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
Xander's povAva didn't really talk much after coming back from her walk but I could tell that she was angry about something.The entire family was still trying to deal with everything that had been thrown their way so I decided to give them space by going on a walk in the evening.The cold night air bit into my skin as I walked further into Silverclaw. I wore a cloak to cover my head so that I wouldn't get recognized and to combat the cold.The village was alive with the sound of singers, merchants closing their shops, people having conversations and the occasional sound of fire burning wood.As I got closer to the pack house, something felt off.The air here held a tension different from the one at the market. It made me uneasy and the hair at the back of my neck stood up.Then I heard it.A firm commanding voice.I ducked behind a pillar, my footsteps silent against the snow covered ground. In front of the pack house stood warriors, armed to the teeth in front of Gregor.I ducked f
Xander's povMy muscles tensed instantly, ready to attack. I saw Ava's father grab a kitchen knife from the counter, Darius finally got up from his pity corner and stood protectively in front of his mother.Ava and I exchanged a glance.Slowly, I moved to the door and pulled it open—just enough to see who stood there.Sylvia.I clenched my jaw and sighed in relief at the same time. Gregor hadn't arrived but I dreaded seeing Sylvia.She stood on the little porch, her arms wrapped around herself, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Her eyes flickered to be, she swallowed before it moved behind me, to Ava.Eyes locked on Ava, she said. “I need to come with you.”Ava scoffed, crossing her arms. “Not a chance.”Sylvia scowled. “I don’t think you understand, Ava. If Gregor finds out I used to be your friend, I’ll be in danger too.”Ava let out a bitter laugh. “Used to be my friend? You mean before you spat in my face and threw me out of your life like I want nothing? Before you slept with
Xander's povThe stable was quiet as we slipped in, no one was in sight beside the animals. The only sound that could be heard occasionally was the neighing of the horses.We moved quickly and quietly, making sure not to make a sound. Ava gently placed a hand on one of the horses and whispered softly to it, the animal who had initially tensed upon her touch, immediately realized and exhaled gently through its nose.Darius and Thomas— Ava's father—worked quickly in loosening the reins and adjusting the saddles.“Move faster.” I muttered.Ava had already mounted the horse she had whispered to, her movement was effortless despite the obvious exhaustion on her face from the cloaking spell she held over all of us.Darius helped Ava's mom mount another horse and then a mouse echoed through the stable making us freeze.A soft thud on snow.I turned sharply and watched as the stable door opened. I looked back at Ava. “Xander—”There was no time, I swung onto the horse nearest to me. “Go! Now!
Ava's povBy the time we entered Xander’s chambers, my legs felt like lead. I collapsed onto the bed, sighing loudly as I buried my face in the pillows.Xander chuckled, it didn't sound like his usual one, this one carried so much exhaustion in it. “I thought you might want to take a bath first._“I do,” I mumbled. “Just… let me lay here for a second.”I felt the bed dip beside me as he sat down. His fingers brushed against my arm, sending tingles through my body. I missed this.“I know today was a lot. In fact, this past week.” he murmured.I turned my head to look at him. “It’s only going to get worse, isn’t it?”His lips pressed into a thin line. “Probably.”I sighed, rolling onto my back. “Then let’s enjoy this moment while it lasts.”His expression softened. He leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead. “I agree.”For a few minutes, we just laid there. No talking. No strategizing. Just existing. Enjoying each other's presence.But the world wasn't going to wait for us to be r
Xander's povThe chants outside grew louder as their anger echoed through the kingdom."Execute the traitor!"The words drilled itself into my brain like a hammer hitting a nail. I needed to think fast. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to do so.I looked at Ava who stood frozen by the window, her hands clenched into fists. I could feel the panic in her through the bond. This wasn't easy on her, she knew that my people's reactions were valid, given what Darius had done to them but she couldn't turn her back on her own blood.Rowan was the first to break the silence. “Well… this is a big mess.”“No shit.” Kael muttered.Lyra cursed under her breath, walking away from the window and back to the table. “How did word spread so fast? It's barely even an hour, that's more than half of the pack out there right now.”Kaida signed something quickly, her expression unreadable.“She said someone must have leaked it,” Rowan translated. “Which means—”“It must have been the guards and warriors
Ava's povI wasn’t sure how to feel about this.I had seen the destruction he had caused. The lives he had taken. And yet, I knew him. I could see the regret and torment in his eyes.But would that be enough? Would it ever be enough?****The next day..The morning was beautiful but it did nothing to soothe me as we walked to the training ground. There were a lot more warriors there than usual, their cold, I forgiven eyes locked on Darius as we walked in.He walked and stood in the center of the field, his shoulders tense, jaw clenched. He had always been a skilled fighter before he joined the rebellion so I wasn't scared about him not knowing how to fight, however, I wasn't sure how good his skills were when up against werewolves.The rest of us stood by the edge of the ring. Rowan crossed his arms as he stared at Darius. “I slept over it and I still don't trust him.”Lyra smiled.“That makes two of us.”Kael cracked his knuckles. “Three.”Vanessa scoffed. “Four.”Kaida signed somethi
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