LOGINJESSICA/TESSA’S POV
![]()
JESSICA/TESSA’S POVWhat was happening? Why did I suddenly feel pulled toward the Black Coffin? What in the wizardry was that?I was already battered and now this!I stumbled, trying to catch my breath. My eyes were locked onto the white bones hanging in th
JESSICA/TESSA’S POVCeres was very efficient for a wolf of her age. She led the way ahead, while the group of soldiers followed the guidance of the shards left from the mark.We had to get out of this maze somehow before more damage was done.The Black Coff
JESSICA/TESSA’S POVAs I moved along the way, I understood very well how I had to proceed. With the little wolf by my side, it was a great support I could lean on.Nevertheless, we both kept pressing forward. However, this time, the black mark on my finger burned more fiercely than before. I believed it was because of the frequent use of my wolf
JESSICA/TESSA’S POVAs I moved along the way, I understood very well how I had to proceed. With the little wolf by my side, it was a great support I could lean on.Nevertheless, we both kept pressing forward. However, this time, the black mark on my finger burned more fiercely than before. I believed it was because of the frequent use of my wolf
JESSICA/TESSA’S POVThe mirage. There it was again.As we marched toward the opening, the dark illusion of the Blood Wasteland twisted at once. It emerged angrily, right into our face.Then, like a python, it twisted around us, hissing, whispering, and tryi
JESSICA/TESSA’S POVThe bloody wilderness seemed so hostile.Every step we took forward felt like carving our way through a stormy fire and it was as if we were walking on a hot blade. Then, there was the ground which felt like we were marching on someone’s liver.
Jessica/Tessa pov.Zane sat beside me, restless, his gaze fixed on Jason. It was only the second time Jason had stepped foot in our pack, yet Zane hated it, hated the way he hovered too close to me. A low growl rumbled in his chest every time Jason leaned in.Lately, I couldn’t read him anymore. O
Chapter 130 Zane povI leaned against the cold stone wall outside the torture room, arms crossed, watching.My queen was in there, handling the prisoner with her usual ruthless precision. Personally, I don’t enjoy just watching—there’s a raw thrill in twisting the knife myself, feeling the resista
Zane pov.I didn’t even hear half of what Tyson said. The second the words Tessa and council house left his mouth, my body was already moving, tearing through the halls like the shadows themselves carried me. My pulse thundered in my ears, my wolf pressing hard against my skin, whispering dark pro
Zane pov.







