MasukRya's POVI had been standing in front of him for over a minute, and still counting, staring at him intensely in the thick silence as I awaited his response.I was feeling so wild, burning with a raw and unfiltered anger that was so visibly expressed. My chest was rising and falling unevenly, my jaw was tightened, and so were my hands that were balled into heavy fists. Frost sat there silently, not flinching even the slightest muscle in his body. His eyes were just intensely fixed on the open book on the ground. But I knew he wasn't reading through it. He had already done so. I could see it in his eyes—the truth that lay underneath the guilt and fear, barely hidden by the tears threatening to spill.. He was long gone, lost in his thoughts.His lips parted open for a moment, but the words were stuck there in his throat, and all he could give out was an exhausted sigh. I, on the other hand, had lost my patience with him."When were you going to tell me? Huh?" I barked the question at
Rya's POVI had had enough—enough of the tears, the loneliness and the torture that came with it, the intrusive and haunting thoughts—I just couldn't handle them. My walls were shattered, and my vulnerability shone through, not minding the place I held both in the SilverFang and even in the camp. I stormed the Vampire Territory with my men and those of the Lycan clan, leaning closely towards Sera's past but persistent idea—invasion and brute recovery of the artifact. Only this time, the artifact was the least thing I had in mind to recover. I needed to retrieve Frost for myself. I needed to feel alive again... purposeful, and back to my sane thoughts. I pushed through the men that guarded the Vampire territory. They were feeble, and in little number. I begun screaming his name from the very first door, using my slightly retentive memory to find my way to the throne room."Frost! Frost!" I kept yelling at the top of my lungs, scanning through every open door for the sight of even h
Frost's POV "...a very high cost," Morgana said in a low but deliberate tone. Her words came in heavy, suffocating, and triggering. It was almost as though she wanted to drill some form of fear into me.But I took a firm stance on the floor, and bore into her eyes steadily, unflinching. My back straightened, my jaw tightened, and my voice deepened as I broke the silence between us."Name it!" I ordered her. She didn't utter a word, at least not yet. Rather, she stared at me with switching expressions—from a twitched forehead, to an arched eyebrow, and her lips that curved into some kind of impressed smile. She was studying me, and I could feel her reaching deep into my soul. A slight chuckle escaped her lips. "You're quite... confident," she said."I don't have a choice," my jaw tightened, and desperation dripped with each word I spoke. "Tell me! What's the price I have to pay?""Are you sure you want to know?" She tilted her head as she asked teasingly.“Try me.” I retorted.I was
Frost's POV It had only been a day here in the Vampire territory, and I couldn't feel my body as I used to. These... examinations, these tests, these studies, they all seemed to take a piece of myself with it. I went through the most rigorous processes. I even lost count of the procedures done. They put me through it all in just a few hours—needles, incisions, cold steel, burning sigils, whispered incantations. I couldn't tell where science had ended and where magic was introduced. All I knew and felt was excruciating pain—constant, unforgiving, something I couldn't fight or escape. This was my decision. I was in the throne room, seated on the bare floor, trying to gather myself and ease my pains when I heard those echoing and haunting footsteps approaching. "You are... a very... complex man, or should I say... complicated," Morgana's voice tore through the silence, echoing in my ears. She sashayed through the open space, walking over to her throne. Her shoulders were bare and
Rya's POVI had not stepped out of the tent ever since I returned. I remained seated on the bare ground, hands folded, and eyes blankly staring at a certain spot for minutes.I had cried—wept, sobbed, until there were no more tears left to cry. My eyes were sore, heavy, and tired. All that filled my head were the thoughts of Frost. He had become a pivotal part of me. And now that he wasn't anywhere near, it felt as though a physical part of me had been severed. I was still seated when I heard the leather flap of the tent shifted, and a figure stepped inside. It was Oscar. Once I noticed his presence, I pulled myself back to reality, trying to shake strength into my feeble body. I sniffled hard, and wiped off the tears from my eyes as I looked at him."Rya, everyone is waiting," he said to me."W-Waiting... Why... Why are they waiting?" I spluttered in my words, trying to wrap my head around the most recent happenings. My head was aching, and my voice was already weak. Everything fe
Rya's POV"Frost?" His name slipped from my mouth, and my eyebrows arched as I looked up at him.I took notice of him when he abruptly stopped in his words, and his firm grip on my shoulders tightened as though he intended to break a bone. His eyes shot upwards. They were almost turning white—his irises gone, and his eyelids flickering as though he was in a trance. I grabbed him tightly by the arms. I was panicking, shivering, already terrified, trying to call him back to reality. "Frost! Frost!" I shook him, calling his name numerous times. A thousand thoughts struck my head at the same time. Was it Vargan again? How far would the dead man go to let the world know that Frost had become an unstable man? What would he do with Frost's body now that he was in control? "Fight it, Frost," my voice cracked, and I spoke the words pleadingly, still constantly shaking him. In no time, Sera had joined quickly from the side, her hands grabbing his shoulders as she shook him too with her s
Rya's POV"Frost! He... he killed your father," Malrick spoke with a shaky tone. The world grew silent around me. I stood there, feeling numb. There was this constant ringing tone in my ears, and the few more words Malrick spoke sounded like echoes in my ears. "No! No! No!" I whispered the words
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
Rya's POV"What just happened? What did I just do?" I lowered my head and asked myself. All I felt at that moment was shame—but in a good way. I only wondered for a second why what happened had to occur in the garden? Why didn't fate let it be in a bedroom? Gods knew that I would have ravaged ever







