Ava's povThe castle was silent, everyone was asleep and so should I have been, yet here I was following a strange voice and glow.Very dumb. I thought but still went on.As I rounded the corner, I was met with a long dark hallway. I had never been in this part of the castle and wanted to turn back the way I had come until I saw the glow again.I kept following the glow as it led me through a series of hallways, deeper into the castle. There weren't even guards stationed in these parts which was odd because they were stationed in every other part of the castle.As I rounded the next corner, the glow suddenly disappeared.“What the…” I muttered under my breath.I turned to look at the way I had just come from and the hallway was filled with darkness, daunting and frightening.I was lost.“What do I do? I shouldn’t have followed it.” I said in confusion and slight fear.There were windows in this hallway which let in light from the glow of the moon. Hesitantly, I walked further into it
Ava's povWhat I read was far different from the take I knew. The scroll talked about betrayals, secret alliances, villages burnt down and innocent people that were slaughtered.It wasn't by the enemy that we had all grown up knowing— the humans, but by the werewolves themselves.My stomach twisted the more I read. The werewolves hadn't fought for survival rather they had planned and caused the chaos, killing thousands to be the dominating race.They lied about it all. They changed history to benefit them, they painted themselves as noble survivors who had to do what they needed to survive. They buried the atrocities they had committed.The scroll mentioned names I didn't know, leaders who had made the ultimate decision that led to the death of thousands. My hands trembled as I turned the pages, it described the brutal tactics they used, merciless strategies that were created.Now I understood the warning written on the door as the weight of the truth pressed down on me.I kept readin
Ava's pov After taking my bath, I sat on my bed and thought about everything I had discovered. The truth plagued my mind, I had always known that the werewolves were monsters but this took things to a whole new level. Does Xander know? I wondered. He could know or not. The chamber looked like it hadn't been used in ages, I doubt he knew. He seemed to believe what he was raised with. Regardless, that doesn't make him innocent in all this. I hadn't seen or heard from him all day, not sure why that bothered me instead of making me happy. Madam Mary. I stood up so fast that the world spun around me. Once steady, I grabbed my shoes, put them on and headed out the door. I still wore my maid's outfit because I wasn't sure I was allowed to wear anything else. I had a mission: find Madame Mary and talk about the offer she had given me when I first arrived. Joining the humans in whatever they had planned. I wasn't entirely sure what this said plan entails but now that I was hea
Ava's pov“No.”“Because you've got this… fire in you. Burning hot and that's the kind of spirit we need if we are ever going to be free from the werewolves.” She continued. “I'm sure you've heard whispers about the rebellion, no?”“Yes, just a little bit. There is some tension between the humans and werewolves so it was bound to happen.” I replied.My mind flashed back to the truth I knew but I bit my tongue.Madame Mary let out a dry laugh. “Some tension? That's putting it lightly, dear. There is a full on war brewing between both races. We are tired of being treated like tools or livestock ready to be used and discarded as these monsters please. We've had enough.”I remained silent as she spoke.“The storm has gathered and is slowly moving towards us. Once the time is right, it will be a downpour. We want a change and we will get it, at all cost.”My heart skipped a beat, it was a lot more intense than I had imagined. “How long has the rebellion been going on?”“Years, child.” Mada
Ava's POVHe held my hand firmly yet gently as he led me down a series of hallways. He moved fast so I didn't have time to memorize all the hallways and corners we rounded.He was tense. I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. His eyes were fixed ahead, determined.I wonder where he's taking me. I thought.We walked past servants occasionally, humans and omegas alike. Although they dropped their gaze as we walked past them, I could feel their eyes burning into my back once they were behind us.A fresh set of whispers would start, that's certain but Zander didn't seem to notice or care as he focused on the path ahead.Finally, we got to a secluded part of the castle. This part was a bit different from the others, the walls were painted a beige color, it has a lot of potted plants and windows that let in the light from the sun.This part was more feminine, it felt ethereal. He took a deep breath then reached out and pushed the door open.My breath hitched at the sight befor
Xander's povI watched as different emotions went through her until it finally settled on confusion. “What exactly does the prophecy say? What is my role in all this? Is that why you brought me here?”“Yes,” I admitted. “Because you needed to see this. I wanted to see what would happen. Do you know what roses mean?”She shook her head.“Roses signify balance and harmony. According to history, when a petal shatters it means chaos is near but when it stands firm, healthy and shines it means there's hope.”There was more to Ava than meets the eye, my mind traveled back to what had happened in the morning.I woke up determined to get answers and there was only one place I could get it, the oracle. Oracles are a few people blessed by the moon goddess with the ability to see visions.I walked down the path leading to her house, it was one I knew very well but hadn't walked through in years. She loved being away from the bustling activities of the pack, she settled deep in the forest remaini
