Mag-log inđȘ¶ 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
đ Fenrir POV The elves thought they could hunt him like a rabbit. The thought amused Alaric. Not me. âYou did not tell them I am alive. Why?â I asked. âWe are werewolves. We are loyal to our king. We are not traitors,â Ragnar Oakcrest stated proudly. âWhat about Arria, then?â He shifted in his chair. I waited. âMy daughter and I may carry the blood of an ancient royal line, but we were neither born nor raised to lead,â Lyra Oakcrest answered instead. âWe are loyal to the current kingâs bloodline.â The current kingâs bloodline. A very political answer. She was not committing herself to either of us. Not to me. Not entirely to my brother, either. Smart woman. âAnd the elves?â I pressed. âDid they agree to help Arria in any way?â âAs my mate already told you, they did not believe us about Vaerionâs evil intentions,â she said carefully, picking each word. Not about Vaerionâs. That was expected. Even Milena had not believed it at first. Not until the nightmare happene
đ Arria POV By the following morning, my sparring session was done. Breakfastâdone. Ordering furniture for the officeâdone. Meeting my parents againânot done. I had to be at school in two hours. I had no more time to drag it out. I exhaled and stood up. âLetâs do it.â Fenrir nodded once, stood, took my hand, and led me out. A few minutes later, we were in front of Gregâs house. I knocked right away, not giving myself time for second thoughts. My mother opened the door and invited us in. âGood morning, Arria...â She hesitated only for a moment. âAlpha.â I almost expected her to call him Beta Stronghold. She used to do that a lotâshowing people exactly where they stood in the chain of command. This time, she either did not dare anger him, or she and my father had talked and agreed on an entirely different approach. âMorning, Mom,â I replied, glancing around to find my father already waiting in the kitchen. I went ahead, gripping Fenrirâs hand tightly. The smell of cookie
đ Arria POV Fenrir sat in the chair by the window while I watched him from the bed. I was still trying to process everything I had heard before I had finally reached my limit and walked away. âYou seem remarkably unbothered by the possibility that I manipulated you into being content with me,â I said eventually, my voice quiet. His eyes snapped to me. A fiery gold ring appeared around his irises, a sign that both Fenrir and Alaric were at the forefront. âAnd you did not freak out,â he stated. âThe shadows barely stirred.â I smiled sadly. âItâs just that part of me is terrified I did it... and another part knows I wouldnât undo us even if I knew how.â And I desperately hoped he had chosen me freelyâthat none of this had been another lie created by my power. He studied my face for a while. Then, slowly, a small, devilish smile pulled at his lips. âMy mate is getting bolder,â he said in a low tone. âYou should not be so satisfied,â I said indignantly. âYou are now not only c
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đ Arria POVFenrir held my gaze for a moment longer.Then his aura shifted.My parents rose, and for several seconds, the only sounds in the room were their ragged, heavy breaths.I had seen Fenrir do this a few times by now, but this time, it felt different.My father had once been my shield.Now he was the one I needed protection from.Too many lies, I reminded myself.The thought helped me hold on to my strong facade.âYouâve changed,â my mother said quietly.It wasnât an accusation but a statement.Fenrir would have said nothing.But I wasnât him.I was angry and vulnerable, and he would protect me regardless.âYou did this,â I told her. âBoth of you.âI drew in a deep breath, preparing myself to say the words aloud.âYou hid my identity. You sealed my wolf. You let me believe you were dead. And when I was at my weakest, you left me in the hands of a man who hurt meâââNo. No, Arria. It wasnât like thatââ she interrupted hurriedly.I didnât let her continue.She had no right to a
In the days that followed, changes began to appear everywhere. Patrols along the borders doubled. Training sessions started earlier and ended later. Warriors who had once joked with one another in the yard now moved with a sharper focus. At first the pack welcomed it. Strength always brings comfo
The pack was left in the hands of the Beta family. Again. And I was left to think about what to do from now on. There was a huge possibility that I would never be truly a werewolf. In fact, according to our history 18th was the last threshold. My parents' obsession with believing I had a wolf w
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 fatherâs voice carried across the gathering. âTonight, our future steps fully into her power.â 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







