ログイン🌘 Fenrir POV An hour. That was how long it took Corvus to show me around the palace. He led me through the throne room, the council chamber, the dining hall, the library, and several other places, talking loudly enough for anyone passing by to hear every word. Meanwhile, I took everything in. The number of guards. Their positions and posture. The protocols for visitors. The careful way people spoke to one another. The tension hanging over the palace. But my attention kept returning to Corvus. His voice was shaky. His breathing was shallow and uneven. His heart was beating too slowly. Worry I would never admit aloud spread through my chest. “You look like you are about to pass out,” I interrupted him. “Let’s see the training grounds, and then you can go rest.” His gaze snapped toward me. Then, instinctively, he lowered it. Something bitter twisted inside me. In the state he was in, even if Alaric had been here, he would never have taken the gesture as a challenge.
🌘 Fenrir POVThe moment Arria reached the main path, Alaric joined her.I felt lighter right away.Every time he left, he took the curse away with him.And somehow, Arria’s seal successfully contained it.There was no logical explanation for it.I had tried many things before she came into the picture..To seal Alaric.To kill him.Us both.To exhaust him.Nothing had ever worked.But somehow, her seal—one that had not even been placed on her willingly—was doing it anyway.She did not even feel the weight of the curse.It made me think that some powerful part of her was actually cooperating with the seal instead of fighting it.I was not sure yet.I did not know how to test it.So I was just watching.For now.“Hello, Alpha,” Stone’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Join us in the car. Let’s get this circus over with.”I followed him to the front vehicle and took my place.“Any questions?” I asked.Silence.“Move, then.”Stone started the engine, and a minute later, we took the road
🍃 Arria POVMilena had already left with my parents yesterday.One more member of this gathering was out there somewhere, beyond the gathering's protection.It unsettled me deeply.And the worst part was that she hadn’t even told us why she was leaving or what she planned to do.She hadn’t told me whether I would ever see her again.She had only said that Freyr, the elven God, had summoned her.Nothing about the vision she had seen.Nothing about what to expect.Just a hug and a goodbye.But when she passed Fenrir, she stopped.That was apparently enough.He crouched down and lifted her into his arms, giving her a hug.She held him tightly—the way you held someone dear when you were leaving.Not like the horrible in-law she had once described him as.But that was yesterday’s story.Today, we were leaving for the palace.The other members of the delegation had driven off early that morning, hours ago, in two large black off-road vehicles.Only Fenrir and I remained.He was giving Greg
Chapter 126🌘 Fenrir POV“I am leaving today,” Milena stated, looking me straight in the eyes.The contrast between the child’s body she inhabited and the strength and knowledge she possessed had always been unsettling.“Okay,” I said, keeping my face and voice devoid of emotion.“You won’t ask why?” she asked, caught off guard. “Or where I’m going?”“No.”“That’s good... I guess.”I nodded once in confirmation.‘You trust her too much,’ Alaric noted in my mind.She has never done anything to harm us.‘It is not too late.’Do not berate me. You trust her too. You let me tell her what she wanted to know.‘I let you make the choice,’ he corrected.Same thing.“I’m going to tell Auntie Lyra that I’m returning to my realm,” Milena said. “She and her mate will most likely come with me.”That was strange.Like almost everything involving her.“How old are you exactly?” I asked.She smiled proudly.“I’m almost twenty-four,” she said without hesitation.That was a first.She rarely answered
🪶 Milena POV “Milena. Milena, sweetie,” a very familiar voice called my name through the fog. “Open your eyes.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Not with a future like that waiting for us just around the corner. “Come on, little one,” came Fenrir’s strong, always-cold voice. I stilled. His arms tightened around me. He was still holding me. The man containing the beast. The one I had grown attached to even though I shouldn’t have. Even though his hands were Alaric’s too. “Give her to me,” Auntie Lyra demanded. “I’ll take care of her.” “No,” I mumbled hastily. “I want Fenrir.” My voice was quiet and strained, but they still heard me. Silence settled around us. I used it to sort through my thoughts. I had to protect him. Not Fenrir. Alaric. I had to. That was the only way to prevent the hell Arria would unleash. I opened my eyes and found her looking at me with all the worry and care she seemed to hold for everyone. She was good. Compassionate. Smart. Understanding.
🪶 Milena POV Blood. So much blood. It was everywhere. In the soil. On the grass. On the stones. I wanted to close my eyes. I wanted to wake up. But the vision did not let me. Thousands fought across the battlefield, both werewolves and elves. They crashed into one another like waves made of teeth, claws, blades, and magic. The air was full of screams. Howls. Clashing metal. Breaking bones. The sharp, bitter smell of potions burned in my nose, mixed with smoke, blood, and fear. No one was winning. Everyone was dying. It was soul-shattering. It was hopeless. And then I saw him. A small, thin figure covered from head to toe in a black cloak. I could not see his face, but I knew it was him. Vaerion. And I knew he was smiling. My blood went cold. Terror like nothing I had ever felt before washed over me. I could not move. I could not breathe. I was... The vision changed. Alaric. He moved through the battlefield like a nightmare given flesh. Bigger than eve
Chapter 6 The whip lay coiled on the stone bench beside Aron. For a moment, no one moved. The evening air felt colder than it should have been. The courtyard walls trapped the silence, pressing it down over all of us. I wanted to scream. To tell them how unfair it all was. How none of it had ev
5 days later When I arrived, the yard was empty. The laughter that usually greeted me was gone. Inside, the children were sitting in rows behind desks while an instructor stood in front of the room. “Extra lessons,” one of the caretakers explained when she noticed me standing by the door. “The
A year later. Sixteen. The age when a wolf answers. The clearing was filled once again. Torches circled the altar. Warriors lined the perimeter. Children were lifted onto shoulders. My father’s voice carried across the gathering. “Tonight, our future steps fully into her power.” Cheers erupte
The moment my feet left the edge, the world fell silent. There was only wind. And peace. For one fragile heartbeat, I was free. Like a bird. Then something slammed into me from behind. Arms. Hard. Unforgiving. The impact hurled me sideways instead of down. Wood splintered. Something inside m







