Masuk~Elara~“Still alive,” I say quietly. “I wasn’t sure you’d make it.”A dry laugh escapes him. “You’d be amazed what people live through when they’ve got something to say.”“Then say it,” I answer. “Before Dravon decides you’re out of time.”He lifts his gaze, eyes bloodshot but glimmering with that same, infuriating smirk. “You think I’m afraid of him?”“No,” I say. “You’re afraid of what happens when I stop being kind.”His brows pinch together. “You? Kind?”“Let's not pretend here.” I give him a knowing look. “The only reason you're still in this dungeon alive is because Dravon wants to get the truth of my family out of you. Since you refuse to say anything, you'll be taken to the forbidden dungeon tonight.”“I'm not afraid of the forbidden dungeon. I'm ready to be tortured to death.” Kyle proclaims proudly.“I can help you evade all these. I can reduce your sentence, just tell me what you know about my family.” My voice is low, you can almost hear the desperation in m
ELARA'S POVYesterday's court meeting lives rent free in my head, especially when Kyle revealed that he knows secrets about my family.What secrets does he know? Did he really meet them? Are they still alive? Do they know that I exist?All these are questions that I need answers to. I need Kyle to tell me everything he knows. I haven't been able to think properly since Kyle's words yesterday. I've been restless, not even sleeping last night. All efforts to make Kyle spill what he knows, both about my family and concerning further treasonous plots, have all been futile. He has been enduring all the torture and questioning, refusing to reveal what he knows.That's why I've come to the conclusion that I have to see Kyle myself. Dravon has ordered me not to ever enter the dungeon but I'll have to disobey that order. Kyle will be moved to the forbidden dungeon tonight therefore I have to visit and speak to him before then. Dravon has tried his torturous methods to make him speak and it was
~Elara~Lord Veyra is noticeably absent, again.Kyle is thrown to the center of the room, the sound echoing like thunder.Dravon takes his seat at the head table and I sit beside him. Thorne remains standing, arms crossed, every inch the wrathful protector.“Beta Kyle of Winterwood,” Dravon begins, his voice echoing. “You are accused of treason, conspiracy, and attempted regicide. How do you plead?”Kyle laughs. “Oh, I think the part where your lover almost gutted me in public answers that.”“Answer the question,” Dravon growls.Kyle smirks. “Fine. Guilty. Happy now?”A murmur ripples through the room.“The Queen was indeed right.”“I can't believe Lord Veyra's daughter was working with this criminal.”“Everything is making sense.”“He should be publicly executed.” I raise a hand, silencing them.“Why?” I ask simply. “Why do all this? Betray your pack, your king, your people?”He looks up at me through bloodshot eyes, something dark flickering behind them.
ELARA'S POVThe day breaks heavy and gray, like the sky itself is mourning. “If there's anything else, please don't hesitate to tell me.” I say to the royal healer.“Sure, Your Majesty.” He nods. “I’m positive he'll be fine before the sun sets tomorrow.”“I'll be holding on to your word.” I stand to leave. “I'll be back tomorrow, thank you once again.”“It's an honor, Your Majesty.” He bows as I leave.I leave the royal infirmary, heading towards the court room. I have to address the court council since Dravon isn't yet back from Winterwood. He assured me he'll return yesterday but it's already sunrise yet there has been no news or sign of him. I left Winterwood alongside Mia in order to take Lucien to our royal healer. Luckily, he's already stable, just unconscious. We just need to wait till he awakens.The burden I feel in my chest has been lifted. I don't think I would've ever felt free if Lucien had died, not because I deeply care for him but because the guilt that once again, so
~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







