LOGINFrost's POVI wasn't a stranger to prison walls. In the days when understanding was an herculean feat to achieve between Rya and I, it was a constant event to find myself in and out of reeking dungeons. But this time was different... in a whole lot of ways.I was thrown behind bars in another man's land. This time, I was fully cloaked in the stigma of being a criminal. The guards stared at me like a common man, their eyes speaking of sheer hate and repugnance which was passed down to them by the man on the throne. Each one of them was a step away from throwing a spittle on my face. But what could I do othe than just watch? This place smelled of sweat, urine, vomit... and even blood. The air was hot and heavy, and the noise that filled the dungeon was ear blasting. Luckily for me, Alpha Aldric had the courtesy of separating me away from the rest of my crew, keeping me locked in what he termed as a special room. Still, it didn't erase the truth that I was prisoner.Elder Thorne had le
Rya's POVWhen I said I was going to the Ashen Wastes, I didn't have a map with me, or even a tour guide to lead the way. Hell, I had not the slightest concern of what I was stepping into, or even the tiniest imagination of what this Shadow Maw looked like. I acted based on my instincts which were triggered by my emotions.I was just exhausted. Watching the very man whom my heart throbbed for suddenly became a shadow of himself, with peace slowly becoming a foreign term to him... it was a torturing experience. I couldn't keep up with the constant switch in alter egos and personalities. I was losing myself just a I was losing him, and that was a reality I didn't ever want to manifest.Sera and the other men followed behind me patiently. She didn't revolt or nag as it was in her usual nature... perhaps because she chose this path to follow. We journeyed around in circles, almost losing faith and hope in finding the Ashen Wastes. Not until something striking occurred. I took a step fur
Frost's POV Slowly, the car came to a rolling stop, and so did the others that followed behind us. I rushed out of the car immediately, a confused man who was in a ferocious battle with his innermost demons, breathing intensely as though I had run up a mountain.My legs wobbled on the heated ground, and in a fleeting moment, I dropped to my knees, clutching my chest tightly. My face was buried to the ground, and I could feel the sweat drops streaming down my face, falling upon the sands.My head tightened as I strained for balance. I grinned hard, feeling the weight increase as the seconds passed. And soon enough, my body collapsed on the sands, with my face turned towards the bright sky.I felt a certain kind of ease that came with just a deep exhale. The tightening sensation around my head ad chest was fading off, my heartbeat was slowly returning to its usual rhythm, and so was mu breathing. I sighted a figure that stood over me, ogling at me with hands dipped in his pockets and
Frost's POV For what would seem like the umpteenth time, I just chickened out... again! For some reason, I bent to her will, even when I assured myself that I wouldn't anymore. I was moved... moved by the softness of her voice, by the sweetness of her touch. I made myself believe that she made the right call, that she was on the right track, and all I needed to do was to just follow. While Rya had taken a few men with her on the other path that led to the Ashen waste, I led the remaining crew back to the Ironpeak.I was seated at the back of the car silently, my head resting lightly against the window, with my eyes fixed on the world that slipped past me. Every standing tree blurred past me into another. People came and went, and the path ahead stretched endlessly, far beyond what my eyes could capture. I felt the wind brushing against my skin, so soft and comforting. The sun's rays were gentle upon my skin... warm and bright. For a moment, I allowed myself to feel it all, to t
Rya's POVBy the gods, I successfully retrieved two artifacts for the ritual process, added to the moonstone that was safely in my possession. There should have been a relief, a spark of hope and assurance that we were reaching the end, and that the void would only become a forgotten memory. But it wasn't. If anything, the weight only seemed heavier than how we started.Each artifact had cost me something---my peace, my sanity, my resolve to hold on to a promise made when the going wasn't as tough as it had become. And now, the path led us back to where we started... back to the Iron peak.We needed the Crown of Thorns held by Alpha Aldric. The very thought of asking for it from him was... destabilizing. He wasn't a man who yielded to the voice of reasoning, his very daughter was a proof of that theory. This only meant one thing—we were walking into a battle of choice, and not all of us would survive it.But beneath it all, my thoughts ran deeper, especially to Sera. Here lay the mo
Rya's POVThe very moment I stepped out of The Darkwood Forest, I halted abruptly in my steps. Something didn't seem right, and it wasn't just my instinct telling me that.My eyes swept across the large clearing, and for a moment, I felt my chest tighten at what seemed like a terrifying sight. My entire crew stood... gathered together in a strange formation. Not one person moved, or even uttered a word. They just stood there, with their eyes intensely fixed on something... or someone.My gaze followed theirs, and that was the moment I saw him---Frost. He was seated on the bare ground, bound around his hands and his legs, with his face tightly squeezed. He was no different from a petty thief who had been caught in the act.My breath hitched in my throat."What the hell is going on here?" I didn't know when my inner thoughts had spilled from my lips, but I was glad that it did.All heads turned in my direction. The entire crew, they were stunned for a brief moment, their eyes widened
Frost POVIt was a cool but beautiful evening. The clouds were dark, thick, and heavy, like it would be a heavy downpour. The trees danced as the winds blew through its leaves—soothing but shivering, followed by the rumbling noises in the skies. But it was even more beautiful, especially because R
Rya's POVI leapt as I received the flowers Frost sent me, so much so that anyone around would easily think there was something else to it. Oh no, it meant a whole lot to me, especially because it came from himI took it as a sign that something good was beginning to spring up between us. Could it
Frost's POV "...this will be my final warning. Any disrespect towards him will not be tolerated. I will not speak of it again" Rya's words sank down my spine. What level of authority she exuded! I could over hear the fury in her voice as she spoke. There was this spite buried with her words, like
Frost's POV A few days had passed, and the Alpha's residence was completed. Rya had asked me to move in out of the goodness of her heart. And I didn't hesitate. It was the most impressive masterpiece of a building I had ever seen. She had done her best to make the house well furnished—with chande