Xander's pov “Guide her through everything. She doesn't know who she truly is but she will find out soon and when that time comes, she will need you more than ever.” The oracle finished. I gave her a nod, Ava was now my top priority. This was a serious duty that I had to uphold. “Is there any other thing I should know?” The oracle hesitated, her eyes went blank for a second before she returned and searched my face. “There is one thing, betrayal. The prophecy talks about a great betrayal which will test the bond between you and Ava. Be vigilant, Zander. You must not let this betrayal get between you both, note everyone wants to see this prophecy come to pass.” I felt the weight of her warning settle on me. “Thank you.” I said, standing up. She rose from her seat as well then pulled me into a warm hug. I have been so busy over the years and rarely came to visit her, I missed this. “Be strong and brave, my child. The road ahead is a rocky one and won't be easy to get through b
Vanessa's pov The pain was a constant reminder of what Xander did to me. My arm had healed but it was scarred, an injury caused by an alpha never goes away completely. The scar may be small on the outside but inside— in my pride, it was longer and ran deeper. The incident didn't just cause me a physical injury it also caused me my standing in the pack, the humiliation was great. He chose her. A human, over me. The thought alone made my blood boil. Ava was a weak and insignificant creature who had crawled her way into the pack and was beginning to leech on it and the first person she latched onto was the alpha. My alpha. I paced in my room as I thought of ways to return the favor for what she did to me. I had to be smart and strategic this time so as not to allow history to repeat itself. They all used to love me but now they had started to whisper and the whispers were growing louder, some pitied me while others mocked me but one thing was constant, they all talked about Ava.
Rowan's POVLyra’s breathing had finally evened out beside me, a soft, steady rhythm that showed that she was finally at ease and I was glad. She didn’t say another word after I wrapped the blanket around her and sat by her side. She didn’t need to.I looked at her, really looked.Her face had lost weight in the past months, the edges sharper now—grief had carved out the softness she once had so effortlessly. The dark, sunken circles beneath her eyes told me she hadn’t been sleeping much. And even now, in the calm after the war, her body was tense beneath the blanket, like she was ready to spring awake at any given time if someone so much as touched her. .But she had opened up.That alone made something in my chest unclench for the first time in weeks.I tilted my head back, let my eyes gaze up to the stars, but even their beauty felt muted tonight. Everything felt… dulled. Like we’d survived the fire, only to emerge into the ashes.But she talked. She talked.And I’d take that over
Lyra’s POVThe fire had burned down to little fire, and one by one, they drifted off to sleep. Ava had fallen asleep curled against Xander’s chest. Vanessa and Kael were tangled up on a blanket near the edge of the camp, whispering and grinning like the war had never happened and they were in some sort of fairytale. Like they’d known peace all their lives.I was happy and envious of them so I forced myself to look away.Rowan had stayed with me.He always did.By the time the last bit of fire was snuffed and silence had settled over the camp, he rose, wordless, and offered me his hand. I took it, letting him guide me away from the others, deeper into the shadows where the weight of their stares couldn’t follow.We walked to a place in Ashville that we liked. It was a little hill above the camp where the entire land could be seen and the sky felt so close. The stars were particularly bright on that night, I just stood there and took a deep breath.The night air was cold, crisp, almost
Lyra’s povI don't know how long we sat there but I had droned out their conversation as I watched the burning fire. Suddenly, I felt the air shift. It wasn't the regular shift.But this time, it was different.Tense. Sharp.I knew why.I could feel it, their eyes were on me.And they deserved answers.I just wasn’t sure I had the strength to give them.Rowan came even closer, a steady wall beside me, his warmth grounding. He hadn't spoken much, just held my hand quietly under the blanket we shared. It should’ve comforted me more than it did. But the guilt clung to me, curling in my chest like a shadow that refused to be exorcised.I peeped at Ava across the fire, her knees were pulled to her chest, arms loosely wrapped around them. Xander had stood up and was standing just behind her, arms crossed, his gaze unreadable as it flicked from person to person—though it lingered on me more often than not.I was almost certain I could go the night without a word being said. That they’d keep
