LOGIN“He shouldn’t have been touched,” she said hoarsely, not looking at me. “He was under neutral protection.”“Dylan doesn’t care about borders anymore,” I replied coldly. “This was deliberate.”Her head snapped up. “Then he’s using my family to punish me.”“Yes,” I said. “And I won’t allow it.”I turn
Madison’s POVSince the death of Dylan’s parent, we all knew something big is going to happen.The air around me feels so calm that it feels like horror is engulfing me entirely just to prepare for the worst. And I was entirely right!I dropped the herbs I was sorting; fingers numb as dread settled
Madison’s POVThe war did not end when the fighting stopped.It was still going on, even after Austin’s soldiers captured Dylan! Some of Dylan’s higher soldiers kept attacking, and as a result Austin’s army fought back with full force. When the first wave of injured arrived, I barely had time to bre
Madison’s POVThe cell is quieter than I expected. It’s not empty, never empty, but hollow in a way that is pressed against the chest. Dylan is sitting on the stone bench, shoulders dropped, hair unbound, the leftover pride stripped from him along with everything else. This is not the Alpha who once
Dylan isn’t on the front lines. That was my first warning. The second came when our scouts reported movement toward the eastern ridge, high ground, limited access, poor visibility. A trap.“He’s drawing us in,” I muttered.I cut through the chaos, making my way back to Madison. I can feel her weakne
Austin’s POVThe first report reached me before dawn. A border village, burned. Not taken. Not occupied. But burned deliberately, with no strategic value. No mercy for the innocent people in it, all the lives he destroyed, for what! Just to send a message! He really is just a filthy creature with no







