Emily's POV I walked out of the bathroom feeling embarrassed. If the white-haired man was really the one who really cleaned me up then he saw everything, didn't he?“Emily, be real. The white-haired guy probably didn't…”I sighed. Why was I worrying more than expected? I could just ask him this question and get over it.Out of curiosity, I walked down the corner to another area and saw that it was the kitchen. It was nice and it had a storage behind it. I walked over to it and saw that it contained food.Outside, under the bamboo roof, I saw the white-haired man sitting while reading a book. He seemed so into the book and this made me curious. What was he reading?I walked over to him and took the seat in front of him. I didn't even know why I did that. I could have easily escaped but instead I was sitting in front of him. Maybe it was because I knew he wouldn't harm me. If he was going to harm me, he would have done so already. I might as well figure out how to repay the favour he d
Emily's POV How long would I have to live here while wondering about the white-haired man? He was a man of a few words alright, but that didn't matter. He should be willing to talk to me more since he rescued me. Why wasn't he taking responsibility for his actions? I scoffed. Then I realized something. I could as well be the one to initiate the conversation between the two of us.And one day, I went to the kitchen and made a meal for the both of us. The white-haired man was sitting outside as usual under the bamboo roof. I walked to him with the pot containing pork soup and placed it on the table.He looked at me as though asking ‘What are you doing?’I gave him a simple smile.“I saw some meat in the kitchen and decided to make us something with it.”“Really?” He said, which made me frown.“You don't like it?”“You… don't have to.” He responded.“I want to. To repay you for your kindness. By the way, what's your name? I don't know your name.”The white-haired man grabbed a spoon and
Emily's POV “You can keep him in the backyard of my house,” he said and I jumped up happily. When I noticed what I was doing, I stopped jumping and caressed the cute rabbit in my arms.“You hear what Fayne said? I can keep you in the backyard. We'll be together.”I heard a sound in front of us causing me to avert my gaze from the rabbit to In front of us where an antelope was walking while sniffing the grass for a bite to eat.Fayne pulled forth his bow and arrow and shot the antelope's side. The antelope immediately started to limp away but Fayne shot its leg and it started bleeding out, then it lost its consciousness.“That's it, we have meet for the day.” I said.Fayne went to grab the antelope. He pulled out the arrows from its side and leg before swinging the antelope over his shoulder.“Let's go.” He told me and we headed home.When we went back, Fayne went to the kitchen to butcher the antelope while I sat there on the kitchen stool swaying left and right.I stared at the rabb
Emily's POV “So you don't think humans kill each other under false pretense all the time?”“Humans are not perfect and they go against each other a lot of time. That doesn't mean that this time, a berserker isn't responsible for their deaths.”“Do you believe in this so much, Fayne?”He nodded, “I do.”I clenched my fists. No matter what I said, he wouldn't believe me. Which meant that I should keep my being a berserker away from him as it was unlikely for him to support me if I told him that.I kept my head bowed. “I'm going to bed, Fayne.”Fayne looked at me with parted lips, then he nodded. I went to my room and laid on the bed while sobbing myself to sleep. I was healing… I remembered everything that I had gone through and it made me feel overwhelmed and emotional.I wiped my tears but I couldn't forget any of what I had to go through. Maybe that was why I was here. To heal from the pains of the past.My parents… if only they cared about me as much as I was inclined to care abou
Emily's POV “Well, why are you suddenly curious about me?” Fayne asked.“I do know that there's something about you that should be known other than the fact that you're the King's hunter.”Fayne ran his fingers through his hair.“Why would you want to know anything about me other than the fact that I rescued you. It's not like you're going to live here forever.”I swallowed. He had a point. I'd never thought that far ahead. I had nowhere to go so I had subconsciously taken this place as a home in my heart.“You’re right, and I'm grateful for the opportunity to live here but I just want to know more about my saviour.”“The only thing you need to know about me is that I'm Fayne and will forever be no matter what happens to me.”“You are Fayne,”I placed my hand on his cheek while staring into his eyes. After a long second, Fayne removed my hand from his face.“Fine,” he said. “I'll tell you.”“My parents were killed by wolves. Then I was rescued by a group of wolf hunters who taught me
Emily's POV Fayne's look was aggravated and angry which made me stare at him with raised brows. I'd never seen him this unsettled. It made me wonder if there was more underneath the surface.“The king wants you to give him an explanation.” Liam said to Fayne. But then Fayne's wandering eyes caught mine.I cleared my throat nervously and walked over.“Here are the stuffs you requested.”I placed the pieces of papers and ink on the desk.Liam stood on his feet and bowed to Fayne. “Sir, I'll get going now.”Fayne said nothing and watched Liam leave.I looked at Fayne and hesitated. Should I really be saying something to Liam right now?“Are you okay?” I ended up asking, then I realized that he must see that as a stupid question. He was obviously not doing well. I was about to change the direction of the conversation but Fayne looked at me with a gentle smile.“I’m fine.”I was taken aback by Fayne's smile.“What's wrong with you?” I looked at him hesitantly. I'd rarely seen him smile.