Lyra’s POVThe crackling of the campfire sounded distant just like the faint sound of voices laughing and talking. Familiar voices. Ones that once meant comfort and strength. Now, they sounded foreign and distant, like echoes bouncing off the thick stone walls of guilt I had built around myself.I sat wrapped in my cloak, hood drawn low, body leaning into Rowan’s side. His warmth was steady, grounding. I could feel his heart through the fabric, steady as a drum, but there was a tension in the way he held me. He didn’t trust me—not entirely. I didn’t blame him.They had every right not to.Ashville was ruined. The war was over. And I had helped start it. They just didn't know that.I didn’t know how to look them in the eyes, not after what I had done.Ava’s laugh echoed through the air, loud and carefree, like birds chirping and singing during the summer. She teased Vanessa about how she once fought her over Xander. Vanessa rolled her eyes but smiled, her fingers tangled with Kael’s. I
Ava's povThe fire crackled in the center of our circle, its warm glow and embers floating up to the dark sky above us. The scent of roasted meat and earth filled the air. It was the first night in what felt like centuries that I didn’t have to look over my shoulder or hold a weapon while I slept.We had won.The war was over. Zerathos was gone alongside his shadows and forge. It was a tough battle but we won in the end and that's all that mattered. The camp was quiet, solemn in places, and slowly coming back to life in others. Rebuilding had started before the ashes were even cold.We’d spent the entire day helping—healing, carrying, burying. Holding hands that trembled with grief. Offering words to those who could still barely believe they’d survived. It was exhausting in a new kind of way—no longer physical, but emotional.And now, for the first time in weeks, we sat around a fire without dread thick in the air. Just six of us. Allies through it all. Survivors of chaos.Ava sat bes
Ava’s POVThe morning after the final battle was a strange kind of quiet. Not silence, exactly—there were still murmurs, the crackle of the early fires, the low sobs of those mourning their fallen, and the laughter of those too happy not to laugh. It was a quiet that came after chaos, the kind that felt borrowed, fragile, as if the world was holding its breath, unsure if the war was truly over.But it was.Zerathos was gone. His shadows had dispersed, leaving behind only the smell of ash and blood.I stood at the edge of the ruins that had once been the main part of our camp, the place where strategy was whispered and sleepless nights were passed in tense silence. Now it was littered with broken weapons, scorched earth, and fat too many lifeless bodies.Kael called out names from a growing list, his voice steady despite the tremble in it. Vanessa stood beside him, her hand in his, as they honored each name with a nod and a moment of silence. Rowan knelt by the body of one of his falle
Ava’s POVLyra was a blur of shadows, her body twisting and jerking with the force of a nightmare that had fully claimed her. Her eyes were two hollow pits of blackness, her once vibrant blue eyes now lost beneath an abyss. The very air around her seemed to tremble with the power of Zerathos’ dark magic, and the wail that tore from her throat was not the sound of her voice anymore. It was something ancient, something malevolent, echoing in the very bones of the earth beneath us.Xander’s blade clashed with hers as she lunged at him again, but there was no recognition in her movements—just raw, unfiltered rage. The Lyra I knew, the sister of Rowan, the one who had laughed with me and shared secrets in the quiet corners of our kingdom, was gone.“Lyra!” Rowan screamed, his voice was raw and hoarse, breaking with the anguish of a twin who had just watched his sibling become something unrecognizable. His voice was a beacon of desperation, but it did nothing to stop the creature she had be
Ava’s POVThe ground trembled beneath our feet as Lyra's form charged toward Xander with unnatural strength, the sound of her shrieking filling the air with an unnatural, bone-chilling shrill. Her movements were too fast, too erratic, her body a twisted mockery of the sister I knew. Her eyes, once silver with kindness, now pulsed with an abyssal blackness—pools of darkness that swallowed any light. She was lost. But I refused to believe it. Not completely. Not yet.“Xander, MOVE!” I shouted, pushing myself forward, my heart hammering against my ribcage. I couldn’t lose him. Not now.Xander barely had time to react before Lyra was upon him, her blades gleaming with malice as they sliced through the air. He barely dodged, the edge of her dagger grazing his shoulder, sending a burst of pain radiating through his body. He growled, backing away, but she was relentless—her speed matched only by the cold fury in her eyes.“No!” I screamed, my voice raw with desperation, but the words were lo
Ava's pov Xander leapt first, ducking low and slashing at Vorthar’s legs. The beast snarled and turned, leaving his side open. That was my cue, I lunged, flipping through the air and slamming both daggers into his back. He screamed, bucking like a bull. I held on until he slammed into the wall, crushing me under his weight. I dropped, breath knocked out of me. But Xander was already there, slicing into Vorthar's arm, forcing him to drop me. I hit the ground and rolled, vision spinning. I’d felt pain before. But this was different. I was using too much light magic too quickly, draining faster than I could replenish. My body wasn’t healing as fast. “Ava!” Xander shouted again. “You okay?” “I’m fine,” I gritted out, but we both knew it was a lie. Vorthar was breathing heavier now. Bleeding, but not enough. “This isn’t working,” I said. “We need something stronger.” “We have something,” Xander said. “The dagger—the one blessed by the gods from the light forge. You st