Ava's povThe person's grip was so tight that I knew that I was going to bruise up. I clenched my jaw, struggling against the hold, but the man behind me only tightened his grip.The rebels around watched in eerie silence, they lowered their weapons but still held it tightly just in case anything went wrong.Darius stood in front of me, expression unreadable. He didn’t seem surprised.It was then that I realized that he had been expecting me somehow.From the place where the others were hidden, I felt Xander reaching out to me through the bond. I felt his rage— flaming hot, pouring through the bond. He was seconds away from attacking.Leo was barely hanging on; he was demanding to be let out, to rip apart anyone who touched me. But I couldn't let them, I needed to see where this was leading.I exhaled and focused on our bond.“Not yet. Stay back.” I said through the bond.I knew that Xander heard me, we had been practicing on the bond for a while now so that we would always be able to
Ava's pov“The bond between you and Xander is a lie,” he murmured. “A fabricated tale created by gods who feared our bond. What we were. What we could be together now.”I forced myself to speak even though my tongue felt as heavy as lead. “You’re lying.”He chuckled, dark and empty “Am I?”Something shifted. It was like claws were digging into my mind.Suddenly, images began to flash in my mind. Memories of a past I didn't know. Whispers of voices I didn't recognize. And a feeling… a deep, painful love that had been lost long ago.I crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath, fisting the dirt beneath my palm as a sharp ache piercing my chest.“No.” I whispered.No, this wasn’t real. It couldn't be.This was a trick.Zerathos crouched down in front of me, his expression softer than before. “I loved you first, Ava.” His voice was gentle now. “Before any of them. Before Xander. Before the gods tore us apart.”I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut. “No. That’s not—”“They stole you from
Ava's pov“Stand down,” Darius ordered his men, voice sharp and firm.Slowly, they hesitated but lowered their weapons. The ones in wolf form didn't shift back to humans but they gave us space and seemed less tense. A bitXander didn’t take his eyes off Darius as he held out a hand toward me. “Come here, Ava.”I took a step forward—And then, a voice cut through the tension like a knife.“Kill her.”The air went still.For a moment, everything stopped. Including my heart.Then, the shadows returned, slithering on the ground like snakes until they got behind Darius where a figure took form.Zerathos.This time, everyone seemed to feel the evil in him as the rebels shivered and cowered in fear.But Darius? His face instantly drained of color because he wasn't the one who had just issued that command, it was Zerathos.A ferocious growl left Xander immediately. “Don’t you dare—”“Kill her,” Zerathos repeated, his voice as soft as silk and was filled with malice.Darius took a step back, s
Ava's povI took a step closer, ignoring the heavy exhaustion in my limbs from the large amount of energy I had just used. “Darius, listen to me. You have to fight him.”He gasped, his body jerking violently. “I—”But then Zerathos took control again.Darius’ lips curled into a smirk that wasn’t his. “Oh, how sweet.”The shadows surged forward again, this time they spread like wildfire across the ground. The rebels screamed as the darkness rushed towards them, some scrambled to run while others remained rooted in their spot, frozen by terror.Xander growled, stepping in front of me again.“Enough of this,” he snarled. “Face me yourself, Zerathos. Or are you so weak that you have to hide behind my mate’s brother?”The dark god laughed. A sound that was weird, hollow and made the air feel heavy, pressing down on me.“You think I’m hiding?” he said, voice filled with amusement. “No, dear sweet Alpha King. This is only the beginning.”With a wave of his hand, more darkness spilled out. I
Ava's povI watched as his eyes slowly fluttered open, they were filled with confusion at first as he looked around the tent.Then his gaze finally landed on me.“Ava?” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper since it had been a while since he spoke.Relief washed over me so hard that I nearly fainted out of shock. “You're awake.” I breathed.He groaned, pressing a hand to his forehead. “What… happened?”I sighed. “Zerathos.”His entire body tensed. I could sense that the memories were flooding back in. Our talk, the possession and his fight.His hands curled into fists. “He’ll kill me.”“We won’t let him. I won't.”He let out a dry, bitter, empty laugh. “You don’t understand. I belonged to him. I was his second-in-command, one of his most trusted. If he finds out I survived, he won’t just kill me—he’ll make me wish I was dead.”My chest aches at the deep fear in his voice. I had never heard my brother sound like that before. It was terrible.I reached out and held his hand. “Com
Ava's povLater that day, my father had suggested that we return back to the house because my mother was worried and we needed to have a conversation as a family with Darius.The ride back to my parents’ house was filled with heavy, thick silence. My father led the way, I could see the tension in his shoulders, Darius kept his head down and didn't utter a word while gripping his horse’s reins tightly. Xander rode next to me, his eyes watching our surroundings and his body was still tense, ready to spring into action at any moment.Darius and his men may have sworn the oath and taken outside but that didn't erase the past. It didn't erase the countless bodies that they have left in their wake, the families that had been destroyed by their actions. It most certainly wasn't going to change the hatred that both humans and werewolves alike had for them.”“We should hurry,” my father murmured, breaking the silence. “I don't want it to get too dark before we arrive so that your mother won't
