Kyara's POV
The 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 a living thing. “You always underestimated me,” I said, stepping over Eric’s unconscious form. My fingers twitched, and the shadows shot forward, swirling around Victor like a storm.
He raised his blade, the dark energy on its edge clashing with the shadows. The collision sent shockwaves through the air, knocking debris from burning rooftops. Victor smirked as he pushed back against my power. “You think you can control this, don’t you?”
I wasn't sure I could. The shadows inside me felt wild, as if they had their mind, whispering dark promises that I didn't want to hear. But I didn't have time to pause.
“I don’t have to control it to stop you,” I retorted, pouring everything into the attack.
Victor stumbled back, his smirk faltering for the first time. “Impressive,” he admitted. “But let’s see how far you’re willing to go, Kyara.”
Before I could react, Victor lunged, faster than I’d ever seen him move. His blade sliced through the air, aimed directly at Eric.
“No!” I screamed, throwing myself between them.
Shadows formed a protective barrier around me, swallowing Victor's blade. The impact sent a shockwave through the clearing, and I was thrown to the ground. My vision blurred, but I forced myself to focus as I crawled toward Eric.
His eyes opened just as my trembling hand brushed against his cheek. "Kyara," he whispered, his voice thin but alive.
Relief washed over me, but it was fleeting. Victor's laugh echoed throughout the clearing. "Touching," he said mockingly. "But your precious Alpha won't save you now."Eric pushed himself up, his jaw set as he stared at Victor. "You're wrong," he stated, his voice low and dangerous. "She does not require saving. "She never did.
The warmth of his words surrounded me like a shield, making me feel impenetrable for a short while. Eric's palm came into touch with mine, and an electric charge went between us. It wasn't the shadows this time, but something more powerful.
Together, we stood, facing Victor.
“You’re making a mistake,” Victor said, his golden eyes narrowing. “This isn’t over, Kyara. You are mine, accept it or not. "You must remain who you are."
"I'm not yours," I responded calmly and firmly. "And I never will be."
Victor hissed, sparking his blade with malicious energy once more. "Then you leave me no choice."A piercing cry cut through the darkness before he could strike. The roar was so strong that it disrupted Victor in his tracks. My heart leaped as a massive wolf emerged from the forest, its silver fur gleaming in the firelight.
It wasn’t just any wolf—it was Alpha Marcus, Eric’s most trusted second-in-command, followed by a dozen Crescent Moon warriors.
Victor’s confident smirk wavered as he assessed the odds. “This isn’t over, Kyara,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You’ll come to me. They always do.”
With that, he vanished into the darkness, leaving the flaming village and chaotic events behind.
The Crescent Moon warriors went rapidly to extinguish the fires and care for the injured. But I was focused on Eric, who appeared to be regaining strength.
"You shouldn't have done that," he replied, his voice tough but his gaze kind.“Done what?” I asked a hint of defiance in my voice.
“Put yourself in danger for me.”
I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. “And what was I supposed to do? Let him kill you?”
Eric’s lips twitched into the faintest smile. “I’m not used to someone putting me first.”
“Well, get used to it,” I said, surprising even myself with my boldness.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek. The touch was light, but it sent a shiver down my spine. “You’re impossible,” he murmured, his voice laced with something I couldn’t quite place.
“And yet, here I am,” I replied, echoing the words I had spoken earlier.
Eric's countenance softened, and for a brief time, the turmoil around us subsided. It was only him and me standing in the ruins of the war, united by something neither of us quite understood.
But the moment was brief. A sudden yell from the community brought us back to reality.
"We need to move," Eric replied, his voice active again.
The weight of what had just transpired weighed heavily on me as we returned to the village. The darkness within me had risen, bringing with it a horrible realization: Victor was correct in one thing—I couldn't escape who I was.
But what was I?
That question haunted me as we reached the village square. The fires were out, but the air was thick with smoke and sorrow. Eric began organizing the warriors, his commanding presence a stark contrast to the vulnerability he had shown earlier.
I turned to leave, needing a moment alone when a voice stopped me in my tracks.
“Kyara.”
I spun around, my heart sinking as I saw Rena standing in the shadows. Her eyes gleamed with a knowing light, and a faint smile played on her lips.
“You’ve only just begun to scratch the surface of your power,” she said, her voice soft but filled with an unsettling certainty. “But be careful, child. The line between savior and destroyer is thinner than you think.”
Before I could respond, she disappeared, leaving me alone with her ominous words.
I turned back toward the village, but something caught my eye—a glint of silver on the ground where Victor had stood. I bent down to pick it up, my breath hitching as I recognized the object.
It was a ring—one I had seen before.
Victor’s mate Mark.
And etched inside was a single word that sent a chill down my spine: "Silverblood."
The shadows inside me stirred again, and for the first time, I felt the weight of what they truly meant.
This wasn’t over.
And it was far from the end.
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 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 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 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