Novels by Dammy Anad

Nyra's POVThe forest was stretched out ahead of us, a never-ending puzzle of dark green and dry earth.The tall trees covered the light, and every snap of a twig underfoot echoed through the air.Draven walked ahead, silent and annoyingly composed, like he had not just dragged me away from my son with only a half explanation.I followed him, boots stamping on the ground, my heart was pounding with every step we further took away from the pack.I looked at the back of his head, willing for him to turn around. "Are you going to tell me where we are going, or do you just enjoy hearing me walk after you like some lost child?"He did not answer. Of course, he did not. "Draven," I said again. "This is not funny, I left my son there, you owe me some answers." Still nothing.The path we went along was not the one we used to take. It twisted and changed into parts of the forest that felt older and heavier.The trees were thicker here, twisted and dark with age, their branches pointing at the

Nyra’s POV"I have to take Auren along," I said immediately, my voice sounding low and urgent. "I am not leaving him alone, Draven."His eyes became wide, the tension in his body tightened. I could see the way he was trying so hard to maintain his composure."Where we are going is not a place for children," he said, his voice clipped.I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, the documents from his desk were still burning my mind.The names, the dates, the secret locations, all of it spells out betrayal. Distrust coiled around my heart like a living thing. "I do not care, I do not trust anyone here, I can not risk anyone.""You will have to," he simply said, with patience that only made me more angry. He stood there, without moving, his hands placed behind his back. "Not everyone here is against you. Some are still loyal and some are still good."I gave a short and bitter laugh that scratched my throat. "Forgive me if I am not eager to gamble my son's life on your judgment."The words

Nyra's POVI swallowed thickly, throat dry as parchment. My fingers were still pressed onto the pages, as if letting go would somehow make this entire moment disappear.I looked up at him, he was caught in the act, he had no lie to cover up quickly, no excuse was clever enough."I uh!" My voice caught in my throat, it was embarrassingly weak. "I was just..."Just what, Nyra? Snooping? Breaking the one unspoken rule between us? He stared at me, without blinking. Waiting."I should not have," I finally admitted. Draven did not move. He stood still looking so guilty."I am sorry," I added, even though I was not really sure if I was. The truth was that I was angry too. No. Scratch that. I was furious.The guilt that had gripped me was clear. Because why should I feel bad? He had kept this from me.The deaths. The drought. The fractures in the land are magic. He had known all along. And he did not say a word.I stood up slowly from the chair, every inch of my body tensed as I looked at me.

Nyra’s POVThe scent of sizzling eggs and roasted herbs filled the air, warm and familiar. I was not the best cook, but after everything Auren had been through, I figured he deserved a real breakfast. Something made by me. Something that said, you are safe now.The kitchen has become something of a sanctuary these past few days. The simple act of cracking eggs into a hot pan, watching the whites spread and solidify while the yolks remained perfect golden circles, brought me a peculiar peace that had been absent elsewhere in our lives. I seasoned the eggs with dried herbs I had found in ceramic jars lined neatly on the shelf—rosemary, thyme, and a pinch of something unfamiliar but pleasantly aromatic. The woody scent mingled with the richness of the eggs, creating a homely atmosphere that seemed almost foreign after weeks of survival mode.I arranged the food on mismatched plates I had discovered in the cupboards—simple ceramic dishes with faded blue patterns around the edges. They we

Draven’s POVThe knock on my door resembled a striking ram. I jumped to my feet in seconds.Survival instinct activated immediately, only for me to discover that it was my Beta, Jareth. He was standing there, breathing heavily, as if he had run across the entire compound.His normally composed behavior had vanished, replaced by an urgency that instantly put me on alert.The muscles in his neck were tensed, his posture was rigid despite his obvious effort. Whatever brought him here before dawn could not wait."The Elders' Council awaits you in the Great Hall," he said briefly. "They indicated that it was urgent." Naturally they did.The Elders Council rarely assembled before sunrise unless something threatened our territory.Their summons carried the weight of generations of tradition, a call that no Alpha could ignore regardless of personal inconvenience.I looked towards the window where the first hints of daybreak painted the sky in muted colors.I ran my fingers through my hair, h

Nyra’s POVCold sweat clung to my back, and my hands shaked as I tightly held the sheets. And then. Warmth.Soft breath against my arm. A tiny hand was placed around my nightshirt. Auren.I turned to the other side to find him beside me. He was still asleep, his little chest was rising and falling in a gentle rhythm.I pulled him into my arms, holding him near to me, hiding my face in the curve of his neck as I tried to slow down my heart, which was beating fast.He is safe. He is here. But the dream. No. The nightmare.Even till now, I could still smell the burning wood and feel the pack house shaking under my feet.I could still hear the distant screams, the sound of wolves falling one by one under the attack of something that is unnatural.And then her. Zaira Blackthorn. A name I did not recognize. A face carved into my memory like a curse, long black robes that billowed like smoke, eyes silver and bottomless, her voice a lullaby soaked in poison.She moved through the destruction