Emily's POVMy eyes widened as he spoke. “Emily, you should leave.”I looked at Fayne's face, understanding what he was saying. It didn't matter what I wanted. He was telling me to leave and it was up to me to respect myself and leave.“Fine, I'll leave. But before I leave, give me three days.”“And what will the three days be for?” He asked me.“You'll teach me how to survive alone with multiple skills that you have such as shooting and setting traps for animals.”“Mind you, it's not all skills that require physical strength. Some have to deal with de-escalating conflicts and so on.”“I'm willing to learn as much as possible from you before leaving.” I said.Fayne looked at me for the longest time possible and then nodded.“Today will be the first day then.”“But it's getting late.”“It's better than starting later.”I couldn't help but think that Fayne was keeping something from me. He was acting pretty normal untill Liam came with some letters for him to read. I wondered what that
Emily's POV I left the rabbit, Grey in Fayne's backyard maybe he would take care of him. At least he'd have something that reminded him of me. In my room, I opened the wardrobe and pulled out some of the clothes. I folded them neatly and put them in the bag. Once I was done, I flung the bag across of my shoulder and walked out. I would miss this place but it didn't matter. Not to me, not to Fayne.I entered the woods and took the path to the town.When I entered the town, I noticed how scanty the town was which made me wonder.There was nothing different about it but the people weren't filled with as much brightness and beauty anymore.I walked to a nearby stall in which an elderly woman was making noodles. I walked to her, filled with much curiosity.“Hello ma'am,” I said to her but I was left with no response.“Do not be offended but I have something to ask you.”“No noodles, no asking.” She responded.I had no money in my hands so I couldn't buy her noodles.I sighed and proceeded
Emily's POV “Was hoping you'd think I was unconscious,” he mumbled into my hair. “So you wouldn’t make me move.” I laughed softly and turned toward him, our legs tangling naturally. He looked younger in the morning light, softer. As if the weight of his past had stepped back, if only for a few hours. I brushed my fingers across his brow, smoothing back a strand of hair that had fallen in his eyes. “I don’t want to move either,” I whispered. “Then don’t,” he said, pulling me closer. “We’ve earned one morning.” It was a strange thing—stillness. Foreign, almost. Our love had bloomed in war, grown through hardship, deepened through leadership. Most days, it felt like we were always on the edge of something: a threat, a decision, a moment too big to breathe through. But today… Today, we were just Emily and Fayne. Not Alpha. Not demon. Not legend. Just two people who had made it through the storm and still chose each other. He kissed the top of my head. “Still thinking about Kael?”
Emily's POV The echo of my children’s voices still lingered in the corridor even after I walked away. Something had changed—subtly, but powerfully. Kael and Aerlyn had finally found a rhythm, however fragile. That mattered more than any council, any throne. I drifted into the quiet of our chambers, the familiar warmth of it greeting me like a gentle tide. Fayne stood near the window, bathed in moonlight, his arms crossed as he stared into the distance like he always did when his mind wandered too far. He turned when he heard me, and his crooked smile instantly softened everything in me. “They’ll be alright,” I said, sinking into the edge of the couch. He raised a brow. “Kael didn’t burn down anything?” “Not today,” I teased. Fayne chuckled and walked over. “Then we’ll call that a win.” There was silence for a beat, one that didn’t demand to be filled. We were getting good at this kind of peace—the quiet between the wild. The world outside always turned, but we had carved out
Emily's POV I nodded. “Exactly. A joint council. One that unites the packs and keeps decisions balanced. Aerlyn will lead the Galahad and Red Cross packs, yes. Kael will govern Donovan when the time comes. But their power won't lie in their territories. It’ll lie in their ability to come together for decisions that affect all of us.”“Smart,” Fayne admitted, brushing a hand across my shoulder. “Give them shared stakes so there’s less room for rivalry.”“And more room for respect,” I added. “We’ll train them to make decisions together. Mediate conflicts. See each other as equals, even when their paths differ. We’ll show Kael that his role isn’t smaller, just different. He’ll grow into a protector, a strategist, a voice for the more volatile edges of the packs.”Fayne gave a small smile. “That sounds like you’ve been planning this for years.”“I have.” I turned toward him fully, letting the weight of my thoughts settle. “Because I know what it’s like to be raised in a world that pits s
Emily's POV The sun had dipped low, brushing golden light across the glass windows as I stood at the edge of the balcony, overlooking Galahad’s inner gardens. The breeze was gentle, tugging at the silk of my robe, and in the distance, I could hear laughter—Aerlyn training the younger wolves again, just as she always did.Behind me, I heard Fayne’s footsteps, quiet but heavy with thought. He came to stand beside me, his arms folded, gaze cast out toward the horizon. For a moment, we stood in silence, listening to the world we had carved out together. The peace we had fought for. Bled for.I sighed. “We have a family.”Fayne looked at me, his expression softening.“There were nights,” I continued, voice low, “when I didn’t think that would ever be our truth. That we’d ever survive long enough to see it. But now we have two children. A daughter who's strong enough to lead, and a son with a heart that's still learning to shape itself.”His hand slid gently over mine, warm and grounding.
