تسجيل الدخولFrost's POV I resisted my father's insisting desires—his twisted burden which he passed onto me as though I was indeed his harbinger and vessel. And all the while in his persistence, my eyes never departed from Rya who sat close to me, neither did I throw a single glance at the rearview mirror again.There was nothing—within this world and even in the next—that could ever drive me to hurting Rya. She occupied a place so sacred in my heart that my life would vanish in an instant if anything happened to her. And it would vanish even faster if I were the one to bring her harm.And I was certain my father knew, hence the reason he fought harder. I doubted his intelligence and observative traits ever left him, even as he became a thorn in my mind. Still, I couldn't get rid of the voices. They were persistent, piercing, and emotionally triggering. His words kept echoing in my ears—low, but sharp. They brought this banging sensation at the top of my head. I sank deeper into the backseat
Frost's POV We had spent five days and many more restless hours on a lonely path leading to the Lycan Clan. I had patiently counted every ticking second of it. But with that amount of time on the road, a man was bound to change. And somewhere, I felt that change settling quietly within me. We didn't start off this way. We left the SilverFang pack with this intense optimism burning within us. There was purpose in our steps, something close to certainty blended in hope.I had crafted a team of twelve SilverFang warriors—including myself, Oscar, and three members of Rya's Duskborn blood. Each man carried with him a sense of perceptiveness and vigilance, especially given the notoriety handed down to us by the Lycans.I was seated at the backseat with Rya. There was this defeaning silence between us—almost intentional, but it wasn't. We didn't speak, neither did we exchange a single glance.I watched her keenly as she gazed out of the window, her body and mind supposedly lost in deep tho
Rya's POVI had remained in that room for almost half an hour when Lia returned. This time, she came with company—with Elder Darius and the healer who performed the blood sacrifice.I stilled the moment I saw them, a flicker of surprise tightening my chest before I forced them down. My gaze stayed steady, calm on the surface but with questions rising inside me."W...What... What are they doing here?" I asked in a nervous tone. I wiped the tears quickly from my eyes as soon as I sighted them. "They were the only ones I knew you could trust. They're the only ones I believe have the proper knowledge to help you right now." Lia said confidently. My eyes were glued on her, and for a moment... I felt insanely proud of her.Her intuition was just amazing, and perfect. And she was absolutely right. They were the best people with the proper knowledge to handle my fears. How my troubles hindered me from thinking of this earlier! "My lady, do you still have the moonstone with you?" The heale
Rya's POVThere was more to his request than met the eyes. Things had changed with Frost ever since he woke up from his coma. It had been easy back in the days to read through his expressions and thoughts. The bond between us always exposed his feelings to me, and did mine to him. I could feel his worries, his pain, his joy, his ecstasy, and so could he with me. Yet lately, it has been an Herculean task. He had become so skilled in masking his thoughts and his feelings. Right there, I had to press in keenly. His eyes were a mirror of his heart, and his tone and choice of words gave him away. There was a worry in there, a raging concern that burned within him when he heard I was leaving the SilverFang pack. He was terrified. He didn't want to be away from me. And truthfully, I didn't want to—not when Vargan constantly knocked on the door of his mind to consume him."Could you handle the things you spoke about in the morning?" I asked him. We were taking a stroll back to our chamb
Rya's POVTwo hours later, the council chamber was humming with anticipation. The elders were seated in their numbers across the large wooden table. I could hear loud murmurs even from the outside, alongside the sound of shuffling papers. I pushed through the large mahogany door and stepped into the room. It grew silent. All eyes were fixed on me as I walked boldly towards the empty seat on the table.The air was thick with expectation, and every chair seemed to hold more weight than the last. These aged men wore the same look on their faces, that mix blend of uncertainty and trepidation. "Thank you very much for coming on such short notice," I cleared my throat, piercing the silence as I spoke. My voice was firm, but it carried a slight edge of unease. But unlike them, I was able to mask it with this... royal confidence. Who could tell apart from myself?"We've been summoned by Alpha Aldric of the Lycan Clan. He claims there are spiritual disturbances that concern not just us, but
Rya's POV "Shadow beings," I whispered the words again. I shook my head slightly—confused and lost. "I... I have never heard of that before. What... What could you gather about them? What do they look like? What do they sound like?""I'm not sure, my lady," Oscar answered in a flat tone. "However, I'm still on the search for what it could mean. It might not mean anything serious at the end. It could be these mercenaries are just trying to toy with us""No!" I cut him off sharply. My voice was low, almost as though I was whispering. "No. I don't think so," I said again in the same tone.My eyes were staring blankly at the ground. I wanted to believe him. I really did. That it could be nothing more than rumours, or made up words twisted enough to spooke us. But something within me refused to settle. It sat there in my chest, heavy and restless, like a truth I couldn't reach but also something I couldn't ignore either. The words lingered linger than it should have. It didn't feel empt
Frost POVI never thought betrayal would be this quiet.I looked at her and my heart shattered the more. The only thing I was hearing was just the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears while I stared at the woman standing outside my cell.Rya.The same woman I trusted with my back.With my
Lily's PovAfter Frost left, I just could not sleep. Every single word he said replayed itself in my ears like bad music, even louder than his anger ever did. Why did he defend her like that? Why was he so mindful of her? Or could it be that there was something more? More questions just kept floo
Rya’s POV“Selene…” I heard my name from behind and I turned.It was Lia, she walked towards me swiftly. “Are you going to speak to them now?!” She asked, staring straight at me. “Yes.. is there any problem?!” I asked. The way she sounded looked as though there was more to her question. “I'll
Frost's POV I saw the games Lily played. I wasn't blind. I saw the little digs, the oh so 'accidental' spills and the way she'd subtly turn conversations to make Rya look bad, it was all to damn obvious not to notice. In public, I played along, nodding at her concerns, even offering a placating wo







