Fated and Forsaken: A Mate's Redemption

The whole pack was silent such that anyone could hear the sound of a fallen pin. Just a few guards on watch were awake. The rest, asleep. Eirlys saw an opportunity and the best time to execute her plans. She tiptoed on the cemented floor of the big hall after which she escaped from her cell. Everyone was snoring and fast asleep from the day’s work, so no one could have noticed her. She made way for the field, the only place all the prisoners felt a little sense of freedom. She peeped through the iron door and noticed the guard, though was fast asleep, sitting at the other end, his head bent and resting against the wall. She took a deep breath, hoping not to draw attention to herself. “You can do it, Eirlys. Yes you can.” She whispered, nodding her head and breathing out with her mouth. She unlocked the door and opened it slowly. She rushed towards the other gate at the end of the fence without looking back. It was way out. She got there faster than she could imagine. She grabbed it

Why now? How come I have to meet him this way? There's no point in saying all of this, right? It does not matter now. “Eirlys.”She was jiggled out of her deep thoughts. She opened her mouth to speak but the words wouldn't come out, like they seemed heavy to be uttered.“I know you were not expecting anyone, not close to me, to come to your rescue but at least, I deserve a thank you for helping you out in such a tight situation.” he tilted his head to one side, a smile curling at one end of his lips.Eirlys nodded, humming, her sound like a singing bird. She chuckled and folded her lips. “Yeah, you're right, I don't need you to save me.” she limped forward, steadying herself with the tree at her side. “I was going to find my way out before you interfered.” “Oh, are you sure about that? You could not even walk well… or are my eyes deceiving me?” He advanced his steps, almost closing the distance between them.Eirlys drifted into silence. There was nothing she could say to defend hers

What is going on? What's this feeling? She straightened up and coughed repeatedly, unable to meet his gaze.“Are you not going to tell me sorry for bumping into me?” He shrugged, his hands wide open.“You could have watched where you're going or maybe you stood there and knew I was going to bump into you. Am I wrong?” she adjusted her hair after which she shook her head so they fell behind her back.What is he looking at? Why is he staring at me like that? Won't he say something? She pondered.She waved her hand close to his eyes. “Are you now a statue or what are you doing?” Ryker raised his hand and dared to touch the mole on her face. Just as immediately, Eirlys shoved his hand while at the same time, her feet shuffled backward.“What do you think you're doing?” “Just admiring the symbol on your face.” “And what about it? You don't talk about my mole… it's none of your business.” She backed away for a moment, then without another word, she turned on her heel and strode off.Mayb

Eirlys walked hurriedly, her steps one with determination to get to her destination. She had halted and stopped a maid she had guessed by her dress. She had asked for Ryker's chamber and had gotten her answer and now she was on her way to his room.She discontinued when she got to his doorstep. She knocked once and the moment she heard a response, she jerked the door open and stepped inside. She stood in the center of the room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her nails digging into her skin as if the pressure amkns could hold her together. The air around her felt heavier, weighted with everything she had left unsaid. But not tonight.“You should have told me,” she said, her voice low but sharp, cutting through the tense silence as Ryker only pressed on with his gaze on her.Ryker leaned against the doorframe, his broad shoulders casting a shadow across the room. He didn't answer her immediately. All he did was to stare. His expression was unreadable. There was nothing on his

The moon hung high over the Nightfang Pack’s territory, its silver light spilling over the dense forest. A crisp wind carried the scent of pine and earth but beneath it lurked something else—an intruder.Ryker stood at the edges of the patrol line, his senses were sharper despite the late hour. Sleep had eluded him for days now since Eirlys return. His mind had been tangled in thoughts he refused to entertain. No matter how much he buried them beneath duty, Eirlys still lingered there, stubborn and unyielding. Her defiance. Her pain. Her resilience. And the way she stood tall despite the weight pressing her down. He hated how much he noticed. He hated how much he cared.A sound snapped him back to the present—a low growl. It was faint but distinct. His body tensed and his instincts flared to life as he scanned the shadows. Something was wrong.Then he saw it.A blur in the darkness. It was swift, moving with a predator's grace. Ryker didn't wait. He lunged forward, his muscles coilin