Aerlyn’s POV I sat at the edge of the long stone table, the parchment map spread before us rippling with age and memory. Every scar on its surface marked a past battle, a lesson etched in ink and blood. Now it was my turn to leave a mark.Alpha Dante from the southern border was mid-sentence, proposing a joint patrol with his fastest wolves. Normally, I would’ve deferred to my mother—but today, I leaned forward.“That route won’t hold,” I said, surprising even myself with how calm my voice was. “The rogue movements I tracked followed wind pockets and low paths. They’re avoiding open terrain. We’d be leaving our flank exposed.”The room went still. A few of the elders exchanged glances. One even scoffed under his breath. But my mother said nothing. She didn’t have to. Her silence was her faith in me.Dante grunted, pointing at a different section of the map. “Then you suggest we close in here?”I nodded. “And reroute the scouts to this ridge. It’s narrow but provides full visibility.
Aerlyn’s POVThe gates of Galahad came into view just as the sun began to rise behind them, casting long gold shadows across the valley. Home. Safe. But not for long—not if what I found in Hollowpine was any indication.I dismounted quickly, handed my reins off to a stable guard, and headed straight for the central hall. My clothes were caked in dust, and my mind still raced with what I saw, what I *felt*.Guards nodded as I passed, their expressions shifting from relief to concern when they caught sight of my face. I must’ve looked like I hadn’t slept in days. I hadn’t.At the doors to the throne room, I didn’t wait to be announced.“Open the doors,” I told the sentries.They did.Inside, Mother stood near the map table, Fayne beside her. The room fell quiet as I entered, scroll still sealed in one hand, and a bloodied sash from Hollowpine in the other.Emily’s eyes locked on mine. Calm, but alert. “You’re early.”I dropped the sash onto the table. “Because Hollowpine isn’t there any
Emily’s POVThe stars were starting to blink into the sky when I found her in the training yard, alone, her sword still strapped to her back. She was sitting on the edge of the stone bench, shoulders relaxed now, legs swinging softly like she had when she was younger. She heard me before she saw me—her ears were always sharp—and looked up with those fierce, storm-hardened eyes I’d given her.“You handled it well,” I said, stepping toward her.“I wasn’t sure I did,” she murmured, eyes flicking back to the horizon.I sat beside her, our shadows stretching long behind us. “You didn’t lash out. You didn’t act for pride. You made a decision, and you stuck by it. That’s leadership, Aerlyn. It’s not always about winning—it’s about keeping everyone alive long enough to understand what the game even is.”She tilted her head, a small smirk curling her lips. “I sounded like you today. I said something and immediately thought, ‘that’s something Mom would say.’”I laughed softly. “Is that a compli
Emily’s POVYears drifted by like petals on the wind—soft and fleeting.Aerlyn was sixteen when her gifts sharpened like the edge of a blade. She stood taller than I remembered, with my fire in her voice and Fayne’s focus in her eyes. Her command in the training fields grew more precise, and pack members had started turning their heads when she spoke.Kael, eleven now, was all light-footed charm and quicksilver wit. He followed her everywhere, not out of need, but out of devotion. Their bond had matured into something more formidable—no longer just childhood closeness, but a powerful understanding. Where Aerlyn was disciplined, Kael was inventive. She wielded strength with clean precision. He wielded unpredictability like a weapon. I’d once feared their differences would push them apart. Instead, they balanced each other like twin stars circling the same sun.One morning, I watched from the tower balcony as they sparred in the courtyard. The sun cut across the stone in long shadows,
Emily’s POVThe storm rolled in just after midnight. A low rumble of thunder echoed across the mountains as the wind whispered through the trees outside our window. But inside Galahad’s walls, all was warmth and glowing lanternlight—and urgency.Fayne held my hand tightly as another contraction surged through me, sharp and steady, a rhythm I knew all too well. The midwife moved with calm precision, and Melissa hovered nearby with a basin of water and quiet encouragement. “It’s time,” the midwife said softly, eyes on me. “He’s ready.” I gritted my teeth and nodded, gripping Fayne’s hand even tighter. His thumb brushed my knuckles, grounding me. I looked into his eyes and saw the same unwavering strength I had leaned on through wars and peace, darkness and light.And then… there he was. The room went silent for the briefest second before the baby’s first cry broke through, loud and clear, small lungs announcing his arrival to the world. “He’s here,” I whispered, tears already sl