AUDACUS I arrived at the border of the Bear Kingdom with a sour taste in my mouth and bare murder in my bones. The air was filled with pine and river rock, and beneath that, something darker—a scent I knew intimately. Power. The bears had a new king, and I needed him. Or, rather, I needed his army. His brawn. His blind, paw-swinging rage. The border guards smelt me out before cautiously approaching, spear at the ready, nostrils flaring. "Announce your name and business, stranger." "Audacus", I answered curtly, devoid of respect. "I seek an audience with your king." The second guard leaned into the first, whispering, "That's the rogue king. The fallen one." "I haven't fallen," I snarled. "I've just switched sides. Now move, or I'll tear your fur off in clumps." They exchanged a glance, then gestured me through the mountain pass. It took them twenty minutes to lead me to the heart of the kingdom—a rock fortress cut into the cliffs, where the roars of training warrior
AUDACUS I arrived at the border of the Bear Kingdom with a sour taste in my mouth and bare murder in my bones. The air was filled with pine and river rock, and beneath that, something darker—a scent I knew intimately. Power. The bears had a new king, and I needed him. Or, rather, I needed his army. His brawn. His blind, paw-swinging rage. The border guards smelt me out before cautiously approaching, spear at the ready, nostrils flaring. "Announce your name and business, stranger." "Audacus", I answered curtly, devoid of respect. "I seek an audience with your king." The second guard leaned into the first, whispering, "That's the rogue king. The fallen one." "I haven't fallen," I snarled. "I've just switched sides. Now move, or I'll tear your fur off in clumps." They exchanged a glance, then gestured me through the mountain pass. It took them twenty minutes to lead me to the heart of the kingdom—a rock fortress cut into the cliffs, where the roars of training warriors echoed l
HAILEY The world was finally still and peaceful. No crashing waves. No howling winds. No screams of war or grief. Just the quiet rustle of trees brushing in the night breeze and the low, steady beat of my heart.We had survived another clash with an unwanted roach. Barely. Leviathan was gone, dissolved into sea mist and memory, and yet the ache of everything still pressed into my bones like frost.I stood at the balcony of the guest chamber they’d secured for me. My people were still gathering the wounded. Ryan had sent Logan, Jermaine, and Jackson back to the main court to debrief the elders. He said he needed a moment. We both did. Jaden had finally put Akasha to sleep with the triplets continuously watching over her nervously.The door opened behind me."I should’ve known you’d come out here and freeze instead of resting," Ryan said.I didn’t turn. "I like the cold."His footsteps padded across the room until his arms slid around my waist from behind. He didn’t say anything. Just
RYAN The wind cut sharp and cold across the bridge as we rode, the scent of mountain pine and frost thick in the air. My horse grunted beneath me, breath steaming in the early dawn chill. Logan was ahead, scouting with that ever-watchful gaze of his, while Jackson and Jermaine flanked either side of me like twin wolves. We weren’t just riding for the fun of it—we were riding for peace. The whole kingdom has been thrown into a state of utter chaos and confusion, leaving us all with a handful of more responsibilities. For once, Hailey had managed to convince the fractured clans to even consider sitting at the same table. That alone felt like pulling teeth from a dragon. Of course, it never lasts. It began with a shift in the wind. A crackle. Then a chill, deeper than frostbite, settled on my spine. "Hold up," I said. Logan was already raising his hand from the cliff's edge. "Something's wrong." Jermaine drew his sword. "We're being watched," Jackson muttered. I had one second—j
AKASHA I held him tighter than I ever had before. His arms trembled around me like a fever dream, his head buried into my shoulder. There was no crown on his brow. No fire in his eyes. Just a boy I had once known. A brother I had once adored. And yet… even as he wept into my tunic, even as his claws retracted and his breathing slowed— I felt it. That thread of madness was still tangled deep in his heart. “I can fix this,” he whispered. “We can start over, Akasha. You and I. Forget them. Forget her. Hailey. We never needed her anyway. We were all we needed.” My breath hitched. “Akael…” His fingers gripped my arm with just enough pressure to remind me: the monster was sleeping. Not gone. Never gone. “We’ll burn down the unwanted thrones,” he continued, eyes glassy with hope, delusion threading his voice. “You’ll rule beside me. You’ll see. We’ll make them kneel.” “Akael”, I said again. My voice broke. “We can’t.” His face stiffened, pulling back. “Why not?” “Because you’re no
AKASHA The air was thick with ash and extreme unease. It clung to my hair, settled on my tongue, stained the folds of my tunic. The scent of charred wood and scorched earth burned in my lungs. The silence as I walked deeper into the forest was unnatural—no birds, no rustle of leaves, no distant howls. Just the echo of something broken. My brother. My twin. I hadn’t seen him since the last war room argument. Since dad screamed that I'd betrayed him and locked me into a dungeon until I was rescued by mother leaving corpses behind like breadcrumbs. And now, I walked into his lair alone. I followed the blackened path he carved through the wilderness. Burnt trees stood like graves, their branches reaching skyward in horror. Every step I took was a choice—a silent prayer because Akael is now a monster, a product of father's continous manipulation and somehow he has no sense of right or wrong. His obsession with me started innocently before blooming into madness yet father encouraged