LOGINLilith pov âWhat are you most afraid of, Lilith?âIf anyone asked me that question, I already had an answer.I wouldnât even need to think about it.It wasnât death.It wasnât sickness.It wasnât pain.It was helplessness.What terrified me the most was the feeling of helplessness. The feeling of standing there and watching the people I loved suffer while being unable to do anything. Unable to protect them. Unable to save them.The feeling of being weak.A scream ripped from my throat.Raw rage surged violently through every vein in my body as I launched myself at Samuel without hesitation, the ground beneath my feet cracking apart from the force.My hand shot straight toward his chest, toward his heart. My eyes burned red with murderous intent, every inch of me shaking with fury and SamuelâSamuel laughed.A wide grin stretched across his face as he stared at me with twisted amusement, like my rage itself entertained him.This manâŚThis monsterâŚ.He was the reason so many people died
Lilith povâLives are bestowed by the goddess. No one has the right to take them,â the man with the kind smile had said, sunlight glinting off his face as he looked at me. I was twelve, staring up at him with wide, curious eyes.âBut⌠what if there are bad people?â I had asked cautiously. âWhat if I have to fight, or kill, to protect myself or someone else?âHe had crouched slightly to meet my gaze, his smile unwavering but his eyes sharp, serious. âIf it ever comes to that, Lilith⌠then do it without hesitation. Protect yourself. Protect what you must. But know this, never do it out of cruelty. Only to survive, to protect, or to preserve what is sacred.âThose words had carved themselves into my bones. For all these years, I had believed them, lived by them. Every soul belonged to the Moon Goddess, and no one had the right to take it. Even when Dravena justified her killings, deep down, I knew she was right. Some people deserved to die, some deaths shouldn't be questioned and should
Samuel povLilith.She looked barely conscious now, slumped weakly against the ground with her eyes shut, her breathing shallow and uneven as the drug dragged her deeper under.I stared at her for a long moment before smiling faintly.âThat was my original plan,â I murmured quietly. âWhat I wanted to achieve.â My expression shifted slowly as I exhaled a short, almost amused breath. âBut nowâŚâ A soft laugh slipped out. âIâm not so sure anymore.â I tilted my head, studying her as though she were the only thing in the room worth understanding. âI donât know why Iâm doing any of this now.âMy brows furrowed faintly, a rare trace of confusion crossing my face. âYes, itâs exciting. Itâs entertaining. It's fucking fun to watch everyone being treated like a goddamn fool!â My smile twitched as I spoke, quieter this time, almost thoughtful. âBut I still donât really feel it.â My voice dropped slightly, softer, as though I were admitting something inconvenient to myself. âI donât think Iâm bec
Samuel povâSince everyone has already shared their stories,â I said lightly, my voice deep and casual, âitâs only fair that I share mine too, isnât it?âA thoughtful hum slipped from my lips as I tilted my head slightly. I didnât wait for an answer.I never did.There was no need for her voice. Not yet. Not when everything I wanted was already unfolding exactly the way it should.âThere was a boy,â I began softly, almost conversationally, âand that boy was me. Samuel.âMy footsteps echoed slowly against the ground as I walked. Each step dragged something deeper out of me, widened the grin on my lips, made my heartbeat pound heavier inside my chest.âWhen I was young, I already knew I was different.âThe moment the words left my lips, the world blurred.Shifted.Flickered.Until I was no longer there anymore.A mirror appeared in my mind and in front of it sat a small boyâtoo still, too quiet, too rehearsed.âSmile,â my mother said gently.I saw her clearly. Soft eyes. Warm voice. Sta
Lilith povWhen evil doesnât look like a monster, how would you even know who the real villain is?***My heart pounded so painfully it felt like it would rip straight out of my chest.So painfully I couldnât breathe.So painfully my vision blurred until I could barely see what was in front of me anymore.Maybe it was because the tears wouldnât stop falling.Or maybe it was because something deep in the darkness kept pulling at me, whispering for me to close my eyes, begging me to lose consciousness so I wouldnât have to witness what sat before me.My chest felt torn apart.Shredded into pieces that could never be put back together again because the man before meâŚThat couldnât be my father.It couldnât.My father couldn't be the one twitching weakly against the chair. He couldn't be the man with no eyes. No tongue. No arms. No legs.Not the man desperately trying to speak through broken, incoherent sounds spilling from his mouth.Yet I understood him.Even without words, I understood
Lilith povMy heart dropped.She was a Moonburn?She wasnât from Fangspire. She had just appeared in the packhouse one day. No one ever really knew where she came from. So sheâŚshe was from the Moonburn tribe.The ones who were wiped out years ago at the hands ofâMy stomach tightened.âVerekâŚâ I breathed.Loraâs expression didnât change.âThatâs right,â she said quietly. âVerek.â She stepped back slightly, like the memories themselves were too heavy. âWhen I was eight years old, he came to our village,â she said. âHe came alone at first. He spoke like a man offering salvation. Wealth. Safety. He said he would give us a large pack after his plans succeeded. After he became king of all packsâHer lips curled slightly.âAll he wanted was for the Moonburns to join him. Because we were strong. He wanted us to be rogues â Her voice hardened. âBut the elders refused. They chased him out. They called him evil. They said they would not stain their hands with blood.âLoraâs gaze lowered.âHe l
Keal povI couldnât stop thinking about what she was doing back at the packhouse with them.No matter how hard I tried, my thoughts always drifted to Lilith, and I couldnât help but worry about her safety. Was she okay? Was she even alive? She wouldn't even pick up my calls or respond to my messa
Lilith pov What had happened? Or rather, what was happening? Everything had moved so fast that my brain was struggling to keep up. My mind felt fuzzy, my heart pounded so hard that blood rushed through my veins, as I lay on the bed, frozen. I couldnât see. I couldnât move. I couldnât sp
Lilith povMy mind was spinning.My heart was pounding.My chest heaved, my entire body trembling so hard that my core instinctively clenched and fluttered around his dick, desperate to take him in, aching to feel every inch.And fuck, I did.I felt every twitch, every pulse, every vein inside me.
Lilith pov Impossible. I stepped back at her words, eyes widening, fixed on her as I waited, half-expecting her to laugh at my expression, to tease me for even thinking she was serious. But she didnât. Her expression stayed the same, the same mischievous glint in her eyes, the same amused smir







