Unknown POVAs I walked to the city's edge, I felt as if I was being followed. I looked back several times, but couldn't find the source. So, I transformed into my wolf form and started running. But still, the feeling persisted. I knew better than to distrust my feelings. As the alpha had told me, if I had trusted my feelings ten months ago, that thing wouldn't have happened. It would be a putting I distrusted my feelings again this time and led the Silver Hands to the lair of the Sulfur Hands in this pack. I would never be able to forgive myself, and I don't think any other Sulfur Hand would be able to either. It would be such a catastrophe. So I decided to turn back and walk to the pack. Perhaps, I will go watch the execution and try to do something for those poor souls. Perhaps, I would lose whoever might be trailing me there, if indeed, there was anyone. Or, they might get tired and decide to leave me alone. So thinking, I turned back and without shifting back into my human f
Mia's POV "Claws?" Mabel asked, disbelieving."I want to see them," As she spoke, she came out of the room and stood hands akimbo, looking at my fingers with curiosity. "My fingers hurt," I replied before I could stop myself. Then my hands shot up to cover my mouth. Mabel just stared at me, the disbelief on her face and the curiosity have given way to an expression of I-knew-it-could't-be. Without a word, she turned to walk back inside. Somehow, it hurt more than her usual tart comments. I had never really tried to get the claws out after they slid back inside, so I didn't really know how it works. How do I slide it out? I thought frantically. My fingers burned when I looked, the claws were there. Without pausing to wonder how I did it, I stopped Mabel from entering the room. "Hey, look," I called out. She turned, and satisfaction washed over me as an expression of shock came over her face. She turned to face me fully, and inspected the claws, tapping her fingers against them.
Unknown POVAs I ran, I peeked my senses for any signs of being followed, but I saw none. Soon, I was in the forest. I knew for a fact that there was a Sulfur Hands lair somewhere here, and that finding it would be very difficult. If it was so easy to find it, the Silver Hands would have put a stop to their disruptive activities a long time ago and Alpha King Hazel wouldn't need to execute anyone. Luckily, I don't need to go searching through the whole forest by myself. The number of wild beasts in here alone was enough to make sure one never reached one's destination if one ever derailed from the footpaths. To find each other around an area they know, Sulfur Hands always used the environment to form special signs and symbols that would easily be misunderstood by another Sulfur Hand. The symbols always pointed to a particular safe location where they could meet. He would scatter the signs, what we call "signposts" around a wide area to increase the chances of them finding it, then
Mia's POVA boy emerged from the tunnel, and I froze in my tracks. It didn't take much to guess this was the same guy Mabel had just sent me to go aid Mason in misleading. How did he get here then? Did he somehow encounter Mason and forced him to reveal our location? That seemed likely, especially as I couldn't see Mason anywhere around. I wasn't ready to lose another person, trying to protect me. Anger exploded in me and I rushed forward, determined to end him before he took another step. But just as I started rushing towards him, howls sounded from the tunnel entrance and a horde or Corrupted emerged. They were in all forms; wolves, humans, and everything in between. Their very pale skin, and their red eyes with black pupils identified them as more dangerous than the ones locked in the chamber underground. These are intelligent Corrupted, able to fight cooperatively and follow orders to the letter, as far as the orders were specific enough. I froze in my tracks, my heart poundi
Selena's POV"You are failing us," my mother said, disappointment in her voice. The words stabbed into my heart, causing me more pain than she cared to know. "I am really trying. Believe me, I am. He's just too stubborn nowadays," I told my mother, trying to stop the irritation from leaking into my voice. "Or maybe, you're losing your edge," my mother replied tartly. "You're losing favour in his eyes. Do you give him…" She leaned close and whispered some obscene words. Then she leaned back and looked at me knowingly. "You do know alphas have high libido, don't you? It won't bode well for your relationship with him if you keep denying him that,"I almost couldn't keep the irritation down. Whoever told her my bed activities with my husband was her concern? And how dare she insinuate that I was subjugating my alpha? "You keep your nose where it is in your face, and out of my business," I replied coolly and stood to go. I mean, if this was the reason she summoned me all the way from
Selena's POV As I watched Hazel execute the men, I shuddered. When had he gotten this cruel? I had pushed him into cruel acts to help him get his mind off Mia, but he had quickly spiraled out of control as the power got to his head.My mother had only been partially right. Because right now, I had about as much control over Hazel as she did. Which was none. But still, Hazel had been very loving the first month we mated, so perhaps, he had feelings for me in his heart. My mother was right. They had been the ones to pressure Hazel's parents into pressuring him, so Silver Hands could remove me if I didn't meet up to their expectations.And that, for me, was unacceptable. I just could not go back to life outside the castle. So, perhaps, it was time to work on those feelings he might have developed in our first month of mating. Biting my lips as he executed the second person, I made up my mind on what to do. Smiling as the plan formed in my head, I went to Damian's pub for a vial of aph
