Kyara's POV
Everything around me froze as Victor emerged out of the shadows. His eyes, filled with a familiar, sickly brightness, fastened on me. I could feel the mate bond tugging at me again, a sensation I thought I had forgotten under the weight of his rejection. But this time, things were different. Darker. More demanding.
Eric's growl rumbled low in his throat, and his body tightened as he stood protectively in front of me. "Leave now, Victor, before I tear you apart," Eric said in a hard, unyielding voice.
But Victor simply smirked, his gaze shifting between us. "I'm not here for a fight, Eric," he remarked nonchalantly, but the stress in his voice belied his words. His gaze returned to me, and I felt the strain of his presence wrap around me like a chokehold. "I'm here for her."
My pulse raced and panic rose in my chest. "I don't belong to you anymore," I mumbled, forcing the words out, but they rang empty even to my ears.
Victor's sneer intensified, and his eyes narrowed. "Oh, Kyara. You have always belonged to me. You just don't recognize it yet."
Eric took a stride toward him, his biceps flashing with suppressed wrath. "She's under my protection now," he muttered, and for a brief moment, I feared he'd change right there. His wolf was agitated, scratching just beneath the surface.
But Victor did not flinch. He leaned closer slightly, his voice lowering to a frightening whisper. "Do you think she's safe with you, Eric?" You have no idea what is coming. She's destined for something much bigger than either of us." His stare returned to me, piercing and calculated. "When that day arrives, no one will be able to stop it. "Not even her."
Before I could grasp his words, the air surrounding us appeared to thicken, with a weird energy crackling in the air. My chest constricted as something stirred deep within me, a familiar yet terrible feeling of power seething beneath the surface. It was the same power that had thrown the wolf earlier, an energy I couldn't understand or control.
Eric's eyes darted to me, concern flashing across his normally stern expression. "Kyara…" he began softly, but with an edge, I couldn't place. Fear? Worry?
Victor also observed the transformation, and his eyes lit up with wicked pleasure. "There it is," he whispered, his lips curving into a menacing smirk. "The power." Do you feel it?
I shook my head and moved away from both of them. "No... I don't know what's happening to me."
Victor stepped forward, ignoring Eric's warning snarl. "It is a prophecy, Kyara." You are more than you realize. You are the key to everything. And the power? "This is only the beginning."
"I don't want it!" I screamed, my voice shaking as terror clutched at me. "I don't want any of this!"
Victor's smile did not waver. "It does not matter what you want. The prophecy does not care. "And soon, neither will you."
Eric then rushed forward, knocking Victor into a neighboring tree with enough force to shake the ground. "I warned you," Eric hissed, his voice low and menacing. His eyes sparkled with the promise of fury, and for a brief moment, I imagined him ripping Victor apart and ending this nightmare.
But Victor laughed, even as blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. "Go ahead, Eric," he taunted, his voice full of arrogance. "Kill me." "Watch what happens when the prophecy unfolds without you."
Eric's hold on Victor's throat intensified, and for a brief moment, I believed he might do it. I could sense him exuding raw force and barely restrained wrath. But suddenly something in Eric's expression changed. His eyes twitched, and he hesitated—only for a second.
Victor took advantage of that opportunity.
With a violent twist, he broke free from Eric's grip and stepped back, still smiling. "You'll regret not killing me tonight," he added, wiping the dust off his jacket. "Don't worry. You'll get another chance soon enough.
Eric clenched his hands, yet he remained still. His breathing was raspy, controlled only by pure willpower. The stillness that followed was oppressive, the air between them heavy with implicit threats.
Victor returned his attention to me, his eyes softening, but the darkness remained just beneath the surface. "Think about what I said, Kyara," he said, his tone disturbingly kind. "You will understand soon enough. And when you do, I will be waiting."
With that, he vanished into the darkness, leaving me alone with my quick breathing and the terrible quiet between me and Eric.
We both remained still for an extended period. I could feel Eric's heavy, inquiring gaze on me, but I couldn't force myself to meet his eyes. My thoughts were racing, Victor's words repeating over and over in my head.
"The key to everything…" What exactly did that mean? What was this power within me, and why was it linked to a prophecy I couldn't understand?
Finally, Eric spoke, his tone low and controlled. "Kyara, we need to talk."
I swallowed hard, my throat tight from dread and confusion. "About what?"
He moved closer, his stare fierce and seeking. "About what has just transpired. Consider what you just did.
I shook my head and stepped back slightly. "I'm not sure what I did, Eric. "I don't know anything anymore."
"You're not telling me everything," he continued, his voice hard and assertive. "I can't protect you if you keep hiding things from me."
Will you protect me? I tried to chuckle, but the sound stuck in my throat. How could he protect me from something I couldn't understand?
