It wasn’t my scene, never had been but Pheobe had insisted I come to the party for... socialization.
So here I was, trying to blend into the background while she soaked up the energy of the room. I filled in my cup and took a seat by the corner of the room sipping at my cold beer, my eyes scanning the crowd out of habit rather than interest. Suddenly, I felt a tingle at the back of my neck. It was as though I was being watched, or even stalked. I turned my head slightly trying to find my stalker. There!! His piercing eyes landed at me again. He was leaning casually against the far wall, a drink in one hand, but his attention was entirely fixed on me. Dark eyes, intense and unyielding, locked onto mine. He had a black curly hair. He was easily the most handsome man I've ever seen. But yet something about him made my hair stand up. I quickly looked away, my heart skipping a beat. “Was he looking at me?” Maybe I’d imagined it. Maybe he wasn’t staring at me but at someone near me. I glanced back. No, there was no mistaking it. His gaze hadn’t wavered, and the longer I pretended not to notice, the heavier his stare seemed to grow. I snapped my head back in his direction. What!! He's gone. But he was just there a second ago. Where could he have gone? The air in the room felt suddenly thick, tension aroused in my veins. A certain restlessness gripped me. My grip tightened around the cup, my pulse quickening. I glanced frantically from left to right. What was his problem? Suddenly I felt a nudge on my back causing me to scramble from my seat. I snapped my head behind me. And there he was. He even looked more handsome up close. His dark green eyes glinting at me. “Stay away from me!” I snapped at him. “What's the matter.” I watched hm chuckle lightly under his breath. He was right to laugh, I behaved like a fool.I sighed. “I'm sorry. I just felt strange when I saw you staring at me.” I confessed.
The man replied in an amusing tone. “Sorry shouldn't be accepted for free.” I was a little surprised by his answer. His words were a bit cheesy that gave me weird feelings. Drawing a nervous breath, I replied. “Then what can I offer for your apology?” The man smiled satisfyingly at her. “How about a dance together?” I hesitated in delusion. I wasn't familiar with him and dancing wasn't really my favourite. I agreed reluctantly. “Okay but please ignore my clumsiness.” The man laughed, staring deep into our eyes before answering. “Perfect.” The man led me to the dance floor slowly. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable since I've never danced before. As if I was his sole interest among everyone here, the man never teared his eyes away from me, not even a second. I dwelled on how to initiate our first step together, the man extended his right hand towards me like a gentleman. Lips curving up a little, he asked like a gentleman, “May I?” I nodded humbly, placing my hand into his palm clumsily. The coldness of his skin almost shooked my sanity. For a moment, it felt like I was placing my palm into an ice water. The man groped my hand tightly, giving it a hard pull until we were face to face with each other. His smile broadened. “You are so easily frightened. What do you think of me? A devil.” His words sent shivers down my spine. I wanted to run away at this point, but it would seem improper.I shut my eyes, trying to clear out the messy thoughts in my head. “I-I... am.. not used to it... I don't normally interact with strangers.”
To my surprise, he didnt find my words amusing as most people would. “We are going to take it slow. It's just a dance. Relax and enjoy it.” His words had a certain charm that seem to calm my nerves. Inhaling a deep breath, I stepped closer bravely and placed my trembling hands on his shoulders. My lips curving into awkward smile, I broke off my introvert personality. “Let's do it then.” We slow danced to the music, our movement sync. We matched our steps swaying our hips rhythmically holding knot each other. Neither of us seemed to be able to take their eyes off the other. He pulled me in closer to him, my left hand wrapped behind my back. We continued until the music began to slowly fade. “What's your name?” He asked sharply, his gaze still fixed on me. “Aria.. “ I said my tone feint. “And yours, if I may ask?” He then smiled mysteriously at me. “You'll know soon enough.” What? I was a bit puzzled by his answer. “Aria!!!” I heard a loud voice. I turned to see Phoebe waving eagerly at me. Eager to meet her, I swiftly turned to the mystery man, but he was gone! Not even a sight of him. I squinted my eyes through the crowd, but not a sign of him. Strange!Chapter 91Victor POVThe wind blew strongly across the high ridge, strong and heavy.And below, the valley stretched wide and waiting—bare of movement, thick with tension. The Blackmist border loomed in the near distance. So close I could smell it.Enough waiting.I turned from the ridge, eyes sweeping over the warriors assembled behind me. Two hundred of them. The best. Trained in fire and blood. My shadow wolves, bound by oath and fear and the quiet promise of power I had yet to unleash.They were watching me now—silent, focused, waiting for my word.I bared my teeth in a grin that held no warmth. Only hunger.“I’m done waiting,” I said, voice low but sharp enough to cut through the wind. “Every hour we waste gives them time to prepare. Time to doubt. Time to hope.”A ripple of unease moved through the front ranks. I welcomed it.“Hope,” I spat, stepping forward. “That’s what makes them weak. That’s what makes them foolish. That’s what ends tonight.”The crowd began to shift—eyes