Mabel's POVI felt his body freeze up with fear as my grip on him tightened. Fear? Corrupted knows no fear. Only pain, and more pain. But still, I didn't relax my hold on him. His skin was normal after all, no red eyes and all the other markers. And he spoke coherently. Yet, I detected corruption in him. The newly adapted moonstone in my hand glowed, showing that corruption flowed through him. Of course, I had just managed to put that feature together a few days before after repeatedly failing experiments and never had the opposite to test it before now. Which means it might be reading wrong. But still, better sorry than late. "Who are you?" I growled again, tightening my hold. My claws digged into his chest a few millimeters and I felt blood at their tips. The guy froze even more. Then suddenly, there was a surge of energy from his body and I was thrown off. I flew backwards and landed hard on the ground. I sensed Mia spring up from the ground rather than see it, and I felt a c
Mia's POVI absolutely hated his guts. And his pompousness. And his feeling of self importance. Who did he think he was anyway? Some god came to save us? The way he said that he's the one in the prophecy, as if we should applaud him. At that moment, I had felt like throwing him my cup, but I knew just how Mabel would take that. In fact, just staying in the same room with him was stifling. I might explode if I stayed any longer in there, which was why I left. The anger still billowing in me, I ran upstairs to my room and picked my flute. I needed to calm down, and it always helped me do so. I started playing a tune, one I composed the day I got angry at Xavier for stopping me from dating a guy. As I played, I felt myself finally calm down. "Mia," I heard a faint voice call. I rushed out of the room. "Mia," the voice came again. I rushed into Maya's room and saw her sitting on the bed. Her face was pale and she looked very weak and frail. I hugged her lightly, taking care not to
Mia's POVA stone struck true, pulverizing the creature's eye with a sickening crunch. With a howl of agony, the wolf collapsed to the ground, its lifeblood staining the earth beneath it. As the last vestiges of life faded from its eyes, I breathed evenly and transformed back. Running up quickly, I jumped and kissed my mate. The flames on his hair were hot but they were not unbearable and they died down as he held me and kissed me back. It took all my willpower to break free from him and let us breath. Strands of sticky saliva trailed our lips as we parted and I was flushed up to my ears, breathless."Mia?" He breathed, looking at me in surprise.I would have grinned at him if I were not too busy being stunned."Xavier?!" I exclaimed. "What in the world?! How? I thought...""You never did see me without my turban," he teased. And he was right come to think of it."So the memory loss...""I did lose my memory," he said, shaking his head. "But I guess could say that an eyeball helped me
Mia's POVHe was no corrupted - he was much worse.In a desperate bid to end the chaos, I shifted into my wolf form, my white fur shimmering in the dim light of the throne room. With a newfound agility, I darted around the monstrous creature, my speed unmatched as I evaded its savage blows.But Hazel was relentless, his attacks coming fast and furious as he sought to overpower me with sheer brute force. With each passing moment, the battle grew more intense, the clash of claw and sinew echoing throughout the chamber.I ducked and weaved, narrowly avoiding each blow as I fought to keep the creature at bay. But despite my best efforts, I could feel my strength waning, the relentless pace of our battle taking its toll on my weary body..The battle raged on, each blow striking home with deadly precision as I fought to bring Hazel to his knees. With a primal snarl, I launched myself at the creature once more, my claws tearing through its flesh with savage ferocity.With one final, decisiv
Mia's POV"Yeah," I grinned at her. "Now please someone tell me what is going on? How did everyone get here?""There is little time for that," Amelia said, a scary amount of hope alight in her eyes. "Alpha King Hazel has gone mad and he is turning people left and right corrupted." I could see that everyone was surprised to hear this. But the forest itself whispered to me that she spoke the truth. "But he also has a way to cure the corruption. It is a wand in beneath his throne."I smiled at her and gazed out at the Sulfur Hands gathered. I did not see Lycidas but that was not a problem. I was certain he was alright."Well guys, it is the night of the blood moon. I have to tell you that I've got a castle to storm so come on out all of you and get away already. You've all done your part for me. Let me do mine for you."I saw them off and turned to face the vague direction of the palace.The eyeball (I could not get its name) had told me; Blood Moon prophecy Layer 5: The Inheritor shall
