VALERIAâS POVA young wolf was assigned to show me around the area. He was barely out of his teens, lanky but with a spark of confidence in his gait. I assumed they chose him to make me feel at ease. His youth and demeanor exuded a sense of safety. The rest of the wolves had stayed back at the dilapidated cabin, likely to discuss my arrival.The boy introduced himself as Colin. He seemed eager to talk, and I was eager to learn about this peculiar pack.âSo, Colin,â I began hesitantly, not wanting to seem intrusive. âHow long have you all been staying here? I didnât know rogues could form their own packs.âHe looked at me with an amused grin, his bright eyes reflecting an innocence that seemed rare among wolves who lived on the fringes. âWeâre not a proper pack,â he said, a hint of pride in his voice. âWeâre just a group of wolves who stick together. And we havenât been here long. We move around a lot.ââMove around? That must be difficult,â I said, genuinely curious. âIsnât it hard to
VALERIAâS POVThe evening air in The Haven was surprisingly warm, filled with the soft murmur of voices and the occasional crackle of the fire. I stood near the makeshift cooking area, watching as the pack members gathered to eat the simple meal I had prepared. My nerves buzzed as I observed their reactions, waiting for any signs of disapproval or criticism.But the moment they took their first bites, I saw itâthe subtle nods, the satisfied hums, and the faint smiles that lit up their faces. They liked it. A wave of relief washed over me, followed quickly by a flicker of pride. It was a simple dish, nothing extravagant as if we didnât have enough resources. I prepared a vegetable stew and also added mushrooms to make it more filling.For the first time in years, I wasnât cooking out of obligation or fear of punishment. I wasnât cooking because someone demanded it. I was doing it because I wanted to.âValeria, this is amazing!â one of the younger wolves, a girl named Lila, exclaimed wi
VALERIAâS POVIt was my first day of training, and I could already feel my nerves fraying. I knew it was going to hurtâphysically, mentally, and emotionally. But I had no choice. I am glad that Elijah already decided that I needed training, and I do need it.I canât even defend myself.I arrived at the training ground, which was more of a clearing in the forest than any organized training space. The ground was uneven, littered with roots and patches of grass that had been trampled into dirt. Unlike the pristine training arenas Iâd imagined, this was wild, raw, and unstructuredâmuch like the wolves who called this place home.The others were already there, sparring. But it wasnât the orderly, one-on-one matches Iâd heard about in structured packs. This was chaos. Five or six wolves at a time clashed in the center, fists and feet flying in what looked more like a brawl than a training session. It was a flurry of dodges, punches, and grapples, with no clear rules or structure. They were
VALERIAâS POVThe moment I felt the crushing weight of my opponent's arms around my neck, I knew I was at my limit. My vision blurred, dark spots danced before my eyes, and every muscle in my body screamed in agony. But I couldnât give upânot here, not now. Not after Elijahâs taunt about my soul accepting slavery. I had fought too hard to leave one cage behind; I refused to step into another, even if it was of my own making.A scream erupted from deep within me, a raw, primal sound I didnât recognize. It tore through my throat, growing louder and louder until it became deafening even to my own ears.The arms around me slackened and then fell away completely. My knees hit the ground, but I barely registered the impact. Gasping for air, I turned to face my attacker, only to find not just him, but everyoneâwolves and spectators alikeâwrithing on the ground. Their hands clutched at their heads, faces twisted in pain, as if they were being torn apart from the inside.âWhatâs happening?â I
Valeriaâs POVThe tension in the air was thick, pressing down on me as Tony stood in my path, his broad shoulders blocking my way. His sharp eyes bore into mine, and I could feel the weight of his judgment even before he spoke.âWhat are you doing, Tony?â I asked, my voice wavering despite my attempt to sound steady.He didnât answer my question. Instead, his gaze narrowed, and he countered with one of his own. âWhere do you think youâre going?âHis words were sharp, cutting through the fragile resolve I had managed to muster. Still, I held my ground, clutching my bag tightly as if it were the only thing tethering me to reality.âA safe place,â I said softly, but firmly. âSomewhere far away. Because as long as Iâm here, this place wonât be safe for any of you.âTony crossed his arms over his chest, his stance unyielding. âAnd you get to decide that?âI swallowed hard, the storm of guilt and fear inside me threatening to spill over. âDonât you see what happened? Chaos has somehow follo
