Caspian’s POV.
Our retreat was hasty, as we had lost most of our fighters with them. “I can’t believe this,” I muttered as we trekked to the pack. “Do we go back and ambush them?” Someone asked, almost like he was mirroring the thought of the rest of the men present as they murmured their assent. I turned to him with glowing eyes. “We barely survived their attack and you want us to go there? To do what? Die when we could call for reinforcements.” He lowered his head as all of them stopped behind me. “Going back to the alpha is the same thing.” I sighed as I realized his words were true. Alpha Hector never took defeat lightly, and punished those who failed accordingly. “We will take whatever punishment he gives to us.” They murmured at my answers but none of them disobeyed, following behind me until we got to the castle. I walked into the throne room. My knees, knocking together as I stood in front of him — alpha Hector. “What are the reports from your journey?” He asked from his throne. I swallowed hard, finding the words hard to leave my lips. “There were some complications along the way.” I lowered my head as I realized he was looking straight at me. “Complications?” “Yes, alpha. I lost some men to an ambush, and a chance to replenish my force as those men joined the enemy’s forces,” I said, swallowing hard when I raised my head, watching as his hand gripped the armrest of his throne. “Hold him down,” Alpha Hector ordered. Men grabbed me, holding me to my knees as the alpha stood from his seat. “I can set right my actions,” I said, joining he would change his mind towards what he was about to do to me. “Even if you set it right. My reputation is down the drain for losing to people who do not know firsthand what war is,” he said as he walked towards me. “For this. You will have to pay for it.” I swallowed hard as my knees wobbled, seeing the alpha strut towards me. He stopped next to me, holding something that looked like a silver rod. “I saw a lot of potential in you when I made you a part of my inner circle, but it seems you have some lapses in your judgment,” he said as he paced behind me. Cold sweat broke from my body as I expected the damage. “Give me another chance, alpha. I promise I will make it right,” I said. “No, boy. First, I make it right with you before I set my eyes on those who have no fear of me.” His words ended with the weight of something striking my back, sending pain through my body. My screams echoed in the hall as the sound of metal striking flesh followed it. I didn’t know when I passed out from his beating, carried away from his presence, and thrown into my room. “They will pay for this,” I said before I fell into a dark sleep. Days passed before I heard anything from the alpha until a knock sounded at my door. “Caspian,” the voice called out. I rushed to the door, hoping it was from the alpha and another chance to right my wrongs. “The alpha wants you in his chambers,” the messenger said as I stood outside my door. “Chambers?” I asked the messenger to confirm if he wasn’t passing a wrong message. I wanted a call from the alpha, but the location wasn’t something I expected. “Are you sure he meant his chambers?” He stared at me with disgust. “Maybe another round of beating would set your head in the right direction.” I swallowed hard as I rushed inside, grabbing a shirt to cover my open body. The pain still echoed through my body as slivers of silver stuck to my skin with my body desperately trying to push them out. The guards opened the door as soon as they saw me walking towards them, giving me no chance to arrange my thoughts. I trembled as I walked inside, falling to my feet as I noticed he sat at the edge of the fireplace where the light from the fire never reached him. “You called for me, alpha.” “You say you wanted to right your wrongs. Your very life hinges on the premises of your word.” Cold sweat broke on my forehead as I realized what it meant. It was the only opportunity I had to prove myself to him before he chose to end my life if I failed him. “You say you know where their camp is?” He asked. “Yes, my lord,” I answered, trembling because it was the first time I got to be in the alpha’s chambers. He grunted with the chair squeaking. His footsteps drew closer to me. I quaked in my boots as I watched him draw closer to me. “You will take me to their camp and we will right your wrongs.” I raised my head to look at him. “There is no need for my lord to bother about a group no bigger than two hundred people.” “No bigger than two hundred people, yet they made a mockery of me and some of my best fighters!” I dropped my head to the ground, afraid that I might put myself into trouble if I said anything more. “I think it is time I let them know that I still exist. Let them know that I have been here all along,” he said as he grabbed my head, pulling me to stand and face him. My blood crawled as I could smell the blood-lust emanating from his body. “Would you want me to prepare the men for battle?” I asked, inhaling deeply to stop