로그인MorganaI transformed into my wolf form at the third howl of the sentry wolf, my exchange with Ragnar replaying in my head as I bounded into the woods, heading west into the Lancaster realm. I had never had to venture this far, but desperate times called for desperate measures.I didn’t need an oracle or a worshiper from the sanctuary to tell me that my chances of sitting on the alpha throne were slipping through my fingers, and if I was unlucky, there might not even be an alpha throne to inherit. Especially with Ayla’s recent manifestation.Her words and the display of her prowess had shaken me more than I’d ever admit, and I needed to act quickly. The time for dilly-dallying about my true intentions was long gone.If I wanted the throne, I’d have to be upfront about it, but first, I needed to have allies.Maintaining Cain’s support was extremely important to achieving this goal. I might be limited by the decisions of the council, but he wasn’t. Once I told him about her presence in
RAGNARI walked out of the throne room feeling a wave of mixed emotions. Ayla wasn’t there when I arrived, but I could tell from the concentration of her scent in the room that she had been there for a while.I shuddered at the thought of Morgana and the others torturing her and the children to get information, given that they knew she wasn’t a werewolf, and consoled myself with the fact that Ayla had grown enough over the years to be able to defend herself.If she wasn’t alive or had been easily subdued, they wouldn’t be holding a council meeting about her, and Morgana wouldn’t have left the kingdom looking so rattled. I just had to find out where they were keeping them.Once I located them, getting out would be a lot easier. The Nightclaw pack were skilled fighters, but I knew they were no match for the combined power of Ayla and her kids. The children weren’t skilled fighters, but I had seen enough of what they were capable of to know that they’d be hard to capture a second time.I
Dave“We’ve had quite an eventful trial session, my king. We didn’t know you were coming,” Giovanni replied and took two steps forward.He halted as my expression morphed into a frown. “You don’t say,” I remarked and glanced at my throne again.Morgana’s throne stood upright and in perfect condition, like whoever had struck mine knew better than to touch hers, and I couldn’t decide whether to be insulted or intrigued.“My king, we were about to send a messenger to the camps at the northern borders once this meeting was over. We didn’t know you were on your way here,” Fredrick said, standing up to join Giovanni.“I came to the kingdom in disguise because I had a mission to achieve, and I did it. The goddess showed me that my problems were far beyond what lay within the northern borders. I’ve seen things words can never fully describe, and the goddess has…”“The only thing the goddess has done is show her disapproval by aiming a bolt of lightning straight for your heart,” Ragnar cut in,
AylaThe sound of Morgana’s footsteps echoed faintly in the dungeon as she walked away, and I slowly sat down, leaning against the cold, bare walls of the dungeon and replaying the exchange in the throne room in my mind.When I left Eris and Anna, I didn’t anticipate becoming a prisoner of my own volition, but the tides had changed quicker than I could keep up with. The only viable option was to go with the flow and let whatever had propelled me to say those things before the council finished the job.I felt relief wash over me when Morgana’s pale face flashed in my mind. It was a memory I was going to cherish forever, regardless of the outcome of the meeting the council members were having.I had been able to sabotage what was clearly a plan to punish me for the sins of her husband and turn an unfair trial into something where everyone was on edge about their next steps.In hindsight, I should’ve insisted on staying through the meeting and listening to every bit of dialogue passed be
Cain“Who are you?!” I yelled as a figure materialized in front of me.I picked up the half-empty cup on my bedside table and flung it at the masked figure as the sound of water rushing slowly faded into the distance. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a woman’s voice projected from the character.The voice echoed as she spoke, which irritated my mind, and I tried to throw the bedside torch at her, but she moved out of the way without touching it, and I froze.“Who are you?” I repeated as she sat down at the edge of my bed.“Someone willing to help you get what you want,” came the reply.This time, the voice was clear, but it left a chill forming at the base of my spine. “What do you know about what I want?”I sat up in bed and pulled the sheets closer, watching intently as she folded her arms, her face permanently darkened by the veil draped over her head. “I know you want the Lycan princess, and I can give her to you. Even better, I can deliver Morris Wayne into your hands for a li
ErisOnce I was past the doors, I stood to see if he’d really drink it. He seemed lost in thought, and I revelled in the fact that I couldn’t understand the kind of grief he felt. I wondered what it’d be like for him if he discovered he hadn’t just lost his daughter; he had lost his wife as well.I didn’t want to be a recipient of his mental breakdown if he ever stumbled on that sort of information, so I was determined to do everything to make sure my cover remained intact. I watched as he lifted the cup to his lips once again, sniffed the edges, and turned the contents into the fire.A gasp escaped his lips as what he meant to douse the fire became a catalyst for it to burn hotter. He staggered backwards as the flames increased and licked the hems of his shirt.I quietly slid the door shut and walked away. He didn’t drink the potion, which put a dent in my plans, but even worse, he had seen what the drink did to the fire, and I doubted that I’d ever be able to convince him to take an







