Masuk~Elara~He stops pacing, meeting my gaze. “I can't, it just happens.”“Find a way,” I reply, my tone serious. “You can't just kill anyone that offends you.”He steps closer to me. “They tried to attack you Elara. How can I let them live?”I let out a sigh. “I understand that you want to protect me, but death isn't the answer for everything. We need Kyle alive, I feel like there's something we don't know about. We need more answers from him.”A comfortable silence settles between the both of us as we watch Lucien's chest rise and fall.“Do you think he’ll make it?” I ask softly, breaking the silence.Dravon looks at Lucien, then at me. “I’m guessing he will, if he reaches our Pack on time.”“I sincerely hope he survives.” I mutter, almost inaudibly.I feel Dravon’s eyes intensify. “It's not your fault, stop blaming yourself.”“Really?” I deadpan. “We all know that the blade was meant for me.”“And he willingly chose to take the hit. Nobody forced him.”My eyes widen. “That doesn't m
ELARA'S POVThe smell of blood and iron fills my senses. I can’t think, can’t breathe. I can only hold Lucien tighter, praying to the Goddess that he lives.Dravon kneels beside us now, his fury replaced with guilt that makes his eyes darken. “Elara,” he says softly. “Let them treat him.”“They’re trying!” I snap, my voice raw. “It’s not working!”He doesn’t argue. He just cups my face, grounding me for a second. The healer pulls back, whispering, “The poison is spreading fast. We need to transport him to your pack for treatment, they have the best healers and physicians. There's little we can do with this kind of poison.”Lucien groans again, and I grab his hand. His gaze flickers between Dravon and me. “There’s n- no need for all… all these.”I respond in a hush tone. “Of course there is. You saved me and we'll do anything to save you as well.”Dravon clenches his jaw, looking away. “You shouldn’t have done that, Lucien.” I can sense a tinge of jealousy in his ton
~Elara~My gaze meets Thorne. I nod my head.He gets the message and bravely goes towards Dravon. He's taking a risk that can end his life if caution isn't applied.“DRAVON, STOP!” Thorne’s voice cuts through the madness, but Dravon doesn’t listen. His fangs are bared, his rage wild. With his hand still around Kyle's neck, he slams him again against the marble pillar hard enough to crack it.“YOU DARE!” Dravon’s snarl echoes. “You dare aim for her!”Kyle chokes, his hands clawing at Dravon’s wrist. His eyes are wide, not with guilt but fear. Still, even now, he tries to smirk.“Guess your perfect little queen isn’t untouchable after all,” he spits, his voice trembling.Dravon’s growl rumbles like thunder. The heat around him sharpens, making the air shimmer. I can feel it even from here, the fury rolling off him, burning and uncontrolled.This time, Thorne dives in, grabbing Dravon’s arm. “Enough! You’ll kill him before we get answers!”Dravon jerks away, breathing h
ELARA'S POVAs Dravon warns Anita, my attention shifts from Kyle to them. I can't believe that she tried to escape. How did she even free herself from the chains without anyone even noticing? That she-wolf is more sly than I thought.Then, the sound of steel cutting through air tears the moment apart.For a heartbeat, everything freezes, even my breath. My mind blanks. The world becomes nothing but the hiss of air, the flash of steel, and the mad thump of my heart. The blade flashes under the light, spinning straight toward me, cutting through the air like death itself. It’s aimed straight at my chest. I don’t have time to scream, to move, to even think. Everything fades, the voices, the chaos, the gasps of the council, until there’s only that small glint of silver growing bigger, closer, faster.My throat closes up. I can’t even gasp. The air feels thick, too heavy to breathe. Someone screams my name, maybe Mia or Dravon, but the sound is muffled, as though coming from underwa
~Kyle~This is exactly why Lucien shouldn't be Alpha. He's way too dramatic and shows too much emotion. An Alpha should be cold, merciless. He should be able to eliminate all threats immediately, but here he is, still asking me questions.“I did what I had to,” I cut in. My words are a knife. “I made plans for the safety of Winterwood. You all are blind. I did it for the pack.”For the pack. For the power. For the future I wanted to carve out for myself. Elara keeps looking at me. Calm. Certain.Elara’s calm helps nothing. It only infuriates me.“You’re a curse, Elara,” I spit out to her, my voice echoing through the room. “Everything you touch turns to ash!”Her gaze meets mine, sharp as glass. “And yet here you are,” she says softly, “burning in your own fire.”I laugh, a rough, bitter sound. “You think this is over? You think dragging Calistra down fixes what you’ve done? You’ve destroyed Winterwood! You made Lucien weak. I was only doing what was right for the Pack. I
KYLE'S POVAnita is dragged into the meeting room, her hands cuffed with chains. Gone was the put together and extravagant she-wolf, now replacing her is a tattered one with eye bags with her clothes slightly torn. Never in my life did I imagine Anita would look this way. The once graceful noble is not a mere prisoner.“Anita is here now.” Elara announces, staring at me. “Can you still boldly deny your treacherous plots?” I keep mute, knowing there's no way out of this now. For Anita to be in this state that means they've tortured the truth out of her, she must have spilled everything already.“Since you don't want to speak, I'll ask Anita to do the speaking for you.” Elara shifts her attention to Anita. “Tell everyone nothing but the truth.”Anita flickers her eyes to me, before staring at everyone in the room. She lowers her head before she starts speaking. “K- Kyle came all the way from Winterwood to the Demon's Pack in order to poison the King. He threatened Mia to administer the