Luca POVI stared at the maps spread across my desk, my mind still squirling with thoughts. I’d looked at this same terrain for hours, memorized every tree line, every slope. But nothing made sense today. Every route I drew ended in blood.Victor’s men weren’t just testing our borders—they were taunting us.I rubbed the heel of my hand against my temple. Sleep had been a luxury I hadn’t tasted in three days. Aria’s voice had been the only thing tethering me to sanity. Her sharp, grounded logic. Her refusal to let me spiral.But she hadn’t come by tonight. And that silence was starting to claw at my chest.A knock landed against my door, sharp and quick.“Enter,” I said, too tired to care who it was.A guard stepped in, barely able to breath like he ran a marathon to get here. “Alpha,” he said, then hesitated—like he was about to deliver a death sentence.I straightened, already on edge. “Spit it out.”He cleared his throat. “One of the East Wing warriors… Zane… he said Aria collapse
Light slipped through the curtains in lazy stripes, soft and quiet like it wasn’t supposed to be waking me. But my body had other ideas. I shifted under the blankets, trying to ignore the twist in my stomach that had been hanging around for days now. That kind of nausea that doesn’t just come and go—it lingers, waiting to catch you off guard.Today, though, it was worse. Way worse.I peeled my eyes open, blinking against the pale morning light. My body felt heavy. Sitting up was a slow, clumsy thing, and my legs threatened to give out beneath me. I grabbed the edge of the bed, steadying myself with a breath I didn’t know I was holding.Then it hit.The sickness, sharp and cruel. I barely made it to the side before doubling over, the world tilting sideways as I emptied everything I had. The sound of it felt loud in the quiet room, more raw than I expected.When it was over, I stayed there, leaning against the wall, chest shaking, trying to catch my breath. The sting at the corners of
Aria's POV The clang of blades striking echoed across the training fields, rhythmic and sharp. Warriors were everywhere—young, old, seasoned, raw—each one locked in the dance of war, prepping for something they all knew was coming. Elena walked quietly beside me, arms folded, her face unreadable. I kept my eyes on the field but my thoughts wandered.It was strange seeing them all train like this, some of them barely more than boys, clinging to discipline to hide the fear simmering beneath their skin. This wasn’t practice anymore. This was survival prep.“You think they’ll hold if Victor storms the borders?” I asked.Elena gave a dry laugh. “They’ll try. Most will die first. But they’ll try.”We slowed our steps near a group of younger warriors—maybe no older than twenty—practicing close-range maneuvers. One of them broke away when he saw us. He was tall, his black hair tied back, sweat shining down his neck. He jogged over, wearing the kind of smile that had gotten him into and out o
Luca’s POVThe war table was scattered with maps—hand-drawn layouts of the South Wing, border trails, known routes Victor might use. I leaned forward, elbow resting beside a marked-out path leading from the valley toward the ridge.“We double their numbers,” Elijah was saying, eyes narrowed. “But they’ve got the position. If they’ve fortified the South Wing, it won’t be easy picking them off without a loss.”“Then we don’t go in blind,” I said, tapping one of the corners of the map. “We funnel them. Push them toward the ridge and cut them off from supplies. If we force their hand, they’ll slip.”He nodded, his focus locked for a moment—until it wasn’t.A long silence passed between us before he finally spoke, more cautious now. “And Elena?”My head didn’t move, but I felt my shoulders tense.“What about her?” I asked, though I already knew.“You haven’t looked her in the eye since the meeting,” Elijah said, voice low. “And earlier... she seemed like she wanted to speak to you.”I exha
Aria POV The sunlight filtered in, slicing thin gold lines through the curtains and across my face. It took me a moment to remember where I was.And what I had seen.I sat up slowly, the weight of the vision still pressing against my ribs like something physical. I hadn’t dreamed it. I hadn’t imagined Victor’s voice or the blood on Luca’s chest or the emptiness that followed. That was the future. Or… it could be.I ran a hand through my hair and let my feet find the cold floor. Luca had said we’d talk today—in the war room. I didn’t know what that meant for the pack or for me. But I knew one thing: if there was even a chance I could stop that future from happening, I’d do whatever it took.The halls of the packhouse were unusually quiet as I made my way through them. Like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something to crack. Warriors passed me with nods, their faces grim, their bodies tense. The air buzzed with the memory of yesterday’s clash and the fear of whatever cam