"I'm not hiding anything," I said quietly, my voice barely audible.
Eric's jaw tightened, his frustration evident. "You have to trust me, Kyara. I need to know what this prophecy is about, and what power you're holding. If Victor is correct, and you are the key to all of this, we do not have time to play games."
His comments struck me hard, and I realized just how serious this was. This wasn't only about me anymore. It was far bigger than I had thought. And I was standing in the middle of everything, totally disoriented.
I opened my mouth to answer, but then a sharp, scorching agony rushed through my chest. I gasped, holding my heart as the sensation overtook me, and my legs gave way beneath me.
Eric was by my side in a second, his powerful arms catching me before I struck the ground. "Kyara!" His voice was full of panic, which I had never heard from him before.
But the suffering was too much. My eyesight dimmed as the world around me began to whirl. Something was awry; something deep within me was cracking.
As I struggled to maintain consciousness, a cold and foreign voice echoed in my thoughts.
"The hour is approaching, Kyara. Soon, you will have a decision to make. "Mercy or destruction."
And suddenly everything went black.
Kyara's POVI didn't wake up to the pleasant glow of the light or the comfort of my bed. No, I awoke to the suffocating blackness of a foreign landscape, damp, cold, and strangely silent. My body felt heavy and nearly numb as if the strength surging through me had sapped all of my energy. My limbs were sluggish and scarcely responding, but the pain in my chest persisted, reminding me of what had just happened. The voice, cold and nasty, rang in my mind."Mercy or destruction."I sat up slowly, peering in the darkness, my heart racing. Where was I?"Kyara?" A strong voice pierced through the silence.Eric.He sat next to me on the ground, his massive form silhouetted by the dim light coming through a break in what appeared to be a stone wall. Relief came over me, but it was temporary. The sight in his eyes was a mix of concern and something sinister.I looked around. We were in some underground room, perhaps a cellar. The walls were covered in moist stones, and the air was dense with t
Kyara’s POVEric's words lingered in the air but did little to calm the storm within me. As much as I wanted to believe his promise to fight for me, I knew he couldn't keep me safe from this. I was unsure if I wanted him to. An awful part of me said that I needed to face this alone, that whatever power it was, it belonged only to me.The problem was that I wasn't certain I could control it.Eric stood close to me, his gaze seeking answers. But I didn't have any responses for him. Just questions—never-ending, terrifying inquiry."Kyara," he continued softly but firmly, "we need to figure out what's going on with you." If Victor is correct and there is a prophecy, we need to grasp what we're dealing with.I nodded, but my mind was racing. How could I understand something that did not make sense? A prophecy? A power I didn't ask for? The entire concept appeared absurd, like something out of a twisted storybook. Yet, deep within, I felt its reality like a slow-burning flame. There was som
Kyara's POVThe world came back in bursts. The first sound is that of a crackling fire. And then a smell of moist soil and burning wood. My body hurt as if it had been pulled apart and fused back together. "Kyara, wake up." Eric's voice cut through the fog in my mind, rough and full of worry. I blinked against the dim light and saw him kneeling beside me. His shirt was ripped, a new cut ran down his jaw, and his eyes—those piercing, midnight eyes—were filled with barely contained rage. "What… what happened?" My voice sounded weak, barely a whisper. Eric leaned in, his presence grounding me. "You lost control." The memory flooded back—shadows writhing, power erupting from deep within me, and the strange woman with silver eyes who spoke of Silverbloods and destiny. "She's gone," Eric said, as if reading my thoughts. "Who?" "The woman. The person who appeared to enjoy speaking in riddles. His jaw tightened. “She vanished when you passed out. "Left no trace." I attempted
Kyara's POVThe creature’s voice was like gravel grinding against steel, dark and malevolent. “Silverblood,” it rumbled again, the word echoing in the clearing as if the earth itself feared it. Behind Eric’s broad, protective stance, my mind raced. "Silverblood". The name seems strange yet slightly familiar, like a song from a dream I couldn't identify. "What do you want from her?" Eric's voice was piercing and his body coiled like a spring about to break. The creature's twisted lips curved into a mocking smile. “She is the key,” it hissed, its glowing green eyes piercing through me. “To death. To life. To everything.” I stepped forward, ignoring Eric’s arm as he tried to block me. “What do you mean?” I demanded, surprising myself with the strength in my voice. “Why me?” The creature tilts its bizarre head, the movement is unnervingly slow. “Because you were *chosen*.” “Chosen for what?” My throat felt thick, but I pushed past my nervousness. "To end it all," it said, widen
