Rhea’s POVI struggled forward, my cloak barely protecting me from the morning frost as the wind howled through the desolate countryside. As though the skies themselves were lamenting my banishment, the sky was a drab hue of gray. Kael's realm loomed in the distance behind me, its imposing walls serving as a sobering reminder of everything I had lost, as well as everything I had never really had in the first place. I didn't turn around. My destiny had been sealed at morning when the enormous iron gates had crashed shut behind me. I had marched through them with my head held high, not letting them see how scared I was, not letting Kael see how my resolve broke.It weighed so heavily that it was oppressive. My limbs felt lethargic from fatigue, and every stride felt heavier than the one before. Beneath my clothing, my scars, both healed and still raw, throbbed as reminders of the fights I had waged and the betrayals I had suffered. I couldn't stop thinking about Kael's final words t
Rhea’s POVThe smell of damp earth and the metallic tang of blood filled the air. As the rogues circled us, their eyes shining in the moonlight like ravenous tigers, shadows curled between the trees. Beside me, Damon stiffened, his breathing regulated and shallow. Like a spring, his muscles tensed, poised to attack. He whispered, "Stay close," as his fingers clenched around his blade. The rogue leader stepped forward slowly, a smirk twisting his lips. "You were warned, Lunar Queen." I got a chill from the title alone. The dagger at my side made my fingers shake. This was not what I was expecting. My head was groggy from fatigue, and my body was still weak from the poison.However, there was no time for hesitation. One of the rogues lunged. Damon's response was immediate, a vicious slice of his sword coming straight at the assailant. As the outlaw slumped, blood spattered the forest floor, but another replaced him. Next, another. They surrounded us with swift, accurate motions, m
Rhea’s POVIt was a lengthy drive to the sanctuary, and the stillness between Damon and myself was oppressive. The rustle of invisible creatures was the only sound to break the strange silence that pervaded the woodland surrounding us. I had too many unanswered questions, and my body hurt from exhaustion. But not just yet, I couldn't allow myself to break. As if anticipating an attack at any moment, Damon led the way with a rigid stance and green eyes that scanned the darkness. I hadn't asked him questions, and he hadn't said much since the battle. I wasn't certain that I wanted them. At last, an open opening emerged from the dense trees, and I felt my breath catch in my throat.I had never seen a sanctuary like this before. A community formed into the soil itself, tucked away deep in the forest, consisted of modest homes made of wood and stone, their thatched roofs moss-covered and blending into the natural surroundings. As they took us in, wolves and lycans both navigated the colo
Rhea’s POVAlthough the night air was heavy with the smell of moist earth and pine, it did little to quench the fire that was burning beneath my flesh. Emotions were far worse than a jumbled mass of thoughts. I was shaken by Damon's kiss, but it wasn't the kiss itself that lingered on my lips like a ghost.It was the reason he did it.I had been a pawn in games I never consented to play, manipulated for so long. Telling me that I was his and that my destiny was predetermined by him whether I liked it or not, Kael had kept me in his hold. And now here was Damon, bringing something new and warmer, but something I wasn't sure I trusted yet. I was no longer certain that I could trust anyone.Damon was standing close to the fire, slowly and deliberately sharpening his blade. He hadn't discussed what had transpired between us. Hadn't questioned my feelings about it. And I wasn't sure whether that was a relief or an annoyance. In the firelight, his emerald eyes flickered as he looked up. "
Rhea’s POVThe letter from Kael was still lying unopened on my bedside table, a subtle threat that I chose not to accept. His words reverberated in my head like an unshakeable shadow that crept into my consciousness. A worse thing is on the horizon.I was certain of that. However, I was also not returning. I stood my ground on not returning back to that brute that sees me as a pawn in his schemes. Rather, I decided to fight. The --- Kael's kingdom's orderly formations and the Moonveil Pack's immaculate sparring fields were far from the Exiled Sanctuary's training grounds. Training here was harsh, unvarnished, and merciless. Formality and tolerance for weakness were nonexistent.And I was having trouble.With deliberate attacks and unwavering endurance, the exiled warriors moved with seasoned ease. Conversely, I was barely keeping up. Breathing fiercely and unevenly, I ducked an impending strike while sweat trickled down my temple. Nyra, my opponent, a slender, combat-weary she-wolf
Rhea’s POVThe visions arrived as usual, mercilessly and without warning.The refuge was no longer where I was. Rather, I found myself in a blood-soaked battlefield where the air was heavy with the metallic odor of blood. The ground was covered in bodies, their mouths frozen in silent screaming, their eyes empty. The terrain was covered in a thick, strange fog that moved between the bodies as if they were living things. Then she emerged through the fog. The first Lunar Queen was Jacqueline. Her silver hair cascaded around her like a living creature as she stood tall and majestic. Something in her piercing blue eyes made my stomach turn as they met mine. Sorry.Her voice was both forceful and otherworldly when she stated, "You are running from a war you cannot escape." "Rhea, the powers of fate are changing. No matter how prepared you are, blood will be shed.” I took a deep breath. "This is not what I want. I didn't request any of it.” Jacqueline took a step forward, her eyes unb
