Elena’s POV I said, Don't you dare raise your hands on that boy... My voice echoed through the dimly lit room like thunder cracking through silence. The thick, tense air parted as I stepped in, my heart pounding like war drums in my chest. Moriah’s men spun around, startled by my presence, but I stood tall, unwavering, like the storm they hadn’t seen coming. Cael turned toward me, his small face stained with silent tears, but when his eyes met mine, they shimmered with hope. I told you, my mama and papa would come for me… right? he whispered defiantly, turning back to the cruel men who surrounded him. Here they are. I walked briskly to Cael, kneeling beside him, gripping his small, trembling hands. Come on, sweetheart, I whispered, brushing the hair from his forehead. Stand up. We’re going home. Don’t you dare take that child out of here... Moriah's sharp voice cut through the room like a blade. If you try it, you’ll regret it. Before I could respond, another voice, deep and c
Cael’s POV I opened my eyes to complete darkness. It wasn’t the kind of darkness that came with nightfall or from closing your eyes tight to imagine things, it was thick, heavy, like a shadow swallowing me whole. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust, but it made no difference. My fingers brushed against cold, wooden walls. I sat up quickly, my heart thudding like a wild drum. This wasn't my bed. This wasn't my room. This wasn't the warm softness of my Mama Elena’s touch or the cool breeze that always drifted in through the window beside my bed. Panic gripped my chest like claws. I knocked against the wall, once, twice.... Then I began to pound harder. Help!!! I screamed, my voice echoing against the wooden panels around me. Help! Mama! Papa Lykan!!!! I waited but nothing. The thing I was inside shook, like it was moving. Like I was in a box, a box on wheels. I screamed louder now, slamming my fists against the wood until they hurt. Let me out, I wanna go home, Please... Sud
Elena’s POV The next day arrived with a tension that clawed at my chest like thorns. I stood beside Lykan in the war chamber, the soft crackle of flames the only sound between us. He was fully dressed, armored, and prepared, his presence exuding the calm-before-storm aura that came just before a battle. I wasn’t calm. I stared into the fire, my hands clenched, heart raging like the blaze before us. I want to go with you, I said quietly, but firmly. Lykan turned to me, his eyes sharp, searching. No, Elena….. you’ve been through enough. I took a step closer, my voice steady despite the storm in my soul. And I’ll go through worse if I stay behind while you fight for our son alone. I’m his mother and I will be there when we find him. A beat of silence passed. Then another. He didn’t argue again. Instead, he nodded slowly. That was all I needed. I turned and hurried to my chamber, grabbing only the necessities, my blade, a pouch of herbs, and the pendant given to me which I ti
Elena POV The next morning, I woke up with a strange urgency tugging at my chest. I couldn’t explain it, but something didn’t feel right. I had barely gotten dressed before pacing restlessly in Lykan’s palace, waiting, hoping for the strangers to arrive. Today was supposed to be the day we put everything on the table, the day this long, dragging issue would finally find its conclusion. I was prepared. My heart was racing not from fear but from anticipation. I wanted answers, I wanted peace. But the morning dragged into noon, and still, no sign of them. The silence was beginning to scream louder than words ever could. Lykan stood beside the window, watching the horizon, his arms folded across his chest, his jaw tight. The tension between us was unspoken, but present. Just then, the palace doors burst open, and Mira came flying in like the wind, her breath ragged, her eyes wide in terror. Eeeelleeeenaa!!! She screamed my name, almost collapsing at my feet. I froze. My heart dr
Lykan’s POV I paced back and forth in my chamber, the heavy thuds of my boots against the floor echoing the unrest in my heart. Ever since Elena brought up her concerns about Cael, I hadn't known peace. I kept replaying her words, her expression, the tremble in her voice when she told me of the strange warning symbol she found under his pillow. She said it felt dark, unnatural, a sign of danger. I clenched my fists... That boy wasn’t just any child; he was the son of Kairos. The heir to a bloodline soaked in betrayal and destruction. But he was also just a child, Innocent at least, for now. I couldn’t decide what troubled me more, the possibility that Cael might be used as a weapon or that something inside him might already be awakening. And yet, I couldn’t act recklessly, any wrong move could trigger another war, and this time, we might not survive it. The air in my chamber felt tight like it was closing in on me. The torchlight flickered against the walls, casting strange sh
Strangers’ POV The shade of the ancient trees cast long shadows across the clearing, branches dancing gently with the wind as though whispering secrets among themselves. We sat beneath their embrace, quiet, calculating, and cloaked in patience. But even patience has its limit. A low growl broke the silence. We have waited long enough, I said, my voice tight with frustration. Lykan returned from the Northern Range days ago. Yet, not a word, not a signal, not a gesture. Does he think we are fools? The others murmured their discontent, their faces cold and unreadable. Silence stretched again, heavy and thick, only broken by the distant rustle of birds flying overhead. Our silence must not be mistaken for weakness, I continued. We are not the kind to bow or beg, and if Lykan won’t respond, then we will make our move. One way or another. A tall man seated to my left, Joe narrowed his eyes as he clenched his fists. He has Cael, our Cael, he hissed. The boy is Kairos’s heir and the