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Katherine’s POVThrough the narrow gap beneath the door, I watched Augustus’s shadow pacing restlessly back and forth down the stone corridor.He had just received the report from his guards. I hadn't touched a single bite of my dinner last night, and my morning breakfast sat completely untouched on the freezing floor.The iron latch suddenly snapped back with a loud bang. Augustus stormed into the dim cell, carrying a wooden plate of hot roasted meat and bread."Eat," he ordered, his deep voice rumbling through the small cell. He slammed the plate down on the wooden stool so hard the wood groaned. "You need to eat your food!"He let out a harsh breath, running a large, calloused hand through his dark hair. He looked like a man who had completely run out of patience."If you don't eat, you are going to get sick," he growled, stepping closer until his tall, imposing frame towered over my small cot. "You need to get it through your head, Katherine. Your wolf is sleeping. Your magic is
Alexander’s POVAlpha Simon had a massive tray of roasted meat sent directly to my quarters. I didn't taste a single bite of it. I tore through the flesh and swallowed it purely for the violent calories my beast demanded to keep moving. The moment the plate was empty, I abandoned the stifling warmth of the bedroom and stalked back out into the freezing night.My men were inside, tearing into fresh food and taking Simon's willing women to their beds, desperately needing to recharge their wolves after seven days of brutal riding. I didn't fault them for it. A starved army is a weak army.But I couldn't rest. I sat alone on the cold stone steps, staring out at the pitch-black horizon, aggressively counting the hours until first light.In the courtyard below, terrified stablehands scrambled to haul heavy buckets of grain, while Simon’s healers pressed their glowing hands against the trembling flanks of my warhorses, forcing the exhaustion out of the beasts' muscles.I closed my eyes, le
Alexander’s POVThe stench of blood was still thick on my claws as I spurred my massive black warhorse faster, driving the beast to its physical limit.I abandoned the southern border without a single backward glance, leaving the mud choked with the slaughtered bodies of the traitors who had dared to delay me.Nikolai had managed to crawl away into the trees like the pathetic coward he was, clutching his throat where I had buried a jagged silver knife straight into his neck. Well, let him run. Let's see if he can survive.The pure silver was already seeping into his bloodstream, rotting him from the inside out. Unless he miraculously stumbled across a high-tier witch healer, he would spend the next twenty-four hours choking on his own toxic blood, dying in excruciating, strangling pain.A dark part of my beast had wanted to chase him down. I could have dragged him out of the brush, ripped his head from his shoulders, and finished it properly.But I didn't have a single second to wast
Katherine’s POV“I am not Darius,” Augustus said. “I have no desire to throw my people into a meat grinder just to feed an ego. I don't want your Alpha slaughtering my men, and I take no pleasure in spilling his.”He reached up and pulled back the collar of his heavy leather armor. Beneath the steel plates, his skin was a brutal map of old scars—deep claw marks, sword slashes, and faint silver burns crisscrossing his shoulders and chest.“I am tired of fighting,” he whispered, staring down at me with dark, hollow eyes. “I’ve been fighting every single day of my life.”I stared at the thick, faded silver lines carved into his skin, the battle rage in my chest momentarily faltering.For the first time, I didn't just see a rogue Beta—I saw a soldier who had been dragged through hell. A cold, reluctant pang of understanding settled in my chest. Maybe he wasn't lying. War took everything from a person. Endlessly tearing flesh and spilling blood wears away at your very soul, especially whe
Katherine’s POVI raised my burning hand, the roaring flames licking the ceiling of the cavern. The front line of feral rogues charged the entrance, and I braced myself, fully prepared to incinerate every single one of them.But before I could unleash the fire, the solid stone beneath our feet suddenly gave way.Sofia and I both screamed, plunging into the deep. We fell through a massive hole in the earth, hitting the lower cavern floor, and our bones cracked.My vision exploded with white stars. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, and the fire in my palm instantly sputtered and died in the damp dirt.I groaned, my head spinning wildly as I tried to push myself up on trembling arms. Heavy boots instantly surrounded us, and torches flared to life.Standing directly over me was the Beta. He brushed the rock dust from his heavy armor, a dark, triumphant smirk on his face. He hadn't chased us into the cave entrance—he had tracked us from the upper tunnels and used his sheer, ung
Katherine’s POVI always thought the hardest target on a battlefield was the king.But as I stood over Darius's shattered body, watching the shock slowly melt away from his soldiers' faces, I realized the bitter truth. Kings are actually incredibly easy to kill. It is their people who are the nightmare.Men like Darius—arrogant, cruel, claiming a crown out of ego—never truly fight their own wars. They hide behind the impenetrable wall of their own armies. They use the loyalty, the hunger, and the blind rage of their followers as a shield, just so they can sit on a stolen throne and take whatever they want.So many leaders in this world are exactly like him. They project a terrifying illusion of power, but the moment you strip away their guards, you discover the pathetic reality. The loudest kings are almost always the weakest men in the kingdom.A low, collective growl began to vibrate through the freezing mud.All around me, the paralysis finally broke. One by one, hundreds of rog







