LOGINRya's POV Life should have been perfect now. With all the wars fought and won, I finally should have lived in the very life I had prayed for endlessly—the kind that was a bed of roses, the kind where I awoke to fresh new days buttered with peace of mind and absolute serenity in the werewolf territory. Yet each new day only seemed like a bitter version of chaos. There were people... ardent disciples who still worshipped the Void even in its non-existence. Their hopes and faith had driven them mad, forced them to take up arms and swing into deadly actions which they believed could free the Void for the umpteenth time. They launched their attacks first on the werewolf territories. They were systematic, targeting those with weaker leadership and defenses. But I was willingly to put an end to such ruthless and fruitless massacre.I led the SilverFang forces against these cultists, intercepting the just before they could lay waste to another defenseless pack. I didn't have my Alpha au
Frost's POV"Can you hear me, Rya?" I whispered through the mind link. The distance between us had caused some kind of strain to our communication. Still, I could hear her. "I'm in position," she answered in a whispering tone. "I can see them, all of them.""Ready when you're ready," I answered.I had my men positioned right behind me, awaiting Rya's signal. This act, this mission, was sensitive in a whole lot of ways. If there was even a slight misstep, or an act out of scheduled timing, then we could end up like the ones we had set out to trap—on our knees, pleading for mercy. And so I stood vigilant, with my eyes scanning through the landscape, on the best way to storm that meeting hall.There was complete silence from Rya. It was almost as though I had lost my connection with her. It was like that for almost half an hour, not until she let out a frustrating groan through the mindlink, the kind that jolted me from the ground. "Oh gods!" I heard her say, followed by a hiss and a
Rya's POVI didn't know how, but I had that confidence that Oscar and Lia would find me all the information that I needed. It wasn't up to a full day since I mentioned my fears to Lia, and she had returned bearing what would seem like pleasant news. I had been in my study room all morning. WIth less tasks on my hands, and nothing really heavy to make my mind spiral in pondering thoughts, I bought my time with flipping through more pages of historical books judiciously. I was half way through the very book that interested me most when Lia stormed into the room. I could feel the urgency in her steps even though her face had masked it perfectly. I looked up at her, a bit startled, but mostly puzzled. "Come with me. There's something I want you to see," she said to me coldly. I had never seen her in such a demeanor... wearing such terrifying countenance. I could almost hear Oscar's voice through hers, but had washed the thoughts off my head when I sighted her figure and heard the light
Rya's POVI had not been neglected after all. My pride was still secured—intact, well laced on my shoulders as though nothing had ever happened. I still received the respect... the honour, just as before, but not exactly as before.It had been a month since I was crowned as Luna of the SilverFang pack, and for one who had stepped down from a position with the greatest authority in the entire werewolf territory, another would expect that I bowed my head in shame, or think of where I found myself to be as a downgrade... a fall from grace. But I was most satisfied with where I was. I finally had the chance to just... breathe, to live, to have lightened shoulders, to sleep without rethinking the events of the past or the future, to sit without having the pressing needs of the people weigh my spirit down. But most of all, when I turned my eyes to the man who now wore the crown, I still felt like the victor. I was at peace, knowing fully well that they people deserved a good man like him,
Frost's POVHow things changed in just a few seconds! I had become Alpha, of the most powerful pack in the entire werewolf territory. The thoughts and the reality of it had already inflicted such a burden on me, it was evident in the way my countenance changed. Heavy was really the head that wore the crown!I wore a new persona, a different aura. My back was straightened. I held my shoulders high, squared with pride. My chin was lifted, and my confidence was piqued. I was a new man, now boldly able to bore into another man's eyes, while the other would have to lower his in an unsolicited form of respect. Power was already a different feeling... a very good feeling.But what was an Alpha without his Luna? I turned to the one person who had willingly stepped down from her glory, who had paved a way for me to rule as Alpha. To Rya, I had made her my Luna, and not a second thought had gone into making that decision.When I presented my Luna to the tribunal, she was accepted... or so I t
Rya's POV"...hence no verdict can be rendered..." I heard Elder Malachi say those words.A loud gasp escaped my lips unconsciously, and a wave of relief washed over me. I could feel my body lighten by his words, almost as though I was floating in air. I had been holding on to Frost's hands all the while, clutching it tightly as though it were my anchor. My heart had slowly returned to its usual rhythm after minutes of throbbing hardly against my chest... thrice its usual oscillation. My happiness however was short-lived. There was still that undeniable truth that lingered in the air, that... harsh reality that I needed to accept at that moment: that my fate still hung in the balance, that the decision still rested on the tribunal.Elder Malachi returned to his seat, his head lowered to the ground in a mix of shame and disappointment. The rest of the table leaned in closer, into some sort of enclosed curve, like a committee in a council, whispering amongst themselves. Their faces w
Rya's POVI was alone in the throne room. The weather was fair, the skies were bright, the morning sun shone its beautiful rays on the landscape, and the winds blew against me softly. I enjoyed this solitude. It was extremely quiet in the room—the perfect place to think. I was reviewing the option
Frost's POV I couldn't sleep through the night. I laid there in the silence and darkness, peering at the ceiling, breathing shakily while my mind drifted into the thoughts of Rya. Nothing was hurting more than her absence. And it grew worse when there wasn't a word from her, and possibly not a wo
Rya's POVIn just one week, I had been able to right my wrongs. The people were willing and collaborative. I had taken a census of the first born sons and others who seemed fit enough for battle. There were a thousand who were willing to lay their lives down just to defend the pack and their famil
Lily's POV "Did you give him the potion?" I asked the nurse by my side. She was breathing heavily, her entire forehead beaded with sweat drops, and her hands shaking as though she had done something wrong. She looked... scared, terrified. "We... We struggled, but he drank the potion," she answer







