Cecilia POVAfter arguing with us, Vahn still insisted on leading his men to rescue Freeda. Just as they were about to leave the camp, Ethan intervened, and Julian had Vahn locked up in his room.It was clear that Vahn genuinely cared about Freeda, which earned him a sliver of my respect. At least he had some backbone.Julian tasked me with rounding up and counting the Rogue captives and warriors from the Northern Territory we had. There were 11 captives—an eerie coincidence.I had a few reliable warriors keep watch over the captives in order to prevent history from repeating itself. In war, once the spark of hatred appeared, it would slowly spread through everyone. I did not want an endless loop of revenge. Julian sent a message to the enemy, requesting a trade of captives and a ceasefire. We received their reply the next evening—they agreed to the trade, but it would take place in the desert, the Rogue's territory."This must be the enemy's trap. They're luring us in to slau
Cecilia POV"Y-You're not a wolf. Just what are you?" Vahn stumbled backward in surprise. Layla grabbed him by the neck and slammed him into the ground effortlessly."You're a Shadow!" I exclaimed in shock. That face was just the same as the Shadow I had interrogated in the Lotus Pack. Her face was a twisted mash of beast and human. 'Just how did she become a Shadow?' I wondered."What? Did I scare you?" Layla didn't bother to put her veil back on. She stood there boldly, her disfigured face exposed for all to see."I look like this because of your mate," she said, sneering at Vahn. "You care about her face, but what about mine?" She kicked him hard as he lay on the ground."What are you talking about? What is a Shadow? What does Freeda have to do with any of this?" Vahn was completely lost, his confusion growing with every revelation."Vahn, don't waste your breath! Kill her!" Freeda suddenly screamed, breaking her silence. Her voice was raw with agony. "She didn't just
Layla POVI looked out at the horizon of the desert. In autumn last year, I witnessed a similar sunset that seemed to bleed across the sky. Back then, I sat on my mother's old bed. Even though I was light, it groaned beneath me. The house was filthy, with dust and grime clinging to the walls from years of neglect.The sunset outside painted my mother's still face with the hue of blood.It had been three days since she died.Her body was starting to decompose, and the stench of death filled the air.The entire three days were spent in silence. The only sounds of life came from behind our tattered door. For three days, I sat there, thinking. How was I supposed to survive without her? I wasn't even 18 yet, and the slums were unforgiving to the weak. And without her, I felt weaker than ever.Suddenly, there was a frantic knock at the door. My heart raced, a whirlwind of fear and hope swirling inside me.I slowly got to my feet and wiped my tears away with the back of my hand
Layla POVMy uncle hadn't even left the Western Kingdom before he was killed. Spencer delivered his head to me as a so-called gift for my 18th birthday.I finally shifted after purging the wolfsbane from my system. However, I was still weaker than other werewolves since I did not have any combat training. Therefore, I decided to stop wearing dresses and changed into battle gear. I asked Spencer to teach me how to fight. He agreed even though he believed he could always protect me himself.We spent some happy times together until Jackson discovered our relationship."She's half-blood and not just any half-blood—she's human, the most fragile kind! Do you know what this means for our bloodline? Your children might not even be able to shift like real werewolves!" he roared in the great hall, and his voice was filled with disdain.Spencer held my hand tightly as he stood in front of me. He was nervous but resolute. "Father, she is my mate. The bond between us is unbreakable. You know
Layla POV"He came back like this?" Jackson's voice echoed through the grand hall, dripping with disdain.He looked down at his eldest son with a disgusted look. "My heir, the future Rogue King, reduced to... this pitiful, broken state."I wanted to scream at him, to tell him how unfair his words were, especially when his son was barely clinging to life. Yet, the cold gaze Jackson turned on me silenced any retort I had. I knew he didn't just loathe his son; he despised me as well. If Spencer hadn't insisted on marrying me, he wouldn't have gone off to the battlefield alone and risked everything.Jackson never abided by the werewolf world's rules of mates. He didn't believe in the Moon Goddess' arrangements, dismissing them as foolish. For him, only absolute power mattered. He fathered eight children with five powerful female warrior wolves, and five of them were sons. Spencer and his four brothers had been forced into brutal competition from a young age, with only the strongest
Cecilia POVLayla finished recounting her story with a composed expression. Darkness had settled over the vast, empty desert, and an eerie silence filled the air. It was as if the whole world had paused in a moment of suspense. The scorching heat from earlier had faded with the sun's descent and was replaced by a sharp, piercing chill that crept into everything, harsh and unrelenting.The wind howled like a lone wolf. Its mournful cry rose and fell as if it was singing a song of sorrow."You've hurt too many innocent people in your quest for revenge," I said, my voice trembling with emotion. "Your mate shouldn't have died," I continued, my tone now calmer. "But so many others shouldn't have died either. My uncle never ordered the mistreatment of prisoners. The one who hurt your mate and his comrades was Freeda! "You killed my uncle's entire family, 19 people, based on a mistake. You kidnapped a 14-year-old girl, cut off her fingers, and beheaded her mother. You've destroyed li
Vahn POVLayla's blood splattered across my face. I tried to wipe it away but only succeeded in smearing it all over. Cecilia stood frozen in place, her body trembling as if she were about to collapse. Before I could reach out to steady her, Julian caught her in his arms."Back to camp," Julian commanded, and we began our march back.… Freeda and I shared the same vehicle on the return trip. Neither of us spoke along the way. She held my hand tightly. Although I didn't push her away, my palm was devoid of any warmth.My wife, the woman who had stood beside me in countless battles, who had been so fearless, a warrior whose honor I never once doubted, had done something so cruel!I couldn't decide whether it was the horrors of war that had changed her or if this had been her true nature all along.…When we arrived at camp, I took Freeda to the field hospital. Even the doctor seemed taken aback by her condition."This is the result of the examination," the doctor told me outsid
Vahn POVWhen I stepped out of the field hospital, the sharp scent of disinfectant hung in the air. I could hear the door creak shut behind me, but I ignored it. I looked up, taking in the camp now reduced to ruins from the bombardment.I caught sight of Cecilia.My ex-wife stood just a few feet away, her back to me as she spoke with a doctor. Her fiery red hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders.She knew the truth all along, but she kept it from me! I had been manipulated by the ruthless Freeda and deceived by Cecilia. A fool, that was what they had made me.Before I could stop myself, her name left my lips.She turned slowly, her eyes widening when they met mine. However, there was no emotion in them."Hi," I managed to say, though the words felt stuck in my throat."Hi," she replied calmly. She crossed her arms as the doctor excused himself and walked away."Why?" My voice came out rough, strained, as I tried to cover up the vulnerability creeping into it. "You and Juli