VAKERIA'S POVâGoing somewhere?â a low, mocking voice drawled from above me, its tone soaked in malice.My heart pounded against my ribs as I thrashed against the weight pinning me to the ground. My hands clawed at the dirt beneath me, but it was no use. Whoever this was, they were stronger, fasterâand clearly not here for a friendly chat.âLet me go!â I hissed, forcing as much defiance into my voice as I could muster. Fear, however, laced my tone, betraying my bravado.A dark chuckle echoed above me, and I felt the unwelcome sensation of their breath near my ear. âYou think weâd just let you leave? Not after what you did.ââI didnât mean toââ I began, but my words were cut off as a rough hand clamped around my arm, yanking me upright with a force that left me staggering.Blinking against the blur of movement, I found myself face-to-face with my attacker. The moonlight barely filtered through the thick canopy above, but it was enough to make out his faceâa face I recognized. He wasnât
VALERIAâS POVâI told you to stay. Then why did you leave?â a voice echoed, soft yet commanding.I turned sharply, my heart racing at the familiar tone. The surroundings shimmered into focusâa celestial expanse of soft silver light and endless horizons. Standing before me, radiant and impossibly serene, was the Moon Goddess herself.âSo it was you?â I asked, my voice trembling with both awe and confusion.âWho else could it be?â she replied, a faint smile gracing her lips.For a moment, I was speechless. My thoughts swirled in a chaotic storm of disbelief and questions, but I forced myself to focus. âI thoughtâĶ I thought I was just hearing voices. I thought I was going crazy.âShe shook her head, her luminous presence exuding both kindness and authority. âNo, Valeria. My intention was to guide you, not drive you away. But you, my child, have a habit of runningâfrom situations, from yourself.âI winced at her words. They stung because they were true. âI didnât want to hurt them,â I whi
VALERIAâS POVâBut how? I thought they killed everyone,â I said, my voice trembling as reality sank in. My mind reeled, trying to make sense of what Elijah was saying.He shook his head, his expression grave but unwavering. âNot here,â he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.He turned and started walking away, his strides purposeful. I hesitated for a moment before following silently, my heart pounding in my chest. My thoughts were a chaotic jumble, questions pressing against my lips, but I held them back until we were alone.As soon as we were far enough from the others, I couldnât contain myself any longer. âElijah,â I said, my voice low but insistent. âHow is it possible? And why donât I remember you?âHe stopped abruptly, turning to face me. For a moment, his dark eyes bore into mine, and I could see a storm of emotions swirling behind themâgrief, anger, and something else I couldnât quite place.âBecause itâs a different story,â he began, his voice heavy with the w
VALERIAâS POVRiven left, but I stayed.Her words echoed in my mind, a quiet reminder of the truth I needed to accept.I need to change the way I think.All of this was meant to be.Dimitriâs death. The battle. The bloodshed.I had to take revenge. It was supposed to happen one way or another.I couldnât blame myselfânot anymore.But I couldnât stay here either.This place, these walls, this landâthey would always remind me of what happened.Still, I couldnât just walk away without a final goodbye.I had to make things right. I had to set everything straight.________________________________________By the time I returned to the pack, the battlefield was nearly cleared.The royal traitors had been dealt with.The Alphas who had dared to cross Riven were handcuffed in silver and being loaded into vans. I had no doubt she would deal with them personally.I walked toward the packhouse, my heart steady but my mind restless.I wasnât sure what I expected, but when I stepped inside, I was m
VALERIAâS POVDimitri was dead.His lifeless body lay still, surrounded by the very people he had tormented and betrayed.And yetâI didnât feel victorious.I didnât feel like a hero.Instead, a sharp, twisting knot of dread and guilt settled deep inside me, like a festering wound that refused to heal.I should have felt relief. Peace.But all I felt wasâĶEmpty.A murderer.I had taken a life.Yes, it was justified. Yes, it was necessary. Yes, he deserved it.But that didnât make it any easier.My gaze flickered toward Magnar. His lips were pressed together in a firm line, his golden eyes locked onto Dimitriâs body. I saw the shine of unshed tears, the war between grief and justice playing out in real time.I turned away.I couldnât look at him.I couldnât look at any of them.The weight of their stares, their unspoken expectations, was suffocating me.The world blurred as my breathing grew shallow. My heartbeat pounded against my ribs. I had to get out of here.I took a step backâthen
VALERIAâS POVThe battlefield was silent.Not because the war was overâBut because they were waiting.Waiting for me to finish what Dimitri started.I stared down at him, breathing heavily, my heart hammering in my chest.Rivenâs voice sliced through the silence, low and certain.âDonât show any mercy this time, Valeria. Your friends are safeâhe has nothing against you now.âAnd just like thatâMy hesitation disappeared.The weight I had been carrying, the fear, the second-guessingâit all vanished.I turned my head slightly, catching sight of Magnar.He stood there, his arms tense at his sides, his jaw locked.His expression was unreadable, but his eyesâĶThey were conflicted.He may have accepted this fate, may have severed the final tie with the man who raised him, but I knewâwatching this wouldnât be easy for him.I exhaled slowly and met his gaze.âYou should look away,â I told him. âThis is going to be painful for you to watch.âBut he didnât move.Didnât blink.Didnât turn away.
