Adrian BlackthroneDays turned into weeks as we fortified our defenses at the borders, preparing for his attacks. I spent every moment I could with Morana, our bond growing stronger with each passing day.One night, as we lay in bed, naked, holding each other, she turned to me, her expression seriou
"Try me," she challenged, her eyes locking onto mine. "I’ve seen and felt more pain than you know. I’m not leaving until you talk to me."Her stubbornness was infuriating, but a part of me knew she was right. I couldn’t carry this burden alone. I stopped pacing and looked at her, my shoulders slumpi
Unknown POV:- Somewhere outside the pack grounds** Anger. That was the emotion that was searing through every fiber of my being. Every plan and every attempt had failed. Adrian had proven to be a difficult target, always one step ahead, always surviving. I was running out of patience. The throne,
Morana In the heart of the dark forest called Mistwood Hill, where the tall trees stood watch and the whispering wind danced through the leaves like graceful spirits, there was a symphony of sound that echoed through the night. I took careful steps as I monitored the plants along the banks of the
My mind raced as I struggled to come up with something that explained the situation to him. Before I could stop him, he made his way to the attic. “Rowan, it’s nothing,” I called while following. “Wait.” I tried to stop him, but it was too late. “Who is he?” His voice was sharp, and his eyes fixe
Adrian Blackthrone. Blood. I can’t breathe. I could feel my lungs tightening. Pain. So consuming. My gaze fixed on my trembling hands, which were covered in blood. Her blood. NO! This can’t be happening. Everything around me stilled. I tore my eyes from my hands and landed them on
Morana I felt something shifting in the atmosphere of the room the moment he muttered something under his breath. I gazed at him and noticed the shift in his mood. The subtle change in the air left me feeling on edge. His expression, once cold and distant, twisted into a mixture of sadness and an
A week later,On our way back home from school, I noticed Jaxson and Liam talking in hushed whispers and chuckling. I glanced at them, and the moment they felt my eyes on them, they went silent. Hazel had been smiling and teasing me since morning, which was unusual. My friends were acting strange, a