로그인FINNIAN“I promise you, you’ll all pay for this if he dies,” I growled, pacing back and forth. My boots dragged against the dirt, the sound grinding into my skull like the rage burning inside me.It had been over a moon, and still, they couldn’t save him. Not with their herbs, not with their chants, not with their so-called healing touch.Daze lay there breathing, but barely. His eyes never opened. His side had swollen so badly it looked ready to burst. I clenched my fists, forcing the lump in my throat down. I couldn’t lose him. Not like this.We were going back to the Palace, Red Moon Pack. Our witches, our healers, they would fix him. They had to.“I should’ve taken him home since,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my hand through my hair, yanking hard enough to sting. I’d trusted these people. Trusted their words. But all they’d given me was false hope.No. I wouldn’t let him die here.“Daze, hang on,” I whispered, low and rough. “I know you’re strong. Just a little longer.”T
FINNIANI pushed the wooden door of the healer so hard it almost broke off its hinges. The sound echoed through the small hut, making both the old healer and his apprentice freeze. They stopped working on Daze immediately, their hands trembling.I walked closer, grabbed the healer by his collar, and growled, “What’s happening?! What do you mean he’s waking up?”His eyes widened, fear swimming in them. His lips shook before he managed to speak, his gaze looking toward Daze’s still body.“He… he’s not responding to any treatment, Prince.”I gritted my teeth. “Try harder,” I snarled. “Find something that works and heal him!”The old man’s voice cracked as he nodded quickly. “I-I will! I’ll do anything to heal him, he will get better soon, I swear.”I dropped his clothes with a harsh push. He stumbled back, gasping. My hands were shaking not from fear, but from rage. Daze couldn’t die. Not like this.I turned toward the Alpha, who stood near the corner, looking helpless. “I won’t accept i
FINNIANShouts, low and sharp, braided with ragged breathing. I heard men. I heard crying. I turned and saw some of my pack lingering at the edge, their faces pale, their hands clenched. I thought they had left. “Prince! Please fight back! Don’t die yet!” they murmured, like a prayer they did not mean.Then the ash wolf’s hand went flying. It was sudden like a clean, wet arc and blood spattered, bright and wrong against the gray night. He howled. The sound tore through whatever numbness had been wrapping me.A voice cut through the chaos. A voice I knew was like a blade. It made the world tilt and pull me upright. Classara.My heart knocked so hard I thought my ribs would crack. She was there. How? Why? Had she come to die?She screamed. The wolf's fangs bit down into her belly. Her white dress stained red at a slow, sickening spread. The color swallowed everything. I saw red. The world narrowed to the wet sound of her cry and the frantic beating of my own heart.Something inside me b
FINNIAN“Prince Finnian!!”The desperate cry tore through the clash of blades and the growls around me. I turned sharply just in time to see a black rogue lunging straight at me. His claws ripped across my neck, searing through flesh. I staggered back, hissing in pain, but I caught myself before falling.Rage boiled inside me. I grabbed him by the neck and slammed my fist into his jaw, again and again, until I felt his jawbone crack under my knuckles.His red eyes glowed brighter, and with a snarl, I punched harder... his chest, ribs, neck until he flew across the field, crashing into the dirt. Sand and blood scattered in the air.He was strong, stronger than the others. He was the Beta of the rogues that had been haunting the Crow Moon Pack for weeks. He pushed himself up slowly, dusting his fur, his dark aura spilling out like poison. His growl rumbled so loud it made the ground shake beneath us.All around, screams, growls, and the metallic stench of blood filled the air. The cries
ISOLDEI lifted my doubts, ignoring the tremor in my chest. My subconscious told me I was doing the right thing. I had no reason to fear anymore. Not him, not anyone, not when my own heart had been carrying a weight too long to bear alone.I reached Felda’s chamber. Her guards didn’t even announce my presence, they looked as if they’d seen a ghost. Not surprising. I hadn’t expected I’d have any reason to come here myself, let alone to step into her domain uninvited.“Your Highness,” they bowed, timid and stiff, but I ignored them.“Had she told you not to let me in?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the closed door.“No, Your Highness,” one said finally. “Queen Felda isn’t in her chamber. She’s in the garden.”Good. Relief bubbled inside me. I nodded, about to start walking, but stopped. What if she were with Rowan? I couldn’t embarrass myself or worse, get caught in a scene that would set him off.“Do you know who she’s meeting?” I asked, curiosity and caution threading through my voice.Th
ISOLDETo my surprise, Rowan sent them to my chamber even though it wasn’t immediately.I smiled when I saw Eve and Marie bowing before me. I didn’t realize how much I had missed them. Over time, they had become more than just maids, they were the only people who made this golden prison bearable. Even Arianna, with her sharp tongue and irritating boldness, had somehow earned my tolerance. Maybe because I’d learned she wasn’t cruel, she was just born that way.Maybe I should have used this against Rowan earlier. Maybe if I had, he wouldn’t have dared to treat me like I was nothing. But I was a fool in love, protecting his secret like it was my own heart. I had loved him too much to destroy him, even when he hurt me. I carried his secret in silence, believing he’d one day love me back with the same fire that burned me alive for him.But love didn’t protect me. It only chained me.He had shown affection before, yes but it was never love. I know that now. And the truth was, I feared him