Mia's POVWith a surge of adrenaline, I plunged the knife into the creature's main body, my hands steady despite the trembling of my limbs. The blade sank deep into its flesh, eliciting a guttural roar of pain as the creature thrashed and writhed beneath me. Each movement was a dance of desperation, a desperate bid for survival against an opponent that seemed unstoppable.But even as I fought with all the strength and skill I could muster, I could feel the tendrils of exhaustion creeping into my limbs, sapping my strength and clouding my thoughts. How many times had I faced this creature? How many times had I died, only to wake and face it once again?The creature's death throes were violent and chaotic, its massive form convulsing with the last vestiges of life as it fought against the inevitable. But I was relentless, my resolve unshakeable as I drove the knife deeper and deeper into its flesh, refusing to let up until the creature lay still and silent beneath me.With a final, ragg
Hazel's POVAs I stand in the dimly lit chamber, the vial of corrupted blood held delicately between my fingers, I can feel the weight of expectation bearing down upon me. Zion's eyes bore into me with a pensive gaze, his expression unreadable as he observes my every move. The air is heavy with anticipation, charged with the possibility of what is to come.With a steady hand, I bring the vial to my lips and drink deeply, allowing the thick, viscous liquid to slide down my throat. The taste is metallic, tinged with a hint of something dark and otherworldly. But as the last drop passes my lips, I feel no surge of power, no sudden transformation. I am not surprised.I never expected the corrupted blood to grant me any sort of supernatural abilities. My purpose in drinking it was not to gain power, but to align myself with the prophecy, to force my way into its narrative. And in that regard, I believe I have succeeded.As I lower the vial, I meet Zion's gaze with a sense of calm resolve.
???'s POV Amidst the vast expanse of the celestial realm, I found myself floating among the stars, my consciousness adrift in a sea of cosmic wonders. Suddenly, a commanding voice reverberated through the void, pulling me from my reverie with its otherworldly resonance."Little thing," the voice called out, its words echoing through the cosmos like the distant rumble of thunder. Startled, I responded tentatively, my voice barely a whisper in the vastness of space. "Who... who's there?"I was ignored as the voice continued to speak. I listened intently as the voice spoke of the troubles that plagued mortals, of the ebb and flow of life, and of the chaos that reigned in the mortal realm. The voice seemed to ramble on for a while, its words swirling around me like a whirlwind of cosmic energy. It spoke of mortals and their endless troubles, of how they always seemed to find new ways to bring chaos and destruction upon themselves. It seemed rather easy to notice that it was the 'eyeball'
???'s POVI opened my mouth to protest, to demand answers to the questions that burned within me, but she cut me off with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I don't want to hear it," she said coldly, her gaze hardening as she turned away from me. "Just go. Leave me alone. Go do whatever you want to. I don't care. My Lycidas is not here. Please, just... Stop. You truly are not Lycidas. I do not know who you are, but you are not my beloved."I stood there in stunned silence, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air between us. Part of me wanted to press her for answers, to demand to know what she meant by all of this. But another part of me knew that it was futile – that she would not deign to repeat herself. And even though I could not claim to know much else, I knew somehow that she was hundred percent certain that I was not Lycidas. And not in a character or behavioural kind of way. As in, I was fundamentally not Lycidas.With a heavy heart, I turned and walked away, the sound o
Lycidas' POVThe soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle illumination over Mia's room as I sat by her bedside, my fingers intertwined with hers as if holding onto a lifeline. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest was the only indication of life, her face serene in slumber as she lay unconscious before me.I never realized how much I would miss her until now – the absence of her laughter, her vibrant energy, leaving a gaping hole in my heart that seemed impossible to fill. And yet, here she lay, so close yet so far, trapped in the grasp of an unknown darkness that threatened to consume her whole.I squeezed her hand gently, willing her to wake up, to return to me so that I could see the light in her eyes once more. But no matter how fervently I wished for her recovery, she remained still, her breathing steady but shallow, a silent reminder of the fragility of life.My mind drifted back to that fateful night when the ritual had gone awry, the memory of t
Amelia's POVI sat in the room with Alpha Gonzales and the injured Alpha Fenrir, my mind consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts and worries. The conversation between the two Alphas drifted in and out of my consciousness, the words fading into the background as I struggled to focus on the present moment.My thoughts kept returning to the letter I had received just before setting off with Alpha Gonzales—a missive that had filled me with a sense of foreboding unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The words were etched into my mind, haunting me with their ominous implications.In my mind's eye, I saw the image of the small mouse, my faithful messenger, as it hurried into my room with urgent purpose. Its tiny paws had trembled as it presented me with the letter, a sense of urgency emanating from its very being. With trembling hands, I had broken the seal and unfolded the parchment, my heart sinking as I read the words inscribed upon it.The once cryptic message had become alarmingly