VALERIAâS POVI had never seen a vampire in my life.Not in person.Not until now.And suddenly, we were surrounded by them.Their presence was undeniableâan eerie, otherworldly force that sent shivers down my spine. Their sharp features, their glowing red eyes, the way they moved so effortlessly, like shadows given form.Riven is associated with vampires?Wow.I had heard whispers about her, of course. Rumors that she had ties beyond the werewolf realm. That she had even visited the fae kingdom.I never believed it.But now?Nothing seemed impossible when it came to Riven.And honestlyâĶ good for her.If anyone could command respect across different species, it was the woman standing before us with that annoyingly confident smirk.Dimitri, however, didnât share my thoughts.His face twisted in pure rage, his lips pulling back over his teeth as he snarled at the newcomers.âVampires are abominations! They are not allowed on my land! This is exactly why you should never have been queen,
VALERIAâS POVâNoââI lunged forward, my heart slamming against my ribs like a war drum.But I was too late.Dimitriâs fingers slammed down on the button, his smirk widening as if he had already won.For a split second, my world froze.I braced myself, every muscle in my body tightening. I knew what was comingâpoison.A gas so lethal it would seep into the lungs of everyone around us, burning them from the inside, turning them into lifeless corpses before they could even scream.The end.I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the sting, the suffocating burn, the chaosâButâĶNothing happened.I snapped my eyes open, my breath catching in confusion.The arena was still there. The ground hadnât turned into a graveyard.The warriors, the royals, everyone was still standing.For a moment, even Dimitri looked stunned.His hand trembled over the button, his eyes darting wildly across the battlefield as if expecting bodies to drop at any second.Nothing.No poison.No death.No victory for him.
VALERIAâS POVThe battlefield still burned with chaos, but in this moment, my world narrowed down to only three peopleâDimitri, Riven, and myself.Dimitri stood a few feet away, blood dripping from his nose, his fury barely contained. He was no longer the composed, manipulative mastermind. No. I had managed to push him into desperation.And Riven?She was watching me intently, her violet eyes sharp as she slowly began to understand what I was about to do.I turned my gaze back to Dimitri and smirked.âYou know, Dimitri,â I called out to him, my voice clear over the noise of the battle, âyou missed one crucial detail about Moonbound wolves.âDimitri clenched his jaw. He wasnât in the mood for games.But Riven, oh, she was.âI would love to know what it is,â she drawled, amusement flickering across her face.âI donât care,â Dimitri snapped at the same time.I chuckled darkly. âOh, but you should, Dimitri. You see, youâve spent so much time obsessing over your revenge, your plans, and co
VALERIAâS POVI donât know what came over me.One moment, I was staring at Riven, knowing Dimitriâs command had sealed my fate.The next, I was turning against him.All the energy I had been gathering, all the rage, the frustration, the helplessnessâI redirected it.Not at Riven.At him.A blinding surge of power exploded from my hands, aimed straight at Dimitri.It hit him dead center.The force of my attack sent him flying backward, ripping him from the ceremonial platform. He crashed hard onto the stone floor below, a thunderous impact shaking the entire arena.Gasps echoed around me.A thick cloud of dust and debris rose from where Dimitri had landed, swirling in the air like a storm brewing around us. The weight of my attack had thrown him back with such force that the ceremonial platform itself trembled from the impact.For a heartbeat, all I could hear was the ringing in my ears and the shallow gasps of those who had witnessed what I had just done.Then, movement.I wasnât give
VALERIAâS POVThe moment the signal came, I ran.The battle raged around me, the air thick with the scent of blood, smoke, and something far more sinisterâDimitriâs victory.His forces were overwhelming, tearing through the opposition like a wildfire, precise and merciless. The royals who had sided with him played their part well, cutting down anyone who dared to challenge their authority.This was his battlefield.His game.And I was just a piece he had moved into place.By the time I reached the throne, I expected to see panic, desperationâfear.But Riven sat there calmly, her posture regal, her gaze surveying the chaos below with a detached sort of curiosity.As if she were merely watching a performance rather than witnessing the fall of her kingdom.âSo, youâre here to kill me.â She stated with a sigh.She didnât sound afraid.Not even surprised.I faltered for a moment. She knew?âYou knew?â I asked, disbelief coating my voice.She turned her head slightly, her golden eyes meetin
MAGNARâS POVThe Queen followed my gaze.She saw it too.The fear in Valeriaâs eyes.The helplessness clinging to her like a shroud.Rivenâs expression remained unreadable, but something flickered in her gazeâunderstanding.âHmmâĶ interesting,â she muttered under her breath, her tone thoughtful, calculated. Then, without missing a beat, she turned her attention back to the gathered audience.She took a single step forward, commanding absolute silence.âAs the reigning Queen, I declare the trials complete,â her voice rang out, powerful and unshaken. âMagnar has proven himself worthy through strength, strategy, and wisdom. He has shown that he is capable of leading not only his pack but making the hard choices necessary for the greater good.âThe crowd erupted in cheers.Pride swelled in my chest, but a weight still pressed against me. Something wasnât right. I could still feel Valeriaâs gaze, though I couldnât find her in the sea of people.Queen Riven turned to face me once more.âI ho