my knees from knocking together. “Decimation or I toy with them for a bit?” He asked as he turned away from me. “I have let you boys handle all the dirty work for a while, and look at what you all brought to me. Shame and defeat from unimportant groups.” “I’m sorry, my lord,” I said, whimpering as I lowered my head to the ground. He chuckled as he walked closer to me once more. “This isn’t the time for apologies, boy. It is time we let them know who is in charge.” I nodded my head as all my body trembled. “Yes, alpha.” I was afraid of him, but he would wipe out that group. I was willing to be anything he wished me to be. “You say there are no more than two hundred men? I guess I will have to even the playing field for them,” he replied. “There’s nothing nicer to see than your enemies grasping at the straw you placed for them to clutch at.” “Nothing, alpha,” I said, repeating his word for fear lurking deep from inside my heart. “It’s been a while since I had a little blood on my hands,” he said as he stood next to me with a grin on his face.Damien’s POVThe morning sun broke through the canopy, scattering golden light across the clearing. It was as if the forest itself had exhaled after so many months of tension. I stood at the edge of the camp, watching as the pack moved about, their steps lighter than they had been in weeks. Conversations were punctuated with laughter, and there was a spark of life in their eyes. For the first time in what felt like forever, hope wasn’t just a distant dream—it was here, tangible and alive.But even as I took in the scene, my instincts remained sharp. The Shadow Council was gone, but their remnants—the shadow wolves—still posed a threat. Callan’s warning from the Northern Ridge had lingered in my mind since the day he arrived. The shadow wolves were regrouping, recruiting smaller, defenseless packs.We’d formed an alliance with the Northern Ridge pack and two others since then. Together, we had created a network of patrols, shared resources, and fortified borders. It wasn’t perfect, but
Elsa’s POVThe forest was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves in the cool night breeze. The campfire in the center of the clearing had dimmed to glowing embers, casting soft shadows on the ground. Most of the pack had retired for the night, their exhaustion from the day’s events finally catching up with them.But I couldn’t sleep.The weight of everything sat heavy on my chest—the lives lost, the responsibilities waiting for me, and the knowledge that the shadow wolves weren’t truly gone. Tonight, I felt like the battle had only shifted, morphing into something more insidious.I stood at the edge of the camp, staring out into the dark expanse of trees. The silence should have been comforting, but it only amplified the noise in my head.“Elsa.”I turned at the sound of Damien’s voice. He approached me quietly, his golden eyes glowing softly in the dim light. He looked as tired as I felt, but his presence carried a steadiness that I desperately needed.“You should be resting,” he sai
Damien’s POVThe aftermath of the battle hung heavy in the air, even as the light of dawn painted the forest in shades of gold and amber. Wolves moved through the clearing, tending to the wounded and collecting the bodies of the fallen. There was no celebration, only quiet resolve and somber reflection.Elsa stood near the falls, her silver hair catching the soft light of morning. She was staring out at the water, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. From where I stood, I could see the weight pressing down on her shoulders, the burden of every decision she had made in the last few weeks.I wanted to go to her, to tell her she didn’t have to bear it all alone, but I hesitated. Elsa had always been strong—resilient in a way that inspired everyone around her. But now, her strength seemed to be tearing at her, leaving her raw and vulnerable.Lyra appeared at my side, her quiet presence grounding me. She looked as exhausted as the rest of us, her dark hair falling loose over her should
Elsa's POV Echoes of the Scout's ominous words in my mind suddenly a warning that makes my blood run incredibly cold. Dark silhouettes of wolves emerge from murky twilight shadows. Even after the fall of Shadow Council dark remnants lingered silently beneath the surface waiting for the perfect moment to launch a surprise attack. Damien stood tall beside me, his golden eyes sharp and intensely focused underneath dim lighting. Darkness surrounded us and murky silhouettes murmured softly beneath faint moonlight that filtered through icy night air. I drew a deep breath inward slowly forcing myself to remain calm. They require my leadership skills now rather than see me utterly fail.“How far are they?” Damien asked the scout, his tone clipped.Damien asked the scout how far they were, his voice low and curt suddenly.“A mile or two… maybe less. Scout staggered forward slowly, exhaustion making his legs wobble badly under him.“We need to act quickly. A mile roughly or maybe a bit less than