Kyara's POVThe word whispered through me like a pulse, filling every fiber of my being. "Fight."Victor was only a few steps away, his outstretched hand mocking the guy I thought I loved. Behind him, tyranny reigned—the village was on fire, and screams of pain echoed through the night air. But just now, all I could see was him. His smug grin. His audacity. And Eric, lying broken at my feet, his breath shallow and weak. My fingers clenched into fists, and the shadows within surged, sending a cold wave of power through my veins. I wasn't just an abandoned girl, Neither was I a mere pawn in someone else's game. I was *something more*. “You’re right about one thing, Victor,” I said, my voice steady despite the tremor of power inside me. “I do have a choice. And I choose to end this—my way.” Victor tilted his head, his golden hair catching the flickering firelight. “You’re bold, Kyara. But boldness won’t save you—or him.” The shadows coiled at my feet, responding to my anger like
Kyara's POVAs I stood at the brink of the Silver Fang area, the air was thick with tension, my body shivering from the weight of my failures rather than the cold. The full moon shed a pale glow over the woods, and silence settled in like a smothering blanket. I had always imagined that this would be my home, but it suddenly felt more like a prison—one from which I was finally being released.But not by choice.I drew a trembling breath and tightened the straps on my purse, the leather biting into my palms. Victor stood a few feet behind me, gazing in frigid silence. The mate link we previously had, which should have been holy, felt like a distant, bitter memory now. His rejection was like a dagger still embedded in my chest, twisting every time I dared to imagine what might have been."You were never strong enough, Kyara," he murmured, his tone as frigid as the night around us. "I need a mate worthy of being by my side, not…this."I winced, my heart twisted from his words. I'd heard
Kyara's POVThe roar reverberated throughout the night, sending shivers down my spine. I froze in place, clutching the doorframe as support. "We must move. He said, "Now," with a low but urgent tone. His tone was devoid of ambiguity."Wh-what was that?" My throat was dry, and I could stammer. My pulse accelerated as I returned to the modest stone hut, gazing out into the shadowy woodland beyond. The darkness looked to be alive as if it were watching and waiting for us."Not someone you want to meet," Eric replied abruptly. He stepped inside, grabbed my arm, and yanked me forward. His grip was powerful but not painful. "You are not secure here any longer. Whatever that is, it is on its way to you.""For me?" My gut tightened into knots as I murmured. I was having trouble comprehending it. How could something be pursuing me? I wasn't important; I was just a rejected, weak girl. But the terror in Eric's eyes made it difficult to ignore the truth: whatever was out there, it had me in its
Kyara's POVThe word whispered through me like a pulse, filling every fiber of my being. "Fight."Victor was only a few steps away, his outstretched hand mocking the guy I thought I loved. Behind him, tyranny reigned—the village was on fire, and screams of pain echoed through the night air. But just now, all I could see was him. His smug grin. His audacity. And Eric, lying broken at my feet, his breath shallow and weak. My fingers clenched into fists, and the shadows within surged, sending a cold wave of power through my veins. I wasn't just an abandoned girl, Neither was I a mere pawn in someone else's game. I was *something more*. “You’re right about one thing, Victor,” I said, my voice steady despite the tremor of power inside me. “I do have a choice. And I choose to end this—my way.” Victor tilted his head, his golden hair catching the flickering firelight. “You’re bold, Kyara. But boldness won’t save you—or him.” The shadows coiled at my feet, responding to my anger like
Kyara's POVThe creature’s voice was like gravel grinding against steel, dark and malevolent. “Silverblood,” it rumbled again, the word echoing in the clearing as if the earth itself feared it. Behind Eric’s broad, protective stance, my mind raced. "Silverblood". The name seems strange yet slightly familiar, like a song from a dream I couldn't identify. "What do you want from her?" Eric's voice was piercing and his body coiled like a spring about to break. The creature's twisted lips curved into a mocking smile. “She is the key,” it hissed, its glowing green eyes piercing through me. “To death. To life. To everything.” I stepped forward, ignoring Eric’s arm as he tried to block me. “What do you mean?” I demanded, surprising myself with the strength in my voice. “Why me?” The creature tilts its bizarre head, the movement is unnervingly slow. “Because you were *chosen*.” “Chosen for what?” My throat felt thick, but I pushed past my nervousness. "To end it all," it said, widen
Kyara's POVThe world came back in bursts. The first sound is that of a crackling fire. And then a smell of moist soil and burning wood. My body hurt as if it had been pulled apart and fused back together. "Kyara, wake up." Eric's voice cut through the fog in my mind, rough and full of worry. I blinked against the dim light and saw him kneeling beside me. His shirt was ripped, a new cut ran down his jaw, and his eyes—those piercing, midnight eyes—were filled with barely contained rage. "What… what happened?" My voice sounded weak, barely a whisper. Eric leaned in, his presence grounding me. "You lost control." The memory flooded back—shadows writhing, power erupting from deep within me, and the strange woman with silver eyes who spoke of Silverbloods and destiny. "She's gone," Eric said, as if reading my thoughts. "Who?" "The woman. The person who appeared to enjoy speaking in riddles. His jaw tightened. “She vanished when you passed out. "Left no trace." I attempted
