Ava's povMy mind was still reeling from the shocking revelation of the traitor but I had other important things to focus on as I sat in my dimly lit chamber, the only source of light was the moonlight streaming in from behind my curtains by the window.I sat by my desk with a pen in my hand, poised above the piece of paper in front of me. My heart pounded as I thought of what I was doing, I was taking a risk because if I am caught I would be as good as dead but I needed to do it.I had made up my mind not to get involved with the rebellion again which is why I had tactically evaded Heather and Thomas by spending more time with Xander. But tonight I would need their help.Tonight, I was going to write a letter to Darius because we need to meet. Ever since I saw the symbol on that piece of metal at the bombing site, I have been sick to my stomach at the fact that my brother could cause such destruction.I began to scribble words down on the paper, words that have been swimming in my he
Ava's pov“Don’t play games with me!” I snapped, my voice rising and trembling with anger. “The bomb that killed dozens of innocent people at the pack—wolves and humans alike. I saw the symbol on it, Darius ‘D.’ That was your work, wasn’t it?”Something passed through his eyes. It looked like guilt but he quickly masked it. “I don't know what you're talking about, you must be mistaken.”“Don’t lie to me!” I yelled, my voice echoing through the clearing and the night air. “I know it was you. How could you do something so monstrous? Do you even realize how many lives were lost because of that bomb? How many families were torn apart? How… how many children died? Babies?...” My voice broke as I thought about the last part.Darius pushed off the tree, his expression darkening as he took a step towards me. “You don’t understand, Ava. This war isn’t about one bomb or one attack. It’s about survival and making a stand in this world. The werewolves have oppressed us for centuries, treated us
Ava’s povThey threw me in the dungeons because it was too late and everyone was asleep. The dungeon was colder than the last time I was down there, terrifying memories came flooding back and I shut my eyes to keep them out.The cold air clung to my skin like a second layer, my teeth rattled and my body shivered. They had stripped me of my cloak so I was in nothing but a simple dress.Shadows flickered under the faint glow of the torches lining the walls, they seemed to be reaching out to touch me so I slithered away.I pulled my knees to my chest, the heavy metal cuffs clanking and digging into my skin. It was certainly going to leave a little bruise. I was already walking on eggshells around the werewolves but this time I had broken all the eggshells.I closed my eyes and thought back to everything that had happened. From Darius defending his evil deeds to the ambush and the accusations which have been laid up on me. Darius's words seemed to be true, I would always be a human to the
Xander's povThe silence was deafening as everyone seemed to hold their breath. My eyes scanned the room taking in all their faces, the people I had called my friends, allies, family and leaders. They all stared back at me with a mixture of different expressions on their faces— doubt, fear, anger, hate and disgust.Finally, my eyes returned to Ava. Despite all the words and objects that had been thrown at her, she stood tall and unyielding at the center of the room.Her courage lit a fire in me. I believed her, I had come to learn that we must always trust and rely on each other in the trying times to come. They didn't understand what we were going to face, they didn't know that their only hope was the person they were turning on— the person they wanted to kill.I had to protect her at all costs.I stood up from my throne, releasing more of my alpha power into the room. They needed to remember who they were in front of.“What has become of you all?” I began, keeping my voice steady de
Xander's povMurmurs erupted in the room, ticking me off even more.“Silence!” I roared, voice thundering through the throne room. The murmurs ceased at once, all eyes were wide as they stared at me.“I am ashamed of you people.” I told them with disdain in my voice.“She met with the rebel leader!” Elder Garrick yelled.“To stop him!” I countered. “To save lives! Our lives! Ever since this rebellion started what have any of you done to protect this pack? To protect Lycara? You sit in your comfortable chambers and offices casting judgment while others fight and die for the safety of our people.”I turned to the council of elders, my gaze piercing. “You claim to be the voice of wisdom, the protectors of our traditions. But tell me, what part of our tradition says we should execute the innocent? Where is the wisdom in killing someone who has fought to protect us? How will you justify that?”“You’re risking everything for her.” my father said, his voice low but filled with anger.“No,” I
Xander's povShe took a deep breath, steadying herself. “So imagine my surprise when the rebel leader suddenly picked interest in me and I discovered that it was my brother.” She let out a dry empty laugh.“After the bombing I decided to reach out to him again to see if I could end it all.” Her gaze dropped to our intertwined hands. “That’s why I sent the letter. I wanted to meet him, to talk to him, to convince him to stop.”“And what did he say?” I asked.Her hands clenched into fists. “He’s consumed by hatred, he's too far gone Xander. He blames the wolves for everything— I understand why he would think that way. He wants you guys to pay for every blood you have shed. He believes he’s fighting for justice, but… he’s blinded by his anger.”I nodded slowly, I understood as well. We haven't exactly been the best to humans. “And the bombing? What does he have to do with that? I thought it was the work of the rogues?”Her eyes filled with tears, and she looked away. “The ‘D’ carved on t
Vanessa’s POVHe believed her. He belived the witchI clenched my fists in anger, biting back the urge to scream in frustration. I couldn't believe he asked us to leave and openly challenged his father for her.Ever since Ava walked into our lives she turned our world upside down. She managed to wiggle her way into Xander's heart with little effort yet I have been trying for years and failed.The goddess even exposed her and brought evidence to show that she is against us yet he still defends her. I stormed back into my chambers, slamming the door behind me.My mind raced as I paced and thought about my next move. How could he be so blind? So foolish?The fact that Xander— our alpha king, not just any regular alpha had successfully been deceived by a mere human infuriated me. He was supposed to be strong, decisive, and above all, loyal to his pack. But now, it seemed his loyalty lay elsewhere.With a small scream I threw myself on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I needed to calm dow
Ava’s POVWe sat in silence. The gentle crackle of the fireplace was the only thing that could be heard between us. The weight of what would be done to Darius when he was caught, pressed down hard in my chest. The words remained heavy and inspired.I looked at Xander, he had a faraway look in his eyes. The air around us shifted, it became something more intimate as he lifted his eyes to look at me. Something unreadable flickering in his stormy gray eyes.“What?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Xander exhaled and leaned back into his chair, his finger idly traced lazy patterns on his desk. “I was just thinking,” he murmured. “About us.”A now familiar warmth and tingle went through my body at his words. “What about us?”He looked at me for a moment, studying me. “About our bond. It's not complete yet “My breath hitched. I have been trying my best to avoid this topic for a while because I wasn't sure whether or not I was ready. We had both danced around it, never fully addres
Xander's povThe night was quiet, save for the faint crackling of the fire still burning at the center of camp.But Ava… she had curled up beside me, her head on my shoulder, her fingers gently tucked against my arm. Her breathing slowed sometime between Rowan’s quiet jokes, Vanessa blushing with Kael teasing her and Lyra sitting in silence after her brief confession.She fell asleep there, in the circle of firelight and friends and whispered memories.I couldn’t bear to wake her.So I carried her.Her warmth pressed against my chest as I walked us to the chambers we’d been assigned in the temporary Ashville pack house. The bed was a bit small but clean, sheets tucked in and blankets folded. I laid her down carefully, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek before covering her with the blanket.I wanted to stay awake and watch over her. Zerathos may be gone but he has left a lasting trauma and fear of the shadows. I was scared that if I closed my eyes and opened it I would real
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