Clara's POV
I pressed my back against the mansion's wall, holding my breath as the guards passed by. If they caught me, it would be a disaster. I needed to leave—needed to get far away from here. I needed to be free from that Alpha by all means and this was the only way I could protect the child growing inside of me.It had been a week since the Alpha's punishment, and I had spent the time carefully planning my escape. The Alpha hadn’t bothered me since then, and I was grateful for that at least.I watched from my hiding spot as the guards passed and the night grew darker, I began to creep through the small bushes in the area, careful not to make a sound. My goal was the secret escape route I had found—a small opening that no one else knew about except for me and a few other maids that were my friends. Security around the mansion had tightened since my last escape attempt, but this time, I was determined not to let anything stop me.I hid in the bushes, waiting for the main light to turn off so the area would be darker. After a few seconds, the light went out, and I moved cautiously through the shadows. I was almost at my secret escape opening when a voice stopped me cold. "Where do you think you are going?"I froze, cold sweat dripping down my forehead. Slowly, I turned to face her, and to my horror, it was Veronica. What was she doing in this part of the mansion? Hardly anyone ever came here, so if she was, she must have known about my escape plan. Why is she always spying on me and why does she want to ruin my life further?Veronica walked towards me, a smile on her face as if she were already relishing the thought of my coming punishment. I just know she is going to report me to the alpha and this night is not going to end well. "It seems that almost freezing to death wasn't enough for you, was it? Why are you trying to escape again after what you went through last time?"If I didn’t know better, I might have thought she was concerned for me, but that wasn’t the case. Her eyes gleamed with excitement at the thought of me suffering another punishment. Desperate to find the right words, I began to speak, my voice trembling with panic as I glanced around to make sure no guards were coming. "Veronica, please, just let me go. Pretend you didn't see me tonight. Please, let me go.”"Why?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips as she crossed her arms. "What exactly are you trying to escape from? You are the Alpha's favorite, aren’t you? The only woman who gets to sleep in his bed, in his room. The only one he lets kiss him, the only one he actually thinks about, even when his other mistresses are bouncing on his cock. So what is it you are so afraid of? Many would die to be in your shoes. You are very ungrateful you know and I think you deserve every punishment he gives to you""You don't get to talk unless you have actually been in my shoes, Veronica," I snapped. "You wouldn't know what pain and suffering feel like unless you have experienced it yourself. I am trying to escape, which means you can finally be in my shoes and let us see just how much you like it." The fact that I am his favorite only makes things worse for me. The fact that he wants me more than the rest makes it worse. "Look, Veronica," I said, trying to keep my emotions in check, "if you let me go, you can have him all to yourself. You won’t have to worry about me anymore.”"Is this why you are trying to escape?" Veronica suddenly asked, showing me my pregnancy test. My heart skipped a beat. How exactly did she find that? This is bad. She smiled to herself before adding, "Imagine what he would do to that thing growing inside you when he finds out. Isn't that something to look forward to? I mean, I want to have Alpha Lucas all to myself, but the thought of seeing you suffer might just outweigh my desire for him. Besides, the punishment will never stop. Sooner or later, you will die from it, and then he will be all mine."Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized what Veronica was planning. She smiled wickedly, about to call for the guards, but I acted on instinct. I lunged at her, tackling her to the ground and clamping my hand over her mouth to muffle her screams.She struggled against me, but adrenaline rushed through my veins, giving me strength. I had never felt so alive in my entire life. It was like I was fighting for something worth more than riches itself. I glanced around frantically and spotted a large stone. Without hesitation, I grabbed it and struck her on the head. Veronica fell unconscious immediately, her body going limp under me.I threw the stone away, my mind racing with the gravity of what I had done. There was no turning back now; if I got caught, it was over. I squeezed through my little escape hole, bursting out into freedom—or so I thought. I was still within Alpha Lucas's territory.I started running in the thick woods as fast as I could, my heart pounding in my chest. I prayed that no one had discovered Veronica's unconscious or desd body yet, I wasn't sure if she was alive or not.The distant howls of wolves sent a shiver down my spine. They knew I had escaped and now they are after me. The fastest wolves in the pack would be on my trail soon. I had to keep moving. Panic rushed through me, almost too much to handle. I wanted to hide, but that wasn't an option.I would definitely get caught.(Ryker’s POV)That’s when the darkness moved.A shape coalesced from the shadows, taller than any man, its body a shifting mass of black veins and ancient hunger. Two molten eyes opened in the dark.Clara gasped. “Ryker—”I stepped in front of her, Shadowborne singing in my hand. “Get behind me,” I said, my voice low, my heart hammering.The creature spoke, its voice like knives dragged across stone. “The Order is dead. Their light has failed. You cannot win.”“Maybe,” I snarled. “But I’m not the Order.”It lunged.The air exploded with darkness and fury. Shadowborne met the creature’s claws in a shower of sparks, runes screaming with heat. The force of the impact sent me skidding back, boots scraping stone.Clara’s flame burst bright, a searing wave that forced the creature to recoil—but it wasn’t enough. Its claws raked the ground, gouging deep scars into the ancient stone.I charged, sword a blur. Every strike sang with defiance, each rune igniting as I channeled every memory of the fallen—
