Elena POV I knew he would come for me. The moment I saw Lykan standing tall amidst the smoke and broken walls, blood on his armor and fire in his eyes, I smiled. It wasn’t just love; it was something deeper, his presence alone awakened the dormant beast inside me. My wolf stirred for the first time in days, responding to the magnetic pull of our bond. Maybe it was the bond, maybe it was fate, or maybe both. The battle had ended or so it seemed. The palace courtyard that once shimmered with opulence was now a ruin of broken pillars, fallen warriors, and blood-soaked flags. Some guards lay dead, some surrendered, and others had run away like frightened rats abandoning a sinking ship. And at the center of it all, kneeling in the rubble like a dethroned empress, was Evelyn. Queen Mother. Once she stood tall, commanding fear and obedience. Now, her crown lay shattered somewhere in the dirt, and the only thing she had left was her pride and even that was cracked. I stepped forward s
EVELYN POV Bravo... The word slipped from my lips, soft but sharp, laced with a strange cocktail of mockery and admiration. Blood stained the palace floors, bodies of the fallen littered across the courtyard like wilted petals after a storm. Bravo, warriors... You fought well. But you’ve only awakened a darker wrath. I took a step forward, my heels crunching against broken tiles soaked in the blood of guards and traitors alike. My eyes burned, not with tears, but with fire, the fire of vengeance. Did you hear that voice, Mila whispered beside Elena, her voice trembling with fear. Then I spoke loud, fierce, and sharp enough to silence the night. You both killed my son and you still have the guts to remain in this palace? They turned, Mila's eyes dark like an alleyway holding secrets. Elena, head raised high, yet I saw the twitch in her lips, the shake in her fingers. You don’t fear anymore, do you? I said, taking measured steps down the staircase of the royal balcony. You t
Mila’s POV The scent of blood was thick in the air, stronger than ever before. It wasn’t just the stench, it was the memories it pulled out of me. Dark ones, painful ones, I stood there, frozen, watching James on the verge of death, his blood soaking the once-royal robes he wore with pride. It trickled down his side, staining the cracked floor beneath him, yet his eyes remained on me, haunted and desperate. With his breath raspy and shallow, James looked at me as though seeing a ghost. His lips trembled as he choked on his own blood. You’ve been… in this palace for so long, he wheezed. Why… why didn’t you ever tell me that Maria was your mother??? I clenched my fists. Tell you??? Tell you??? Tell you what exactly??? I felt the heat of rage rush to my chest as I took a step forward, voice cracking in fury. Tell you what, James? So you could do to me what you did to her? So you could kill me too, just like you murdered my mother in cold blood? He blinked slowly
Elena POV The battlefield reeked of blood, steel, and burnt earth. The sounds of distant fighting still echoed beyond the palace walls, but in this moment, everything around me quieted as my eyes met Lykan’s. He smiled, his face bruised yet radiant with love and relief. Slowly, he reached out, fingers intertwining with mine. Thanks for standing with me, I whispered, barely able to keep the tears at bay. Through thick and thin… You never left my side, Lykan. You’ve been my shield, my strength… even when I was falling apart. His thumb brushed gently across my knuckles. And you, Elena… You held me together when I had nothing left to believe in. You were my light in the darkness, don’t ever forget that. I leaned into him slightly, feeling his warmth and the familiar pull that always drew me to him. A powerful energy buzzed between us, our bond, sealed under the blood moon and strengthened by everything we had endured together. Suddenly, the moment was interrupted. Elena! Mila’s v
Elena’s POV Lykan’s body lay limp in my arms, still no hope to get him to come back to me.. The battlefield had fallen into a terrifying silence. The smell of blood and smoke lingered thick in the air. Everything felt hollow, like time itself had paused to watch the choice I would make. My fingers trembled as they clutched the bloodied collar of his tunic, pressing against the slow cooling of his chest. No breath, no heartbeat, nothing. Lykan, I whispered, my voice breaking. You can’t leave me now, we’re not done… not like this, at least.. His head lolled to the side, and a broken sob escaped my throat. I could feel the magic inside me crackling, restless, desperate. I could burn the entire battlefield to the ground. I could rise now, finish James off while he stood only steps away, too weak to defend himself. But it wouldn’t bring Lykan back. Behind me, Sophia’s voice tore through the quiet like a dagger. James! she screamed, limping toward us. I told you not to hurt him!
Elena’s POV The battlefield was painted in blood. Ashes floated in the air like winter snow, but there was no beauty in it, only death and blood. The red hue of the blood moon cast long shadows over the broken bodies of dead armies lying lifelessly on different corners of the Northern Range pack battle ground. And at my feet, Kairos lay still. I stood above him, chest rising and falling with rage and grief, his once sharp eyes were dim now, blood pooling beneath his twisted frame. His wickedness was the deepest cut. How could a person kill his fellow human and use her to get more strength, while her body is preserved... To keep the power going.. Seeing him had to bring little Cael to my heart, I just smiled, remembering how cute and sweet he is, nothing close to his wicked father, Kairos. My gaze returned to Kairos.. I'm sorry Kairos, I had to choose the war. I warned you, Kairos, I whispered, my voice cracking. You should have stayed in the shadows. He coughed weakly, bloo