Kyara’s POVEric's words lingered in the air but did little to calm the storm within me. As much as I wanted to believe his promise to fight for me, I knew he couldn't keep me safe from this. I was unsure if I wanted him to. An awful part of me said that I needed to face this alone, that whatever power it was, it belonged only to me.The problem was that I wasn't certain I could control it.Eric stood close to me, his gaze seeking answers. But I didn't have any responses for him. Just questions—never-ending, terrifying inquiry."Kyara," he continued softly but firmly, "we need to figure out what's going on with you." If Victor is correct and there is a prophecy, we need to grasp what we're dealing with.I nodded, but my mind was racing. How could I understand something that did not make sense? A prophecy? A power I didn't ask for? The entire concept appeared absurd, like something out of a twisted storybook. Yet, deep within, I felt its reality like a slow-burning flame. There was som
Kyara's POVI didn't wake up to the pleasant glow of the light or the comfort of my bed. No, I awoke to the suffocating blackness of a foreign landscape, damp, cold, and strangely silent. My body felt heavy and nearly numb as if the strength surging through me had sapped all of my energy. My limbs were sluggish and scarcely responding, but the pain in my chest persisted, reminding me of what had just happened. The voice, cold and nasty, rang in my mind."Mercy or destruction."I sat up slowly, peering in the darkness, my heart racing. Where was I?"Kyara?" A strong voice pierced through the silence.Eric.He sat next to me on the ground, his massive form silhouetted by the dim light coming through a break in what appeared to be a stone wall. Relief came over me, but it was temporary. The sight in his eyes was a mix of concern and something sinister.I looked around. We were in some underground room, perhaps a cellar. The walls were covered in moist stones, and the air was dense with t
Kyara's POVEverything around me froze as Victor emerged out of the shadows. His eyes, filled with a familiar, sickly brightness, fastened on me. I could feel the mate bond tugging at me again, a sensation I thought I had forgotten under the weight of his rejection. But this time, things were different. Darker. More demanding.Eric's growl rumbled low in his throat, and his body tightened as he stood protectively in front of me. "Leave now, Victor, before I tear you apart," Eric said in a hard, unyielding voice.But Victor simply smirked, his gaze shifting between us. "I'm not here for a fight, Eric," he remarked nonchalantly, but the stress in his voice belied his words. His gaze returned to me, and I felt the strain of his presence wrap around me like a chokehold. "I'm here for her."My pulse raced and panic rose in my chest. "I don't belong to you anymore," I mumbled, forcing the words out, but they rang empty even to my ears.Victor's sneer intensified, and his eyes narrowed. "Oh,
Kyara's POVThe roar reverberated throughout the night, sending shivers down my spine. I froze in place, clutching the doorframe as support. "We must move. He said, "Now," with a low but urgent tone. His tone was devoid of ambiguity."Wh-what was that?" My throat was dry, and I could stammer. My pulse accelerated as I returned to the modest stone hut, gazing out into the shadowy woodland beyond. The darkness looked to be alive as if it were watching and waiting for us."Not someone you want to meet," Eric replied abruptly. He stepped inside, grabbed my arm, and yanked me forward. His grip was powerful but not painful. "You are not secure here any longer. Whatever that is, it is on its way to you.""For me?" My gut tightened into knots as I murmured. I was having trouble comprehending it. How could something be pursuing me? I wasn't important; I was just a rejected, weak girl. But the terror in Eric's eyes made it difficult to ignore the truth: whatever was out there, it had me in its
Kyara's POVAs I stood at the brink of the Silver Fang area, the air was thick with tension, my body shivering from the weight of my failures rather than the cold. The full moon shed a pale glow over the woods, and silence settled in like a smothering blanket. I had always imagined that this would be my home, but it suddenly felt more like a prison—one from which I was finally being released.But not by choice.I drew a trembling breath and tightened the straps on my purse, the leather biting into my palms. Victor stood a few feet behind me, gazing in frigid silence. The mate link we previously had, which should have been holy, felt like a distant, bitter memory now. His rejection was like a dagger still embedded in my chest, twisting every time I dared to imagine what might have been."You were never strong enough, Kyara," he murmured, his tone as frigid as the night around us. "I need a mate worthy of being by my side, not…this."I winced, my heart twisted from his words. I'd heard