Rhea's pov Unspoken fear permeated the tight atmosphere of the sanctuary. News from the outside world reached us, and warriors spoke in low tones, their eyes troubled. Even before the words were spoken out loud, I could sense that something had happened. Something large. With a stern expression, Damon rushed into the battle room. His normally piercing green eyes were clouded by something unreadable, and his clothing was covered in blood and grime. I knew as soon as our eyes locked."Kael’s kingdom was attacked," he declared in a controlled, clipped voice. "The Eclipse Coven stormed his capital two nights ago."As warriors exchanged cautious looks, a murmur echoed around the chamber. Kael being directly attacked by the Eclipse Coven? It was a message. "They thought you were still there," Damon said, taking a step forward. "Rhea, they are after you. And in order to locate you, they were prepared to destroy his empire by fire.” He said, closing the distance between the both of us as
Rhea’s POVThe sanctuary has evolved from a secret haven. It was changing, turning into a camp for war. Although the change had occurred gradually, it was now indisputable. More outlaws had started to appear, their tired eyes looking for something to fight for, a purpose. Some had been born into exile, while others had earlier been part of packs that had expelled them. They were all here now, awaiting a leader.Waiting for my arrival. As I stood on the training fields, watching soldiers spar in the faint moonlight, the weight of it crushed against my chest. Like a shadow, Damon glided through them, giving orders, adjusting their positions, and pressing them more forcefully than before. He was unrelenting. And I knew why. There would be war.With a flurry of uncertainties racing through my head, I combed my hair. Damon had made it clear—if we wanted to stand a chance against the Eclipse Coven, we needed numbers. We needed fighters. However, persuading rogues to follow was not a simpl
Damon’s POV The enormous hall of the Eclipse Coven's secret lair was filled with the smell of blood and burning herbs. The murmuring of dark-robed individuals blended with the crackling of magical candles around the walls, and they moved like shadows. The more I explored this area, the more I realized that this was more than just a group of witches vying for control. This was a destructive cult. As I followed my guide, a wiry man with hollow cheeks and eyes too black to be human, I maintained a neutral attitude. He guided me down the dark hallways until we came to an archway covered in dense purple smoke. Lilith waited outside.With onyx rings adorning her fingers that shone even in the dark, she sat on a throne of carved obsidian. As I got closer, her too-bright silver eyes stared at me. "You stand in front of me unharmed, even though you smell like a wolf." It was a venomous purr in her voice. "Damon, tell me why I shouldn't rip your heart out where it is."An inferior man would
Kael’s POV The wind carried the scent of damp earth and pine as I stood on the balcony of my war room, staring into the dark expanse of the forest beyond. It had been weeks since Rhea vanished, and every passing day ignited something raw and feral inside me. A hunger that I refused to name.I gripped the railing, my knuckles white. "She can't have gone far," I muttered, more to myself than to anyone else.Behind me, my Beta, Dorian, stood with his arms crossed, his expression carefully neutral. "We've scouted every known rogue hideout in the region. She’s a ghost, Kael. If she doesn’t want to be found—"I yelled, cutting off any further statements that escaped his mouth. "She will be found," moving to look at him. "Whatever it takes, I don't care. I want her back.” Dorian's eyes remained fixed. I both respected and despised him since he was one of the few who dared to challenge me. His voice was lower but no less forceful as he said, "Why?" "Why is it so important? You turned her d
Rhea’s POV Standing in the center of the exiles' camp, devoid of all except instinct and willpower, I felt the sharp, biting morning air. The soldiers were already assembled, creating a rough circle around me, even though the sun had just started to rise. They had skepticism and measured interest in their eyes, but no warmth. I was a wolf from a world that had rejected me, an outcast, an unknown. However, I was here to establish myself. To find the real root of my life. I was destined for more, to bring them all together, Mireya had declared. But how could I bring people together when I hardly knew how strong I was? I had lived my entire life adhering to the packs' regimented, regulated, and predictable fighting techniques. That was not the case with the exiles. They battled like shadows, adjusting to the turmoil and combining physical prowess with an almost imperceptible agility. I needed to learn. I also needed to learn quickly. The first obstacle arrived quickly. A man strode
