VALERIA’S POV
“You did what?” My voice echoed through the trees, louder than I intended, but I couldn’t hold back the frustration bubbling inside me.
Elijah stood a few feet away, arms crossed defensively, but his expression remained calm, like he’d anticipated my reaction. “I know I didn’t discuss it with you, but I had to,” he said, his tone steady, almost too steady, as if trying to justify his actions to himself as much as to me.
“You had to?” I snapped, pacing back and forth as my thoughts spiraled. “Elijah, you could have just returned! There are plenty of places in this forest to find herbs. You didn’t have to… didn’t have to reveal anything!”
My voice cracked on the last word, and I stopped pacing to glare at him. “Do you realize what you’ve done? If Magnar is even half as smart as he thinks he is, he’ll figure it out. He’ll know I&rs
Elijah took a deep breath, his eyes softening slightly as if preparing to explain something heavy. The weight of his gaze settled on me, and I knew whatever he was about to say would change everything. “We’re not going to war—not yet. War is the last resort, and we don’t have the numbers or strength to win a direct fight with Dimitri’s pack. But what we do have…” He paused, his voice steady but purposeful. “…is you.”I blinked, taken aback, the gravity of his words sinking in. “Me?” My voice came out in a whisper, barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “What do you mean?”Elijah leaned forward, his expression as serious as I’d ever seen it. “Valeria, you’re not just another wolf. You’re Moonbound. You have abilities that no one else has, powers that even Dimitri—someone who thrives on control and power—doesn’t know about. That makes you
VALERIA’S POVI woke up earlier than usual, the first rays of the sun barely piercing through the canopy of trees surrounding the camp. My restless mind refused to grant me even a moment of peace, so I decided to go for a run. Perhaps the rhythmic pounding of my feet on the forest floor would drown out the storm inside me.I needed to clear my head before we executed Elijah’s plan. A scenario would be created, a carefully constructed act where it would look like I was being captured again, just to infiltrate Dimitri’s pack. It was a brilliant plan in theory, but it was too much for me to process.I was going to face the people who had tortured me for ten years. The same people who had broken me over and over again, leaving me with scars—physical and emotional—that no amount of time could heal.As I tied my boots and stepped out of my small cabin, the crisp morning air bit at my skin, but I welcomed it. It grounded me, pulling
VALERIA’S POVA wave of heat rippled through my body, starting in my chest and radiating outward. I stumbled, clutching my stomach as the sensation intensified. It wasn’t the ordinary heat of a fever or exhaustion—it was alive, like fire coursing through my veins, burning hotter with every passing second.I gasped, falling to my knees. My hands trembled as I pressed them into the earth, the cool dirt doing nothing to ease the inferno inside me. My heart pounded erratically, each beat sending jolts of electricity through my limbs.“What is happening to me?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the roaring in my ears.Sweat poured down my face, and a desperate thirst clawed at my throat. Water. I needed water. My thoughts were jumbled, incoherent, but one thing was clear: I had to get to the lake.Stumbling to my feet, I started running, my body moving on instinct. The forest blurred around me, the trees merging int
VALERIAâS POVâItâs good newsâthat means weâre ready now. Are you?â Elijah asked, leaning against the wooden table in our cabin. His sharp gaze bore into mine, measuring me for any sign of doubt.I took a deep breath, my mind still reeling from the events of the past few days. âI canât believe Iâm saying this, but I think I am ready now.â My voice carried more conviction than I expected, and it surprised even me. For the first time, I felt like I wasnât the same broken girl who had been dragged through hell. âBut how do I make sure they catch me?âElijah crossed his arms, his expression thoughtful. âIâve been keeping an eye on their construction work. It seems like Magnar is in charge of overseeing the extension of their pack boundaries.âThe mention of his name sent a chill down my spine. I tensed, clenching my fists as memories of Magnarâs betrayal and cruelty clawed their way back to the surface. âSo? Should I just barge in there?â I asked, forcing my voice to remain steady.âNo,â
VALERIAâS POVâOkay, but what if I get distracted? What if things donât go according to what weâve planned?â I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The doubt I had buried deep inside bubbled to the surface.Elijah tilted his head, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. âDo you have friends, family, or anyone there that you care about?âThe question hit me harder than I expected. I shook my head slowly, my throat tightening. âNo,â I replied. âI donât have anyone there. Not anymore.ââThen thereâs no place for distraction, Valeria,â he said simply, his voice calm yet firm. âThereâs only one possible distraction for you, and that too depends entirely on you.âI frowned, confused. âWho?ââMagnar,â he said, his tone sharp.My frown deepened. Just hearing his name made my chest tighten, but not with affectionânever that. It was anger, betrayal, and something I couldnât quite place. âWhy would he be a distraction?â I asked, crossing my arms defensively.Elijahâs eyes didnât waver. âHe tried
VALERIAâS POVThe forest was eerily silent as we moved, each step calculated, each breath measured. The plan was set in motion, and my heart pounded with both fear and determination. I didnât tell anyone outside Elijah, Tony, and Damien about the real planâabout my intention to get caught. It had to look real. There could be no slip-ups.The air was thick with tension as we navigated the shadows, avoiding the patrolling warriors of the Shadow Fang pack. My eyes scanned every inch of the terrain, my ears attuned to the faintest sound. This wasnât just a hunt for us. For them, it was survival. For me, it was the beginning of the end of Dimitriâs reign.We moved silently, gathering herbs and trapping two rabbits, careful not to leave a trailâexcept for the subtle traces of my scent I left behind, making it look as though I was careless. Every move was deliberate, every step bringing me closer to their lair.As we neared the lake, I signalled the others to stay behind. âNo matter what hap
MAGNARâS POVSheâs alive.The thought slammed into me like a blow to the chest. I watched her as the guards dragged her forward, her steps defiant despite the rough treatment. She didnât look like the Valeria I rememberedâfrail, broken, and beaten down. No, this Valeria was different. Strong. There was fire in her eyes, a resolve I didnât recognize.My wolf was losing it inside me, roaring to be let out. Sheâs alive! She survived, Magnar! Donât you see? We need to go to her. Fix this! Fix what youâve done!But I shoved him down, locking him away in the darkest corners of my mind. I couldnât deal with him right now. Not with her here. Not with the past clawing its way back to the surface.That night by the lake replayed in my mind like a cursed memory I couldnât escape. The way Iâd looked at her, the disgust Iâd feltâat her and myself. The words I spat, the cruel rejection. And thenâĶwhat came after.I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. I had buried her Chapter in my life t
VALERIAâS POVThe guards gripped my arms like I was some wild animal, dragging me down the dimly lit corridors toward the Shadow Fang dungeons. The cold, damp air wrapped around me, sending a shiver up my spine. My steps faltered, but I forced my legs to keep moving. I wouldnât let them see my fear, even if it bubbled just beneath the surface.This was itâthe place I had only heard about in hushed whispers as a child. The dungeons were reserved for the worst criminals, the irredeemable. And now, I was going to be one of them.The iron bars creaked open, and they shoved me inside a small, dark cell, slamming the door shut behind me. The metallic clink of the lock echoed in the confined space, making Vyara growl low in my mind. The air was thick with a strange, faintly acrid smell. Wolfsbane. Of course. Dimitri wouldnât leave anything to chance.My body already felt heavier, slower, like the strength I had worked so hard to build was being drained away bit by bit. I clenched my fists, s
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