Chapter 9—Let Them Mourn.KyraThe hand on my shoulder made me spin.Instincts kicked in, hands half raised ready to protect myself but I paused midway.“Easy,” the male whose hand was on my shoulder spoke, his eyes lighting up in amusement as he lifted his hands in mock surrender.He was tall, almost the same height as Tristan. A pale scar ran across his left eyebrow down the bridge of his nose narrowly missing his eyes. If it had cut any deeper, he definitely would have been losing an eye.“You startled me,” I muttered, trying to keep my racing heart calm. For a moment there, I thought..“Right…” he drawled, his eyes assessing me. His voice was even, calm, but there was something in his eyes before they turned cold stone. Empty. Almost like Tristan's. Why the hell was I comparing this male to Tristan? Maybe it was the way he stood, his mannerisms that reminded me of him. That air of superiority and calm demeanor, even though beneath was a different thing, and those eyes… those pierc
Chapter 8— Wrong places, Wrong reasons.Kyra“Arrow's clean through," the healer muttered. “You’re lucky it missed the bone.” Lucky? I almost laughed. If anything I wasn't lucky. Lucky would have been a shot to somewhere vital, putting me out of my misery quickly. Lucky would have been sensing I was being used by James. Lucky would have been having my father here. No— if anything, I wasn't lucky. Luck didn't bring me this far and I've learned to live without it.True to the healer's words, The arrow hadn't gone deep, but it had pierced clean through the soft part between my thumb and forefinger. A stupid injury really. One I couldn't have avoided even if I wanted to.The injured warrior, Mark, was being attended to by another healer. Callie and a guard had brought us here. She hadn't said a word on the walk but the rage oozing off her said enough. I gritted my teeth as the healer poured something acidic over the wound. It hissed against my skin and I looked away— just in time to se
Chapter 7— Blind Wolves. Tristan “I've got you!” I barked, catching Mark before he hit the ground completely. His chest heaved, blood pumping out through the deep gash at the side of his torso. His eyes fluttered close, his weight sagged against me. “Stay with me, Mark!” I yelled, shaking him slightly to keep him conscious. “R–rogues,” he choked, managing to open his eyes. I shook my head. “Save your strength.” “The border—north…” A cough tore through him. “Fire… children.” “Shit!” I cursed under my breath. This was bad. Really bad. I placed my hand on his chest. “I get this.” ‘Callie, I need you here and come along with one of the guards stationed at the pack house’ I mindlinked urgently while trying to perform first aid to stop Mark's bleeding. Every attempt was futile. It was obvious that the wound hadn't been inflicted by just any blade, silver had been mixed with it. He needed a healer and he needed it quick. Soon enough Callie arrived with a guard. “Take him
Chapter 6— One who breaks trying. KyraThere’s a space between waking and being stuck in a memory where pain doesn't yet exist and breathing feels lighter. I wanted to stay there, in that fragile pocket of nothing, pretending that everything was okay, that all of these were just a damn nightmare but the memory came crashing in like a tide dragging me back to the surface of reality.One after the other, they filtered in.James.The banishment.Father.Tristan Banewolff.The dungeon.My breath caught. I was shaking again, chest rising and falling too fast, lungs greedy for air that wouldn't come. Cold stone pressed against my cheek, a sting where my cheek lay. My body curled against the cold wall. I didn’t dare open my eyes. Because if I did, I knew the panic would win again.I didn’t remember when my body gave out, only the closing walls and the suffocating smell of fear curling up my throat.I stiffened when I heard a sound.Scraping. Footsteps. Then a door creaked open.I tensed. A
Chapter 5— The Perfect Retribution.Tristan As soon as the crowd dispersed and the Ferguson princess was led away, the council chamber turned into a cacophony of hushed whispers. I let them talk, allowing my mind to finally wrap itself around what was going on.My mate.My second chance mate. The thought of it made me laugh.Fate was a cruel mistress and she sure as hell seemed delighted to fuck me over once more. Of all the females in the wolfdom, she chose one whom I hate her bloodline. One whose bloodline I've sworn to eradicate just like they'd done to my sweet beautiful Kara.“...Not just our enemy, Alpha. You've made her our Luna. You've given her a standing,” Elder Theron hissed, bringing my attention back to the present. “Do you even understand the severity of the blood pact?” The words clamped like metal against my skull. Luna. The title she's to bore now and it made me shiver. Hell would have to freeze over before I make her my Luna. “She's not my Luna,” I said softly but
Chapter 4— Mate to the enemy Alpha.KYRA“You did this!” Tristan accused, his eyes flashed with anger and accusation. I laughed, and then looked him dead in the eyes, brows raised.“Did I?” I drawled, my voice dripped perfectly with mock nonchalance. “Because all I see is your doing, not mine. I wasn't the one who made the blood pact.” I shrugged. Goddess, does he think if I had the powers to forge a mate bond I'd let myself be captured by his goons? Did he think if my powers were still intact it would have been that easy for his goons to capture me?I almost laughed again at his assumption. The reason the Ferguson pack has never lost a war in its years of existence since I knew I had powers was because I would lock myself in my room when we are at war, using my powers to help defeat our enemies— all thanks to Elora, who helped me practice, research. If only I'd known she was preparing for the ultimate betrayal. Why did he think we were the biggest in the northern wolfdom?For someon