Rhea’s POVAs I made my way through the thick woodland, the night engulfed me in its icy grasp. My limbs were sluggish from tiredness, and my breath came in ragged spurts. My deep wounds from the battle were burning with pain, and every stride sent a new wave of misery through my body. I touched my ribs, feeling the sticky wetness of blood under my ripped shirt. I didn't want to acknowledge how much harm Lilith's power had caused. But I was unable to stop. Not yet. I just needed to keep going; I had no idea where I was heading. I was surrounded by the smell of pine and moist dirt, and my only company was the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze. My vision was fuzzy at the edges, and my head swirled with vertigo. The fight, Kael's rage, and Damon's caution seemed far away now, like remnants of a past existence. Before I could catch myself, my foot slammed against a root and I fell to the ground. I felt a sharp pain that knocked the wind out of my lungs. With a moan, I turned over
Rhea’s POVPain. It was a harsh, persistent reminder of how near death I had been, and it throbbed through my body like a second heartbeat. My breath was ragged and shallow, and my limbs felt like stone. My senses were dimmed by the lingering effects of Lilith's black magic, and darkness that clouded the cage and my vision. The struggle inside of me had just begun as I looked through my blurry vision. Every clang of steel that fell on Lillith's scaly skin was a resistance to her pain. The fight was just between Lillith and Damon as my eyes caught Kael who stood at one end, his hands crossed across his chest, resting his eyes on Lillith. It was evident that despite the darkness Lillith exuded, Kael still had something for her. Something that gleamed like love.But on Damon's side was that of war and blood as every of Lillith’s hit were fluid and heavy on his skin, flinging Damon to the pillars of the coven. “Kael, what are you doing there?” Damon called out to Kael, blood flowing down
Rhea’s POV"Your entire existence is a mistake, Rhea." Through the chilly room, Lilith's voice crept like poison into my flesh. I did not flinch. I wouldn't let her feel satisfied. "You’re lying," I spat, battling the restraints. With each movement, the magic-infused metal that burnt against my wrists depleted my strength. Lilith merely grinned, a hint of amusement glimmering in her violet eyes. This was fun for her. She whispered, "Oh, Rhea," and paced me like a predator circles its victim. "You really don't know, do you? You've thought of yourself as unique your entire life. Selected. Foreordained to oppose me.”She stopped and cocked her head. "But tell me… who gave you that idea that you were able to stand Lillith the great leader of the Eclipse Coven." I tightened my jaw. "The prophecy—" "The prophecy was never about you." The chamber's air appeared to be motionless. "You’re lying," I said again, but the words didn't have the same bite. Lilith grinned more
Rhea’s POV It was too quiet at night. The first caution was that. Damp dirt, ash, and something wrong. Something twisted was the second scent. With no more than a breath, I muttered, "Do you feel that?" Beside me, Kael's body tensed, and he reached for his blade's hilt. A few steps ahead, Damon froze in mid-step. I could feel the same apprehension creeping down my spine as his piercing golden eyes flashed. Damon uttered the humble words, "We need to move," "Now." I gave a nod. However, when we walked for the first time— The earth below us moved. The earth split in two, surrounding us in a perfect, unavoidable circle as runes erupting in eerie violet flames. The magic tightened like a noose around my ribcage as it throbbed in the air. It was a trap. "MOVE!" yelled Kael. However, it was too late. As soon as I turned, the shadows appeared. Darkness shrouded the forms of figures that emerged from the trees. Lilith's instruction was evident in their eyes, which
Rhea’s POV The darkness seeped into the night. Before I saw it, I sensed it. A painful weight pushing down on my chest, a chilly pulse ripping through the air. Magic. Old magic. The type that consumed rather than merely seized power. The move was Lilith's. A wild wind blew through the trees, and the fire in the middle of our war camp flared fiercely. After a moment, the sky grew darker. From something much worse—an eclipse — not from storm clouds or the impending dawn. Kael whispered next to me, "No," his voice tinged with something that sounded like terror. I felt my breath catch as I followed his eyes. Across the valley, in the distance, a ring of violet light blazed against the darkness. The Eclipse Coven's insignia, a proclamation of war, burnt into the sky. "This is it," Damon said, squeezing his fists. Power dynamics had changed. Lilith had come out of hiding. They were responding when she called her forces to her—Damon paced the perimeter of the camp a
Rhea’s POV I was plagued by the name. Lilith. Long after the strange spy's body had become still, it continued to reverberate in my thoughts. For a long time, I thought that name was buried—forgotten. We were all unprepared for the storm that it brought with it when it battled its way back into reality. My thoughts were far away as I remained still and gazed at the fire that was flickering in our war camp. The one he lost. Kael's mate. The one he'd never mentioned. And the person who was now in charge of the Eclipse Coven, tugging the strings that had brought us to our destruction. I gently turned and looked directly at Kael. His normally keen face was dulled by something I couldn't quite put my finger on as he stood apart from us. Astonished? Pain? Fear? I had never before witnessed him in this state—unraveled. "Tell me the truth," I murmured, lowering my voice a bit. "Did you know?" Kael's jaw tightened. "Do you think I would have let this happen if I had?" T