… but not like this.“I thought,” Selene murmured, “that Hebathi’s presence would ease the burden. That her companionship would mend the fractures I carved into your soul.”“But even with her, you remained broken.”No. Not broken.Broken was too soft a word to describe my situation.I was cursed to ruin and damnation.“You shattered me,” I rasped, my voice jagged, rough-edged. “And now you speak of remorse?” “I am not beyond regret, Ronan. Divinity does not strip one of guilt. I intervened when I should not have. I unraveled threads that were never mine to touch, all to craft a vessel for my purpose. I stole your happiness, your life as you knew it.”Her words hung in the air, heavy with truths that didn’t matter anymore.What did remorse mean from lips that never bled?“I don’t ca