Chapter 156: The First LunaZarina's POVMy body ache reminded me of how I struggled. Every breath that I took was piercing. My knuckles ached, swelling, and my legs pained at every movement. But even amidst the pain, nothing still irked me. I had done what I needed to do.I opened my eyes slowly and saw the ceiling of our bedroom. The scent of herbs and ointments filled the air. Asher was sitting beside the bed, his head resting on the back of his hand. He looked tired. Pale. His eyes were red, like he hadn’t slept.He lifted his head when he felt me stir.“You’re awake,” he said softly.I gave him a small smile. “Barely.”He touched my hand gently, not wanting to hurt me. "You scared me, Zarina. I didn't want you to do it. I begged you not to.""I know," I panted. "But I couldn't help it."He ground his teeth and turned his head away. "You could have killed yourself.""But I didn't," I told him. "And now they see. Now they know."He couldn't say anything more before the door burst o
Chapter 155 — My Children's Eyes(Zarina's POV)Cheering was still ringing in my ears as I left the grounds.But it didn't feel like victory.Not yet.My chest ached. My arms bruised. My knuckles flayed and open, dried blood on my skin. And yet none of them came anywhere near the heft entering my heart.I did not care about the title. I did not care that the crowd had seen me win, or that the elders nodded to each other with pursed-lipped respect. I did not even care that Asher hovered on the edge of the circle, eyes frozen over with something he would not admit.All I could think of. was my children.I had asked them not to come.Implored them, even.But my daughter was stubborn like me. And my kids… they have their father's fierce hearts.So when I came out of the war fronts, battered and yet gasping for air, I saw them waiting.Cuddled there.Three little bodies.Three pairs of big, scared eyes.My daughter, Aran away first.She charged at me with a scream wrenched from her very ch
Chapter 154: The Battle's CostZarina's POVThe field was quiet now.The voices, the gasps, the applause… all of them were absent. Only the soft brush of the wind through the leaves remained. But inside me, all of it was still echoing. My heartbeat. My breathing. The resonance of every punch I had taken.My legs shook as I walked off the battlefield. My body was screaming, every step a worse ache than the last. My arms were scratched and bruised, full of a thick dust coating. My shoulder ached. Blood on my lip, but I couldn't even feel it anymore.I had won.But I wasn't triumphant.Then I saw him.Asher.He stood a bit apart from the others. Not with the rest of them. Not with the warriors or the elders. He stood alone, like the weight of the whole world was on his shoulders.And then the instant our eyes met…My heart broke all over again.His face… gods, his face.His teeth were clenched so hard I feared he was going to crack them. His eyes—those incredible, unyielding eyes—were ov
Chapter 153 – The Day I reclaimed My Name(Zarina's POV)The gray sky I entered the holy grounds under.It was like even the moon was in its breath.A circle had been inscribed on the earth — deep, ancient symbols carved around the circumference. Some said they were theirs of the first pack to have existed. Others said they were inscribed by the gods themselves.All I had ever known was this world had been stained with blood. With pride. And war.It would be stained today with me.The pack ringed the circle, shoulder to shoulder. Elders. Warriors. Pack-members. Young wolves. And strangers I did not know — most likely other pack members, called by rumor and gossip.I listened to their whispers as I fought through the crowd."She doesn't look like one to fight.""She's a mother, isn't she?""She won't last five minutes."But then they saw what I was wearing.My retired warrior gear.Black leather. Scarred. Sticky. Fit like it still remembered my body better than I remembered mine. Had t
Chapter 146 – Supportive (Zarina's POV)The day vanished like smoke.Everything else swirled by me—wolves walking, children laughing, warriors sharpening their steel—but I stood rooted. As if I did not fit in this moment. As if I was not ready.But I was.I had to be.Yet, my hands were shaking like leaves.I tried to keep busy. Helped the cook in the kitchen. Folded the kids' clothes even though they were clean. Sat on the floor and read a picture book to all three of them in spite of my voice trembling with every word.My daughter stared at me. "Mama, do you have to fight?"I could not lie."Yes, baby."Her face fell. "What if they hurt you?I stood rooted to the spot. My heart cracked open like I didn't intend. I tried to smile, but my lips were too cumbersome."I'll be fine," I whispered, brushing a curl from her face. "I'm resilient, remember?""But I don't want you to be resilient. I want you to stay here."And the boys—my children - curl around my legs, clinging like I'm alrea
Chapter 151: The Mask DropsZarina's POVThe packhouse was quieter than usual, but it wasn't quiet in a peaceful way.It was the quiet before the storm type.I sat in the living room, going over one of the warriors' reports on our patrol grounds. Asher wasn't around—he was with a few of the elders—and that meant I was by myself. Or at least, I thought so.Until she came in.Cara.Wearing light cream-colored silk, her hair well-coiffed, not a single hair a hair's breadth out of place. Her face, soft and childish-looking—although we both knew it was a performance. She faltered when she saw me, then came the same sugary smile she used as camouflage."Zarina," she used the same falsely friendly tone with me as if we were intimate friends.I raised my gaze slowly. I wasn't up for her games this day."This is the packhouse," I said bluntly. "Why on earth would I not be here?"She had a tiny laugh and pushed a wisp of hair behind her ear. "Of course. Dumb me."There was silence, but I said n