Mag-log inRya's POV"If you fail, your body, mind, soul, and spirit becomes a property of the veil. You will never return!" Corvina's word echoed in my ears for a brief moment. Her words dropped like a heavy bomb in my chest, causing my heart to skip a beat. I buried my face to the ground for a moment, and in a split second, I weighed my options. I tried to assure myself that I was indeed making the right choice., and without an iota of doubt, I was certain that I did. But if Frost was here, definitely he would ever want me to take that step."Fine. I'll do it," I said to her, with a determined tone and a clenched jaw. I had faced tough things. I sure could handle the Veil.Corvina nodded her head. She led me to stand in one of the drawn ritual circles. I took in a deep breath nervously, trying to summon every piece of courage in me. "Remember something, Rya," Corvina spoke up, forcing my tightly shut eyes open. "The Veil is a dangerous place. You'll need more than just your wits to overcome
Rya's POVI could have refused Corvina's request. I could have gone headstrong just the way Sera had always emphasized. She always insisted I followed that route, that for once, I let go of diplomacy and embraced brutality and coercion. Well, it was just a part of her—shaped by years she couldn’t unlearn. And sometimes, when I thought of it, she was right. Even a violent mind could have reached the same end—securing the Serpent’s Eye. But to what end? Why make more enemies when alliance was all that was needed to save the world?I stepped into the forest alone. The rest of the crew had camped outside the borders of the Darkwood forest where they all felt safer. I, took the bold step into the darkness, with every step accompanied by a fervently whispered prayer to the gods, pleading for nothing other than strength, tenacity, and the softened heart of a witch.My eyes were fixed on something... significant. I religiously followed the path that was marked by some glowing runes. It was
Rya's POVSera had no choice. She could only accept Frost the way he was and carry on with the mission. I, for one, was certainly never moved by her threatening words. The truth was well too glary to not acknowledge it—the mission was nighly impossible without Frost or Oscar. And if those two weren't present, I wouldn't either. After a long while, Sera left. I could tell from a distance that what she had heard and seen still struck a terror within her, one could clearly see fear's tightening grip on her. But I couldn't blame her. Who was I? She was only but a child, with her only troubles of finding some acceptance in her father's eyes. She couldn't understand the turmoils thta accompanied every blossoming love story, just like mine. I? I had come to undersand the battles I as fighting, and had learned to face my fears like the powerful woman I always called myself. I was seated right beside him, in the middle of the woods, staring blankly into the evening sky. I tried to console
Frost's POV I know I promised her transparency. I know I assured her that I would constantly keep her in the loops about my father's continuous taunting. But... some truths were just too heavy for promising words to carry. I returned to the car, and acted as though all things were perfect. The elderly man had gone on with his journey, and so did we. We travelled a few more miles from where we had halted before we finally called it a day.We gathered together in the woods, ready to camp there for the night. Unlike the first day—when both clans kept to themselves—there wasn't a fuss over sharing a tent, or even taking shifts together. If for anything, it was the opposite. Perhaps the truce was going to last longer than I expected. I set up the tent for Rya. She was exhausted... and still hadn't spoken a word even after we arrived at the woods. She laid inside the tent, while I remained outside, feeding my skin to the cool winds and pondering more about my plight. I had never for o
Frost's POV We set off on a journey to the Darkwood Forest—unyielding, hopeful, optimistic, and confident. The truce between the werewolves and the Lycan clan was slowly becoming a permanent reality, one I never thought could occur in such a short period of time They moved together in perfect synchrony, with ease, as though they understood each other, as though they were one pack. There were no more sharp words between them, or silent challenges and condescending glances. Just a peace that settled among them and made them see value in themselves.We prayed mostly for two things—the timing, and the attainability. The six-week countdown to this Lunar eclipse hung to me like a haunting reminder. Every breath I took in and let out only stirred in me tormenting thoughts, and unpleasant imaginations of what it would feel like to give up my last. And sitting side by side with Rya, it was obvious that she thought the same. There was a thick silence in the car, hanging over us like a dark
Rya'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 leapt as I received the flowers Frost sent me, so much so that anyone around would easily think there was something else to it. Oh no, it meant a whole lot to me, especially because it came from himI took it as a sign that something good was beginning to spring up between us. Could it
Frost's POV "...this will be my final warning. Any disrespect towards him will not be tolerated. I will not speak of it again" Rya's words sank down my spine. What level of authority she exuded! I could over hear the fury in her voice as she spoke. There was this spite buried with her words, like
Rya's POVI spent the first few hours of the next morning alone, staring out from the balcony at the pack wall. The men who judiciously listened to my every instruction and description—both perfectly and imperfectly communicated—were able to decipher what I wanted, and swung into action. The wall
Frost's POV A few days had passed, and the Alpha's residence was completed. Rya had asked me to move in out of the goodness of her heart. And I didn't hesitate. It was the most impressive masterpiece of a building I had ever seen. She had done her best to make the house well furnished—with chande







