HUNTERI'm pacing back and forth in my office, my fists clenched so tight I can feel my nails digging into my palms. The humiliation from last night still burns in my veins. Hazel, that infuriating woman, dared to embarrass me in front of everyone. No one disrespects me like that. No one. I need to teach her a lesson she won't forget. "Find Queen Hazel!" I snap at my beta, Ryan. He nods, eyes wide with a mix of fear and respect, and rushes out of the room. Good. I need her brought to me as soon as possible. The more I think about it, the more my anger grows, twisting into a dark desire for revenge. And just as it felt good, my spies had reported to me that Hazel was being taken away to a safe house. More like being delivered to me, because Ryan would make sure that they are intercepted regardless of what might happen next. Days feel like years, but finally, Ethan returns, dragging Hazel with him. She looks angry, her chin raised in that infuriating way she always does, even thou

ETHANThe towering walls that separate us from our destination still stand tall, but my brother and I are ready, adrenaline courses through my veins, mingling with a sense of nervousness. This is our chance to uncover the truth, to reveal the secrets that Hunter has been keeping hidden, and to save our mate. With practiced ease, Arnold and I scale the walls, and it’s easier than it looks, because our movements are swift and sure. That, or we are just really good at things like this. The cold stone presses against my palms as I haul myself up, my muscles straining with the effort. But the exhilaration of the climb outweighs the physical discomfort, driving me forward with renewed determination. Finally, we reach the other side, and what we see leaves us speechless. Structures rise up from the ground like specters in the night, their dark silhouettes casting long shadows across the barren landscape. At the far end, we spot a series of short pillars arranged in a mysterious pattern

ARNOLDI watch from across the dimly lit corridor as Hazel writhes in agony, her cries echoing off the damp stone walls. Every scream tears through me like a jagged blade, twisting in my gut, a relentless reminder of our powerlessness. Ethan and I are trapped in this wretched cell, our only view of Hazel's torment through the narrow bars that separate us. It's a cruel spectacle, one that haunts our every moment. The sight of her suffering ignites a fire within me, a burning fury that threatens to consume everything in its path. Hunter, that insufferable tyrant, revels in his cruelty. He saunters by our cell with a twisted smirk, taunting us with his vile promises. He speaks of domination, of seizing control over the kingdoms, as if it were his birthright. But we know the truth. His rule would be built upon a foundation of pain and suffering, a kingdom of ashes and despair. Hazel pleads with us, her voice raw with desperation. She begs us not to give in to Hunter's demands, not to s

HAZELThe cell is cold and silent after Hunter's departure, save for the faint breaths of Amber who seems to have fallen asleep already. Leaning against the rough stone wall, I close my eyes and trying to find some inner peace. I think of my people, of the strength I must find for them. As I drift into sleep, a soft, silvery light envelops me. I open my eyes to find myself standing in a beautiful, moonlit area. The air is fresh, filled with the scent of night blooming flowers. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves, and the peacefulness of the scene washes over me. Yes, I’m home. “Hazel.” A soft, melodious voice calls. I turn to see a radiant figure approaching. She is ethereal, with long, flowing hair that shimmers like moonlight and eyes that seem to hold the universe within them. “Moon goddess.” I whisper, bowing my head. “Is it really you? You look a bit different today.” She smiles, causing a warmth spreading through me, like she’s giving me her energy. “Yes, Hazel. I can l

HAZELThe moon hangs high above us, casting a silvery glow over the prison courtyard. It's a cold, quiet night, and it’s just perfect for what we have planned. Ethan, Arnold, and I huddle together in the shadows, whispering our final preparations among each other."We move quickly and silently," I remind them. My voice is barely above a whisper as I add, "Hunter can't know what's coming."As Ethan nods, the determination he feels is evident in his eyes. "We'll take out the guards first. Arnold, you disable the alarm. Hazel and I will handle the gate."Arnold gives a curt nod. "I’ve studied the guard patterns. If we time it right, we can get past without raising suspicion."As I glance around, the familiar sense of dread in me mingles with resolve. The dream is my beacon, and it guides us through the darkness. "For the kingdom," I whisper, feeling the words strengthen my resolve more and more."For the kingdom," they echo back.We move as one, just like a silent force against the nigh