(Ryker’s POV)Visions flickered in the corners of my mind: warriors in the dark, a broken sun, a tide of shadow rising to drown the world.And then—Clara’s face. Her flame, a single spark in the darkness, fighting to hold back the night.I clenched my jaw, forcing the visions away.“No darkness takes me,” I growled. “Not while I have breath.”The sword hummed in response, its runes glowing faintly. I could feel it now—this was a weapon forged in the old wars, made to fight what could not be killed by steel alone.If the Old Ones were stirring, then this was what we needed.I slid the blade into the scabbard on my back and turned, the firelight glinting off the silver etchings.“Hold on, Clara,” I whispered again. “I’m coming.”The wind outside had risen to a keening howl, carrying with it the promise of blood and darkness. But I didn’t falter.Because now—now we had a fighting chance.And no darkness would take this world while I still had strength to stand.The wind outside had turned vicious,
Ryker’s POVThe wind hit us like a warning the moment we stepped through the shattered gates of Balarin’s Keep. Cold and sharp, carrying with it the smell of old blood and broken promises.Inside, the courtyard sprawled like the husk of a dead god—stones cracked and blackened, walls leaning like weary sentinels. I could almost hear the screams of the past in the wind’s keening, a memory that refused to fade.Seris paused just inside the gates, her eyes closed as if listening to voices only she could hear. Clara stood beside her, the faint glow of her flame steady but subdued. I felt the heat of it even from here—a reminder that no matter how dark this place was, she would always bring light.“We should split up,” Seris said after a moment. “Time is short, and this place is vast. The wards here are old, and they won’t hold forever.”Clara’s brows furrowed. “Are you sure splitting up is wise? We don’t know what’s waiting for us in these ruins.”Seris opened her eyes, silver flashing like the
Ryker’s POVThe sun rose over the camp like a bruised promise—pale and uncertain. I’d never trusted the dawn much; too many times, I’d seen it herald a new day of bloodshed rather than hope. But today, something felt different.Clara stood at the heart of the camp, her hair catching the light like fire. Around her, warriors gathered in a rough circle, some with blades at their hips, others with worn hands and eyes that had seen too much. They were tired—gods, we all were—but there was a kind of determination in their faces that made my chest ache.I took my place at her side, my hand never straying far from my sword.“Today,” Clara began, her voice steady and strong, “we begin preparing for the darkness that’s coming. We will train, we will learn, and we will build the alliances Seris spoke of.”Seris stood at the edge of the circle, her silver eyes watchful. She hadn’t said much since last night, but the weight of her knowledge pressed on all of us like a shadow.I scanned the faces in th
Ryker’s POV The moon had sunk low by the time I stepped away from the fires. My boots crunched over damp earth as I moved through the quiet camp, the night air sharp with the scent of iron and ash.Everywhere I looked, I saw them—survivors, warriors, children who had never known anything but chains. They were sleeping now, curled under blankets or lying close to the dying embers. But even in sleep, they carried the same tension in their bodies—a readiness to run or to fight.I understood that feeling all too well.My hand rested on the hilt of my blade, worn smooth by years of war. The metal was cool beneath my palm, familiar. It had been my shield, my answer to every threat the Cradle had thrown at us. But now, with the Old Ones stirring, I wondered if even steel would be enough.I found Clara at the edge of the camp, a lone figure silhouetted against the darkness. The moonlight caught in her hair, turning it to a river of molten gold. Even here, in the stillness, there was a power in h
Clara's Pov Seris emerged from the darkness like a secret given shape. Her silver eyes glowed with a knowledge that felt too old for any one soul to bear. She moved with the quiet confidence of someone who had seen empires rise and fall, and her presence both soothed and unnerved me. She stood at the edge of the circle of warriors and survivors Ryker and I had begun to gather. The people were wary—trusting me, yes, but untested by the new threats we now faced. They shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, as if her very existence challenged their understanding of the world we’d fought so hard to save. “We need to prepare,” I said, my voice carrying across the clearing. The ward I had woven still shimmered faintly, a fragile promise of safety. “Seris says the Old Ones are stirring, and if that’s true, this world will need more than a Queen and a Shadow to survive.”Seris nodded, her dark hair falling like a curtain around her face. “You will need knowledge—of the old magics and the deepe