Darius' POVI have seen men die before. In countless different ways.Some went out screaming until their voice was raw and their throat burned. Others went out silent, their eyes were lifeless before their body even hit the ground. I have seen warriors break, the light of hope dimming from their eyes as the shadows took over.And yet, through it all, I remained by Zerathos' side, unflinching and loyal to the cause. I always obeyed.I had killed innocent people both young and old because I thought it was right. It was just.Now, sitting at my parents’ dinner table, surrounded by the family I had abandoned long ago, I realized something.I had never been more afraid in my life than I was at this very moment.I wasn't afraid of zerathos not the war. I was afraid of them. My family.I was scared of their judgement and hatred.But worst of all? Their disappointment.****After the Silverclaw alpha and warriors left, the house fell silent. We were back at the dining table. My father sat acr
Ava's povThe cold was harsh as it bit through my skin and down to my bones,but I barely felt it. I was on a walk because I needed to clear my head with everything that was happening.I had spent my childhood in this land. I would spend hours walking through these woods with frostbitten, stiff fingers and toes due to my weak cloak and an empty stomach. I would dream about a life where I didn't have to worry about my next meal, the selection or werewolves in general.Now, here I was again. Not as the weak girl who had been dragged away from her family during the selection but as the mate to the alpha king, the queen Luna, a warrior and direct descendant of the moon goddess.I inhaled deeply, letting the cold fill my lungs and settle there. The sound of snow crunching underneath my boots was soothing as a sneeze of nostalgia washed over me.It was peaceful. But it was a facade, the war was nearing and one day, this may all be burnt down to the ground. I welcomed the peace even though I
Rowan's POVThe room erupted like wildfire.Voices rose from every corner—sharp, angry, confused. All talking above each other. It was total and utter chaos, one that I could barely keep up with.“She’s a traitor!”“She could compromise the entire battle plan! If she hasn't already!”“We cannot risk this! Not again!”“We gave Magnus mercy, and look where that got us—bloodshed and betrayal!”I tried to breathe, but the walls of the war room felt like they were closing in, every shout a dagger being driven deeper into my skull.Magnus.They kept bringing up Magnus.A man I had stood beside for years. A man we’d all trusted until the moment he shattered that trust with fire and treason.Xander had killed him.And now… they wanted to know why Lyra was different.Because she’s not him, my mind screamed.“She’s his blood!” one of the alphas—Alpha Alaric of Thornspike—shouted across the room. “She carries royal lineage. If she defects permanently, that’s not just betrayal—it’s treason from w
Rowan's POVThe war room was quieter than usual.It wasn’t for lack of people—everyone who mattered was present. All the alphas from the allied packs, their Lunas, council members, and trusted generals sat or stood in the circular stone chamber, murmuring and glancing at one another. A map of the Shadow Forge was pinned to the center of the strategy table, surrounded by half-filled goblets of wine and war plans scribbled on paper.But the air was thick with something heavier than war.Betrayal.Lyra.My sister.I sat to the right of Xander, who looked like he hadn’t slept all night. His hands were folded in front of him, jaw locked tight, dark circles shadowing his eyes. I knew that look. He was barely holding himself together.I wasn’t doing much better.Lyra.The name echoed inside my skull like a curse I couldn’t shake. My twin. My mirror. I knew her movements like I knew my own. Or at least I thought I did.Until she vanished into the shadows.Until she had failed the test Xander
Ava's povThe moonlight filtered into our chamber through the talk windows. Everything was quiet. Too quiet.Outside, the war continued in subtle ways—strategy, training, whispers of what the warriors were anticipating—but in here, all I could hear was the sound of the crickets chirping and Xander’s shallow breathing.He sat at the edge of the bed, his shoulders hunched forward, elbows rested on his knees. It hurt to see him this way with his back hunched forward like the weight of the world was resting there.And maybe it did.I sat up slowly, watching him for a moment, giving him space. His hands were clasped tightly together, knuckles white. His jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle twitch beneath his skin.“Xander,” I said softly, barely a whisper.He didn’t turn to me.After a while he spoke but his voice sounded distant and hoarse. “I was twelve when my mother died,” he said. “The day after Lyra and Rowan were born.”My heart clenched, and I silently pulled the blanket tig
