The horse galloped through the forest path, hooves thudding hard against the ground, brushing past low-hanging branches and dodging rocks with practiced speed. Rowan held the reins tightly in one hand and kept his other arm securely around Eirlys, who was still trying to make sense of everything that had just happened.She kept looking back, her breath coming fast.“Rowan—what about Ryker?” she asked with a trembling voice.He didn't answer her. His eyes were just fixed on the path ahead. The wind pushed through their hair as the horse raced forward.“Rowan!” She called again, panic rising within her.He gave a small shake of his head. “Just hold on.”The thick trees slowly thinned out. And in the distance, walls began to rise—the high stone walls that protected the Nightfang territory. They were almost home.The two guards stationed at the main gate caught sight of them instantly. One leaned forward to get a clearer look, then stepped back with widened eyes.“That's our Alpha's horse
Eirlys crouched down, her hands pressed tightly against the rough bark. Her heart pounded in her chest as she peeked from behind the trunk. The sounds of clashing bodies, growls and cries filled the air. Dust rose from the ground as the fight grew more intense.Ryker and Orion already charged at each other with full force. They crashed together in the center of the field like two storms colliding. Ryker struck first, slamming Orion to the ground. He climbed on top of him and threw a punch, then another and another. Though Orion tried to block, Ryker's hits were quick and hard.Eirlys gasped quietly, her eyes wide as she clutched the side of the tree tighter, her fingernails digging into the bark. Her breathing was shaky but she tried not to take her eyes off Ryker. Not for a second.Orion twisted his body and rolled, flipping Ryker off him. And for a moment, he had the upper hand. He struck Ryker hard across the face, pushing him back. But Ryker didn't stay down. He growled and surged
Ryker growled again, though it was low but it sounded dangerous, like a sound rising from deep within his chest. And for the first time since he was captured, his eyes didn't carry pain or rage or confusion… they now burned.Not with hatred. Not even rage. But with power.Even Orion's posture fluctuated, just a step—but not enough to seem afraid, but enough for the doubt to show in his expression.Ryker's eyes… they weren't just red. They glowed. And that was rare. A blistering crimson only seen in Alphas after the sacred ritual. But not everyone had it and not everyone experienced it. And this would be the first time Ryker would experience it. He hadn't just been appointed. He had been chosen and now, whatever buried inside him was breaking free.Orion whispered under his breath, shaking his head as if he could deny what he was seeing. “No… no.”He raised his arm. “Stand your ground!”But his men seemed shaken by what they were seeing. Though no one moved. Not immediately. Not even t
The heavy doors of the council hall slammed open with a loud thud, drawing every gaze in the room.But Celeste didn't care. Her heels echoed sharply against the polished floor as she strode inside, her brows draw tight and her eyes filled with storm that only she could explain. The elders were silent, murmur fading as they watched her move. At the head of the room stood her father, Micheal—Head of the Council, always in his composed state.He raised his hand calmly. “Give me a minute,” he said to the others.Without waiting for their response, he stepped down and met Celeste halfway, guiding her out through a side door into the quiet corridor beyond.“What is it?” he held her shoulder on either side.Celeste folded her arms, her nails seemed to be digging into her skin. “Still no word from Ryker. Not a message. Not even any news. It's been too long since they've been gone.”Micheal retracted his hands and studied her face for a beat, then gently placed again, a hand on her shoulder. “
Ryker spat blood into the dirt and forced himself up on one knee. His ribs ached and his chest throbbed but none of it compared to the fury burning in his chest.“Orion!” he shouted, his voice sounding hoarse but loud enough to tear through the silence around them. “How the hell did you become the Tyrant?”Orion nodded his head, his grin looking lazy—almost like he was amused, probably by his question. His fingers brushed against his belt as he walked around him, his boots crunching dry leaves beneath him. He chuckled but there wasn't a trace of humor in it. “Isn't it obvious?” he tilted his head. “You made me.”Ryker stared at him, stunned. “What?”“Yes. You were the golden one,” Orion continued. “The one everyone believed in. Father. The pack. Even the moon seemed to favor you.” His smile vanished. “So I made a choice. If no one was going to give me a name. I'd carved it myself.”Ryker shook his head, his chest rising and falling hard. “That's not true. You twisted this.”“Twisted?
Ryker turned to Eirlys. His brows were drawn together and without a waste of time, he said quietly but yet, firmly. “Stay back.” His tone wasn't harsh but it left no room for argument.“I need to catch up with Rowan and the others,” he added, already glancing in the direction they'd gone.Eirlys shook her head slowly. Her lips parted like she wanted to protest—but she could not find the right words. She stood there, her eyes locked with his. She didn't like it—his decision, wanting her to stay back—not one bit, but she knew better than to push him when he had that look in his eyes. A serious look, one that said his mind was made up and nothing would shift it.Ryker stepped closer, not blinking. “This is not a discussion, Eirlys. We talked about this before leaving the pack and we agreed. What I decide out here, sticks. You don't get to argue with that.”It wasn't cold with the way he said it, but there was another feeling behind the words. Enough to let her know he wasn't trying to