LOGINFrost's POV I rushed out of the quarters with Oscar and Rya. The Lycan clan which was an epitome of excellence—a city so radiant and glorious one could regard as heaven—now stood in ruins. I had never seen anything like it before. I watched as bodies dropped on the hard ground like flies, almost as though something was moving through them. Buildings which stood tall in the sky were reduced to rubble. Some others were engulfed in flames, with thick black smoke rising into the sky. I strained my eyes, trying to catch a view of what must have caused this much chaos. There was not another man out there with a different color or flag. The enemy was not in sight. It was as though every warrior of the Lycan clan swung their swords against the wind. Yet, in the midst of my confusion, something spectacular caught my view. I took a step forward to just... feed my curiosity. I watched a guard stand against a shadow. His hands clutched onto a flaming torch in his hands, fuming as he awaited
Rya's POV"I'm intrigued, Rya," Sera said, leaning against the railing of the balcony, staring at the skies. We had been speaking for over one hour. Basically, our conversation circled around the meeting—starting off with the invitation, to the journey, and even to the meeting that occurred. I had shared my most honest opinion about the Lycan clan, how each man was more condescending than the other, how they felt so on top of the world, as though it revolved in the palm of their hands.To my utmost surprise, she never denied a word I spoke. She was incorrigible in integrity, concurring with every fact I had noted and shared with her. And I didn't want the conversation to end. "How were you able to attain a power in such a system where it's reserved for men?" Sera asked me. She spoke the words with this whispering tone, one that almost made it seem as though it lingered in her heart for so long. It felt like a burden she needed to share with someone of liked mind. And turns out, I
Rya's POV I had been tossing and turning in my bed ever since I returned from dinner. The taste of the lamb chops still lingered on my tongue. I could still catch the lingering, savory scent of the meals spread across the room. I couldn't deny it. It was a wonderful experience—at least, to an extent. Another thing else lingered in my mind... Alpha Aldric's words. In fact, it was the loud echo of his words, and the flashes of his countenance every time he uttered those words that caused the discomfort.I had my thoughts in line with his sudden invitation. And with the fact that his name didn't strike a chord in my head, and neither did his clan, my doubts grew like a cancer.His intentions were absurd and ludicrous. He took pride in what he must have considered a generous offer, and his mind must have pictured him with the moonstone in his hands. With the way he boasted of the strength his clan possessed, and his request, it was safe to say he had seen something much greater than w
Frost's POV "Kill him!" My father commanded. His voice wasn't loud in my ears, but it came in in its usual manner—sharp and intense, enough to throw me off balance. I shifted slightly on the chair, trying to steady myself before it showed. I lowered my head slightly. A quiet chuckle slipped from my lips. It was forced, empty, dry, an action made as though I was amused at something spoken over the table, but rather was a ploy to buy myself time to suppress this... feeling. My breathing had changed. The room that was once airy and most comfortable had suddenly turned into the opposite—hot and suffocating.My skin felt oddly wet. My heart raced against my chest and my breathing... my breathing had changed. I fought it, closing my eyes and trying to just... slow it down. Yet it didn't work. "Kill him!" My father commanded. This time, his voice was more than just a pressing thought in my head. I felt that usual warmth that filled the space, the kind that always indicated he was near.
Frost's POV The dinner was so impeccable, well planned out. Even before my hands could pick up the cutlery, my eyes were fed to the brim—satisfied—long before my taste buds could detect another taste.Across the well polished black onyx table was a medley of dishes widely spread over it. It was literally a feast meant for royalty. Each plate was filled, overflowing with a variety of food. I could sight juicy lamb chops, smoked salmon and tiger prawns, roasted carrots, mashed potatoes and stuffed mushrooms, freshly baked bread and chocolate mousse—and even more I couldn't recount. The air was thick, filled with the sweet savouring aroma of these dishes. I was almost a confused man at the start... puzzling on which one to choose first. But I won with the right choice of mashed potatoes, gravy sauce and the smoked salmon. The room was intensely quiet as we kept feasting, except the occasional clattering noises of the cutleries striking the plates. I ate in a demure fashion, yet, I w
Frost's POV The evening arrived, and we were dressed for dinner. I had come prepared, wearing my best just to make a statement—a lasting impression. I dressed with purpose, taking my time with each piece.I had on a black coat that fit just perfectly—sharp at the shoulders and draping down to my thighs. Underneath was a white shirt, with a few buttons down just for comfort. My trousers sat clean against my legs, tucked into boots which were polished to a quiet shine.Staring at the mirror, I looked steady, and in control, like a man who wouldn't ask for attention, but would gather it from the moment he stepped in. My confidence peaked in the beauty of the dress.Yet, while I didn't need to be loud, Rya thought otherwise. She was dressed in a deep wine-red dress, soft and well fitted, falling just enough to move when she did. Her shoulders were bare, with a little cleavage and her skin catching the light with every slight move.She didn't wear much jewelry, just a little tough at her
Rya's POVNothing gave me greater joy on the battlefield than watching my men tear through those vampires kike hungry beasts they were. They mauled them, tore them into shreds like papers, and left them for dead. Yet, the battle wasn't over. We weren't victorious, at least, not yet. Lily was still
Rya's POVI could hear Oscar's voice from my subconscious. It was the loudest in the room, the fiercest. I struggled to open my eyes faintly, to the sight of bright light from the bulb, and the turning ceiling fan. I let out a slight groan as I tried to turn on the bed. My head was pounding, mostl
Frost's POV Another day in the dungeon, in the darkness and the silence. I was breathing in the air that seemed polluted. My body was weakened with every passing day. I had been restricted from visits, from food and water, or anything that could make me feel better and a bit more comfortable. Tha
Rya's POVIt was morning. The skies were still dark, and the air was cold. The winds blew through my opened windows, soothing my skin as I dressed up for the war. This moment was different. I was feeling different. There wasn't this usual exciting sensation that came with the morning—that usual as