Rowan's POVI had always believed that silence was a thing to fear.Growing up, silence in the castle often meant danger. It meant tension. It meant something unspoken was brewing in the shadows waiting to come to light.But tonight, sitting on the floor of my chamber with Kaida beside me—her presence comforting, her hand still clasping mine— the silence wasn’t suffocating.After the tears had dried up and the storm in my chest had calmed down, I found myself simply staring at kaida.I never understood the comfort people spoke about from their mates but I had always dreamt of it and now that I tasted it, I craved it more than anythingI had cried like a boy, and she hadn’t said anything. Hadn’t judged. Hadn’t pulled away.She stayed.That meant more than any words.The candle on my desk has burnt halfway down, casting soft shadows and golden glow on her. Her eyes were one of the features I loved so much about her, it was filled with so much warmth right now and suddenly the pain in my
Rowan's POVI didn’t hear a word after the fifth report.Voices droned on and on around the table—Kael’s updates on border sweeps, Vanessa detailing the shift changes, Ava quietly offering insight on ward security. Xander stood at the head, his expression unreadable, sharp as a blade. But me?I was gone.Somewhere else.Somewhere quieter. Somewhere before.Before the scarf. Before the disappearance. Before the betrayal.Before I had to live with the idea that my twin—my twin—might have been feeding our enemy.Lyra.I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palm. The hollow ache in my chest wasn’t just grief. It was a storm. Rumbling and growing. It would soon be unleashed.But not yet.I stood up abruptly. “Excuse me,” I muttered, stepping away from the table without waiting for permission. No one stopped me. Not even Xander. Not even Ava.They understood.Gods, they understood.I walked through the stone halls of Ashville’s war camp like a ghost. The same walls that had once b
Xander's povShe said nothing.Kael stepped between us, disbelief written across his face. “That’s not possible.”“I didn’t want to believe it either,” I said quietly. “But the scouts confirmed it. The moment I saw where the enemy had moved, I knew.”Vanessa’s mouth parted. “You…”“I trusted you, you're my little sister.” I said to Lyra, my voice low. “I cared for you. Protected you. Ava healed you when we rescued you from Magnus. And you sold us out.”She took a single step back.Not to flee.To think.To decide what mask to wear next.But I saw past all of them now.“What did he offer you?” I asked. “Power? Freedom?”Lyra didn’t respond. Her jaw clenched and her hands trembled slightly at her sides.Kaida moved toward her, her wolf rising beneath her skin. “Tell us the truth. Now.”Lyra closed her eyes.And then she whispered, “I was trying to protect you.”That made it worse.Because it meant she’d convinced herself that was the truth.I shook my head. “Guards.”The doors opened.B
Xander's povTrust.It was the cornerstone of any kingdom.If removed it could send the whole thing to the ground.And right now, mine was crumbling.I stared at all my closest allies in front of me and the paper I had laid out, the voice from earlier whispered something one last time.“Time’s up.”The words still echoed in my mind. They weren’t just a threat — they were a promise. A deadline.And someone I trusted was the one who started the clock.I’d fought wars. I’d bled for my people. I’d made peace with nightmares and walked beside the moon-blessed and the cursed alike.But betrayal?That was a different kind of war.It wasn’t just swords and strategy.It was the whispers behind closed doors. The lies disguised as loyalty. The deadly smiles masked as sweet and kind ones.And this time, I would not be caught unaware.Magnus had betrayed me once, I wouldn't let anyone else catch me off guard so I had a plan.The plan was simple.Too simple, maybe — but that’s what made it brillian
Xander's pov"Choose."That word hadn’t left my mind ever since I had read it. Since Kael handed me the white piece of bone wrapped in a bloodied material.I didn't even want to think about whose body the bone might have been pulled out from.The bone was now sitting on the war table in front of me, staring at me. The letters hadn't been carved with pure intent, the disorganized manner let me know that the sender was a malicious psycho.Choose.But choose what?Ava sat beside me earlier, trying to calm me. She was still recovering and wanted to be by my side at all times which is the only reason why I let her be in the war room right now. She whispered that it was a trick or taunt by Zerathos to just destabilize me. But I knew better, it wasn't a threat to me.I knew the difference between threats and messages.This was anm message but it wasn't meant for me as far as I could guess but I didn't rule out the possibility that it might.I got up from the table and began to pace across th
Xander's povWe came back like falling stars.One second, I was surrounded by light, clutching Ava’s hand in the fading light of the Veil’s magic—and the next, we slammed into the physical world with a pulse of air that sent every candle in the room flickering out.Gasps echoed.A crash sounded as Kael knocked over his chair in shock.Weapons were drawn.But I didn’t see any of it.All I saw was her.Ava collapsed into me the moment we hit the floor. Her body trembled with the weight of everything that had just happened, and I caught her before she hit the cold stone. I didn’t let go.Not for a second.She felt real now. Warm. Breathing. Alive.And yet, I was afraid to blink. Afraid that if I did, I’d open my eyes and find myself still in that cursed veil with Zerathos’ laughter ringing in my ears.“Ava,” I breathed, my voice cracking around the edges.Her face was pale, streaked with sweat, her lips parted as if she was still struggling to draw breath. She blinked slowly, dazed, like