เข้าสู่ระบบRAGNAR’S POVI stood in the quiet corridor, staring at Marcus Ashen without offering an immediate answer. The silence between us stretched long and uncomfortable, heavy with unspoken tension.Thalia’s mother, Elara Ashen, stepped closer to us, her long silk skirt rustling against the stone floor. She looked between her husband and me, her brows pulling together in confusion.“Marcus? What is going on here?” Elara asked softly, placing a hand on her husband's arm.I took a slow breath, forcing my voice to remain steady and clear. “Thalia is my mate.”Her parents instantly exchanged shocked glances. Elara’s lips parted slightly, while Marcus stood rigid, his sharp eyes searching my face for any sign of a lie.“I am Ragnar Norales,” I continued, crossing my arms over my chest. “Future Alpha of the Redthorn pack.”Elara’s eyes widened in complete disbelief. “The Redthorn pack? Are you truly saying you are our daughter’s mate?”“I am,” I replied, giving a single, firm nod.I noticed Elara’
RAGNAR’S POVTwo long, excruciating weeks had passed since that horrific night in the subterranean ruins.Caleb was finally awake. He had fallen into a deep, terrifying coma immediately after we dragged him out of the subterranean chamber. According to Miss Lyra, it was the severe, violent backfire from the forbidden ritual he had dared to study and practice earlier, a dangerous spell that nearly shattered his soul when Thalia’s corrupted bond struck out to drain his remaining energy.The moment Caleb opened his bloodshot eyes in the quiet medical wing, he didn't ask about his own bandaged wounds. He didn't ask about his pack or the status of the academy borders.“Thalia...” Caleb rasped, his voice raw and gravelly as his eyes searched the room frantically. “Where is she, Ragnar? What happened to her? Is she... is she okay?”I sat on the wooden chair beside his bed, leaning my elbows on my knees, my hands clasped tightly as I broke down everything that had transpired over the last fo
CALEB’S POVI stumbled backward, my legs trembling as I forced myself to put distance between the altar and me. The moment I cleared the space, the senior academy board members stepped into a tight circle.“Unleash it now!” Miss Lyra commanded, her voice cutting through the heavy air.Together, they unleashed an ancient restraint formation, casting a heavy net of blinding white light and thick iron links directly over Thalia. The spell-bound metal hit her broad back with a harsh metallic screech, the glowing sigils burning bright as they tried to force her down onto the stone floor.Despite being bound, Thalia was far too powerful in her corrupted Lycan state. She thrashed against the glowing metal, the dark mist surrounding her body flaring with violent energy. She let out a deep rumble that shook the ground beneath our boots, dust raining down from the cavern ceiling.Suddenly, I felt a sharp, violent tug deep inside my chest.“Agh!” Ragnar gasped nearby, dropping straight onto his
CALEB’S POVThe chaotic clash of steel and dying screams finally faded into a heavy, suffocating silence.The chamber was completely wrecked. Bodies of the Silverveil warriors and Ryker’s men lay scattered across the blood-soaked stone, leaving only two figures standing in the center of the carnage. Ryker and the massive, dark-furred beast that used to be Thalia.I stood near the far wall, my chest heaving as blood trickled down my side from my reopened wounds. Beside me, Ragnar leaned heavily against a broken stone pillar, his breathing ragged and uneven. We stayed close, watching every movement, ready to throw ourselves into the fray if she needed us.“Caleb, we have to pull her back,” Ragnar’s voice echoed weakly through our mindlink. “Her aura is getting darker.”“I know,” I replied in my head, keeping my eyes fixed on her towering form. “Right now, she just needs to survive this. We can figure out the corruption later. As long as she lives, we can find a way to save her.”That wa
RAGNAR’S POVThalia had gone completely berserk.I sat frozen on the damp stone floor, my heart hammering against my ribs as I watched my mate transform into a nightmare. She was killing mindlessly, her heavy Lycan body moving like a shadow, tearing through Ryker’s men before they could even draw their weapons. Severed armor and dark blood showered across the altar, turning the entire underground chamber into a butcher shop.I could only stare in sheer horror at the carnage, completely paralyzed by the sheer violence of her transformation.“Ragnar,” a harsh whisper cut through the sound of slaughter.I snapped my head sideways. Caleb was leaning against the stone pillar beside me, his face pale and covered in sweat. He gestured weakly toward the heavy iron shackles binding our wrists to the wall.“We need to help each other out,” Caleb rasped, his eyes burning with desperate determination. “We can't just sit here while she loses her mind.”“My wolfsbane hasn't worn off,” I grunted, t
THALIA’S POV“Eight.”Ryker’s voice was ice-cold, echoing off the damp stone walls like a funeral bell. I didn’t know what to do. I tried desperately to stop my body from healing so I would save Ragnar and Caleb but I couldn’t do it. Every effort felt wasted.Above Ragnar’s exposed neck, Loam tightened his grip on the executioner's axe, lifting the heavy steel blade even higher into the dim torchlight. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I just stared at Ragnar, my mind racing through every single memory we had shared together. I remembered how terrified I had been of him at first, how hard I had tried to run and avoid him, and how he had constantly pursued me regardless, refusing to let me handle my burdens alone when he found out that I was not Lucien. He had helped me long before he found out that I was his mate. Even when I pushed him away or when I hated him unjustly, he was still there. Still waiting for me. Still protecting me and I couldn’t ev
THALIAThe one on the left was easily six foot two. He looked fit, and lean—an athletic warrior’s build. He had platinum blonde hair, and a book in his hands, and… he looked like he wore his heart on his sleeve. Beautiful was the word to describe this porcelain skinned man. He reeked of Alpha, and
THALIA [ONE WEEK LATER] The leather trunk sat by the door, packed with everything 'Lucian Ashen' would need for his first semester at The Howling Spire. Formal uniforms, training clothes, books on wolf history, combat theory, and some hidden necessities of my own. I stood in front of the mirror
THALIA Lucian lay sprawled at my feet with wide lifeless eyes. The party was in full swing and I was outside. But this already happened. I had already lived this moment, I chased the assassin, I fell…My fingers instinctively went to my head, there was no injury and no single drop of blood. “Ok
RAGNAR "We have arrived."The door swung open, and I heard the chauffeur's sharp intake of breath following his horrified gaze. I looked down at my unbuckled belt, my trousers pooled around my ankles in a bunched mess.Yeah. That probably looked bad.Before I could say anything, not that I owed an







