MasukISOLDEHow dare she?What power did she think she had that I didn’t?My power might be fading, but I wasn’t weak. Daze was closer to me than she’d ever be. He was my sister’s mate, not hers. She was just a friend. She had no right to act like she was the only one who could save him.And what hurt the most was that she’d never argued with me before, not once in the palace. Even when I tried to provoke her, she kept quiet. But today, she showed her true colors.“Queen!”Finnian’s voice caught up with me before his strong arm did, pulling me back against his chest. His touch still had the same warmth, the same authority I’d once leaned on. I pulled away instantly, my chest tight with anger… and something else I’d missed seeing him.“What is it?” I snapped, my voice sharp. “Haven’t you already shown everyone that Felda’s more useful than me? She should take care of her, too, then.”He exhaled, steady but pleading. “It’s not like that. Please, try to understand. The process involves a lot
FINNIAN“That’s enough, he is back. You can see each other later,” Rowan said, his hand closing around Isolde’s arm, pulling her gently but firmly away from me. There was something sharp in his tone, a kind of jealousy he didn’t bother hiding.“You have something urgent to take care of,” he told her, his voice lowering. “You need to see Daze as soon as possible.”Isolde nodded quietly, brushing the tears from her cheeks. “I hope his condition is not worse,” she said, though her voice sounded more like fear than a question.I sighed, the bitterness heavy on my tongue. “I can’t tell until you see him yourself,” I said. I didn’t want her to feel worse than she already did.Before anyone could say another word, the doors burst open. Felda ran in, her gown sweeping the floor behind her. She stopped in front of me, panting, her chest rising fast. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and without warning, she threw her arms around me.Her body trembled against mine, and for a strange second, I a
FINNIANWord had already been sent to my brother that we were arriving today. I told him everything about the war, about the wounded, about the lives we lost. Knowing Rowan, he’d already prepared for our arrival.When we reached the border of the Red Moon Pack, the royal guards were waiting, standing in perfect formation, their armor glinting under the pale sun. They bowed low, but I barely spared them a glance. The air smelled of blood and damp earth. My men were weary, some barely holding on. The sound of the carriages behind me was heavy, dragging like the weight on my chest.We rode through the gates of the palace. The moment we entered the courtyard, wolves and servants rushed forward. Familiar faces. Some gasped at the sight of our wounds, and others whispered prayers under their breath.Two guards ran to Daze’s side and lifted him carefully from the carriage. His body was pale, his chest rising weakly. My heart clenched as they hurried with him toward the Moonlight Chamber, t
FINNIAN“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