Damien's povThe moon hangs high above trees beneath a silver glow that spreads over camp. Whispering Falls murmured softly beyond a nearby hill, its gentle hum soothing my frazzled mind completely. Tonight peace felt eerily distant somehow. I stood near the edge of a clearing watching wolves from various packs work together in a surprisingly harmonious fashion. It was a sight I never thought I'd see yet here it was somehow holding strong under circumstances. Elsa sat by fire, her head resting deeply in her hands surrounded by faint shadows. She looked utterly spent beneath the weight of all we worked tirelessly toward which pressed heavily on her narrow shoulders. Tension abruptly seized my chest upon catching sight of her faintly smiling face. She lugged an absurd amount more than anyone should bear. I moved silently across open space, my footsteps deliberately slow. As I reached her suddenly her pale blue eyes reflected flickering flames in dim light.“You’re supposed to be resting,
Elsa’s POVThe forest was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle wind. The calm was deceptive, though—it felt as if the world was holding its breath, waiting for the next challenge to unfold. I stood by the edge of the Whispering Falls, my fingers trailing through the cold water. Familiarity stared back at me from a face that looked somewhat different now somehow. My face had sharp cheekbones, a stubborn jaw and eyes that gave away pretty much everything but weight in my gaze felt different now. The battles, the loss, the responsibilities, they had all left their mark.“Elsa.”I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. I didn't need to turn around abruptly in a swift motion knowing full well it was Elsa standing behind me. Damien's voice remained steadily present, somehow grounding me deeply in unexpected ways.“You’ve been quiet today,” he said softly, his golden eyes studying me.He walked up beside me, his footsteps silent on the damp grass. He spoke softly, his
Elsa's POVThe morning air felt crisp beneath Elsa's face, it made her inhale deeply just feel alive. Most wolves remained still deeply exhausted from a long night's intense running beneath a dark moon. Tension in the air had lessened somewhat but a long way remained before peace settled eerily over everyone slowly. I stood at the edge of the clearing watching sunlight spill slowly through trees in the morning's warm golden light. Vivid moments reminded me why we fought passionately under incredibly difficult circumstances. Beauty of the forest and the promise of a new day was utterly worth fighting for with every ounce of strength.“Couldn’t sleep?” Damien’s voice came from behind me, low and steady.Damien's voice emerged from somewhere behind low and eerily steady as he murmured couldn't sleep. I turned seeing him walk toward me, his golden eyes warm beneath exhaustion etched deeply into his rugged features slowly. He looked pretty rough somehow but that wasn't surprising.“I needed
Damien's povDarkness swirled around me like murky fog as I navigated camp with senses heightened extremely. War finally ended but the forest still reeled deeply beneath dark eerie shadows. Scars on land and wounds on wolves were exacerbated by a fragile thread of trust holding packs together somewhat precariously now. Every step felt like balancing precariously on a knife's edge and I couldn't shake the feeling that one wrong move would send us all tumbling back into utter chaos suddenly. I found Elsa near the edge of her silhouette, outlined by the glow of the rising sun overhead slowly. She stood with arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the horizon as if searching fairly intently for answers somehow out there. Wind whimsically danced around her head tugging at stray locks but she remained frozen somehow unable to brush them aside slowly.“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked, stepping closer.Couldn't sleep. I stepped really close and asked softly,“Too much on my mind.”I nodded, coming to stand be
Elsa's POVElsa's perspective reveals battle aftermath settles deep within her chest as heaviness makes breathing incredibly difficult somehow. I stood at the edge of Whispering Falls where rushing water seemed ridiculously loud, drowning out faint murmurs of wolves downstream. Cool spray touched my face grounding me briefly beneath a clear blue sky. War had finally come crashing down. Remnants of Shadow Council fled or fallen and forest belonged solely back our way now. Victory felt somewhat hollow somehow. Numerous lives were lost under exceedingly dire circumstances. Numerous faces would slip forever from my sight suddenly.“Elsa.”I turned to see Damien approaching. Damien emerged from darkness behind me. He moved silently with a fluidity that hid his evident fatigue.“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant.“Tired,” I admitted. “And… lost.”He stepped closer, his hand brushing against mine before he took it fully. His golden eyes locked onto mine and we stoo