FAZER LOGINRya's POV"Look at me," Frost whispered into my ears. He pulled me gently away from him, but still held me firmly by the shoulders. I was still in tears, sobbing quietly and sniffling my nostrils in a less noisy way. I lowered my head, just so he would have to stare at my extremely squeezed and pitiful face. But he thought otherwise. He tilted my chin upwards with just a slight push of his forefinger. And with his huge thumb, he wiped off the tear trail on my cheek, and tucked a few strands of my loose hair behind my ears. "Breathe!" He said to me, whispering softly. "Breathe! Breathe!! Breathe!!!" He repeated the words. He led the way. I managed to regulate my breathing in accordance with the pacing of his words, and to the rise and fall intonation of his words. It was calming, relieving, and in just a few seconds, I felt like myself again."Mind telling me about the dream you had?" He asked with an arched eyebrow. I was staring at him when an image of his darkened face flashed
Rya's POVThe world burned around me. I was laying against my back on the hard ground, with my eyes glued to the heavens. All I could hear was the steady pound of my heartbeat in my ears, with all other sound sinking in the background. My breathing came out slow and heavy, dragging in and out of my chest. I saw the stars well positioned in the sky, shining brightly. What should have been a beautiful scenery was rather swallowed by thick black smoke filling the air.I could hear voices—the echoing screams of women, children crying out loudly, and men that cheered as their swords clanged against each other. I looked to the side, to the sight of towers that stood tall in tribute to forgotten names, now being reduced to rubble. Bodies lay scattered on the floor, with blood pooling underneath them.I dragged myself forward, my hands scraping against the dirt. My back ached, my limbs felt torn from their joints, and my head tightened as I strained forward. Every move I made only felt he
Rya's POVI couldn't stop thinking. Frost had been the core of my thoughts over the last few days.For three days I sat by his side. I watched him keenly. And in that trying moment, I refused to step away from him. I held on to him, whispering prayers and assuring words into his ears that he returned to me.I loved him—with all of my heart and with everything I owned—I adored him. I could say it a million times and still never get exhausted. Yet losing him was the scariest thing my mind could ever picture to haunt me. I couldn't imagine having to rule a kingdom without him by my side. He had a way with words I just couldn't explain. They were always encouraging, rejuvenating. His touch was calming and comforting. These thoughts of him managed to put a smile on my face even while he remained trapped in his subconscious.But slowly, I began to live in the fear of his person, and of the things to come. I had begun to see the strangest things with him. Those moments when he muttered ol
Frost's POV "Take it for yourself. Wield it. It is yours to possess,"It had been an hour since Vargan's presence vanished from the room just as suddenly as it appeared. Still, those same words were persistently echoing in my ears. It was as though he was still there in the room, lurking at the back of my head and whispering those words endlessly to me. And with every moment I fought back to inflict my will and resist his influence, the words only grew sharper, and his voice turned darker. I was running mad. The loud voices in my head, coupled with the pounding sensation at the centre of my head was enough to force a loud scream out of my mouth, and send me running through the woods under the moon's ethereal glow. I was only holding on to a tiny thread of this reality and my fortitude. I kept assuring myself that I was indomitable, far above my father's reach and influence. But I needed to find a solution, and find it fast. The healer's option couldn't possibly be the only existe
Frost's POV It has been years—perhaps even a lifetime—since I last felt this stirring within me.I had been laying on the bed for hours, staring blankly at the ceiling and whispering prayers to the moon goddess. It was my only resort to driving off that mixed uprising feeling of fear and guilt.My mind was clouded, spiralling with the thoughts of my father. All the days when he lived and served by his side, I had fought and refused to walk in his shadows. He was a monster, a living walking representation of greed and evil, masquerading as an Alpha who sought the needs of his people first.His ideals were never perfect, and he was too adamant of a man to listen even when he rarely sought counsel. He was an indefatigable lover of power and dominance—and whatever thing would make the entire world tremble and bow to him. I grew a great comfort in being a part of something new in the SilverFang when he spent the rest of his days behind a prison door. But even that couldn't prune the ev
Frost's POV "I..." I paused in my words. A slight chuckle escaped my lips. "I don't understand," I managed to say the words through a forced smile. I was struggling to piece the words together. Somehow the words were getting... clear, but the truth was one I didn't want to admit. And so the quiet chuckle was a facade... an act for my brain to avoid what could be my newest reality. I tried to pull myself up the bed. But Rya swung to stop me again. I resisted her touch, shaking her hands off mine as I sat upright. She jerked slightly, pulling backwards with a mix of fear and worry embedded in her eyes. "What do you mean by I am now a living version of Vargan?" My jaws were clenched as I asked. "Blood sacrifice is a... very dangerous and powerful form of magic, Sire," the healer answered.She stood from the chair she was sitting in, pacing the room as she kept explaining."It usually isn't an option to be considered, especially because of the dangers it can pose. Healers tag it as
Rya's POV It was barely dawn when Lily's soft knock echoed on my door. “Come in!” I answered without a thought. I was already fully dressed and even putting on my lab coat like the professional doctor that I am. The door creaked as Lily stepped in, professionally dressed as well. “I knew it!”
Rya's POV "What if he does love me?" I pondered aloud unintentionally as I stood in front of my wardrobe longer than I had ever done for any official meeting, any medical emergency, or even pack gatherings. “Which should I go for?!! Damn…” I kept pulling out dresses, staring at them, then push
Rya's POV Vargan hasn't fully recovered yet but he was was still undergoing the process, thanks to my seamless skills and medicines. The last time I went to check on him, I promised him another of my freshly made medicine and of course, some fruits. I kept my promise. That afternoon, I prepared
Lily's POV I smirked devilishly as I walked through the dark corridor, heading to Frost’s room. I stared back at the papers in my hands, “Rya…with this, Frost will cast you aside!! I told you I would prove it.” This time around, my voice sounded loud on the quiet corridor, as I held my hands ove







