Lunessa’s POVAzrik roared, and the sound ripped straight from the heart of the storm.Cracks split through the stone floor, and a portion of the temple caved in, crushing half the cultists under ancient stone and firelight.Draven moved, blood soaking his shirt but eyes sharp as a blade. He reached me slicing through my restraints in one clean motion. Without missing a beat, he slammed a fresh magazine into his pistol and opened fire on the cult members. I didn’t wait, I turned.Liora was fast, too fast for most, but not for me. Not anymore, not after everything. After the betrayal. After the girls. After the poison. I was in the roots of the Kaerwyn Line, I felt whole under the blood moon.We began to fight, good thing I chose leather trousers and top. She charged, her heels skimming the ruined floor like she was floating. I sprinted forward, then dropped low, sliding clean between her legs. The ground burned my skin as I snatched the twin sawed-off shotguns strapped behind Draven’
Lunessa's POVI blinked, unsure if my eyes were playing tricks on me.“Liora?” My voice cracked. “You’re alive? I knew it, you snake!”“Relax.” She smirked. “I thought you’d say you missed me.”“So all of this… it was you?” I asked, my voice tight with disbelief.“Not entirely,” she said with a shrug, “but I’ll gladly take the credit.”There they were, two Lioras and Cassara, each draped in red ceremonial robes, lounging in high-backed chairs like queens of chaos. To my left, a sea of cloaked cultists in red hoods sat silently, all facing the ancient altar. The air buzzed with dark energy.I turned again to face the elder Liora, her expression composed as she sat.“But what are you doing here?” I asked, my voice dropping as I looked into the eyes of the woman I once thought was just a lowly maid.Cassara rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. “Are you actually this slow?”“What are you talking about?” I demanded.“She’s your uncle’s mistress,” the younger Liora chimed in. “And she’s
Lunessa’s POVThe moment Azrik left, I felt the hollow space in the room stretch like a wound. Minutes later, Draven burst into the chambers, breathless and furious."How could you let him go alone?" he demanded, in a panic.I didn’t flinch. “You know how he gets, Draven. There was no stopping him.”His jaw clenched. “He’s alone.”“Yes,” I said, “and they know that too.”He froze. “You think they anticipated this?”“They’re not fools,” I said grimly. “Cassara knows him, and if this is Hollow Spire we’re talking about they’ve prepared for him. We can’t wait around hoping for miracles.”Draven’s eyes narrowed. The panic shifted to readiness. “What do we do first?”“Start with the Council. Issue a sealed command, no one must know we’re leaving. Assign the Gamma to oversee the palace security and especially the prisoners. We move in silence.”“Understood.” He nodded, “I need to go get my sword,” he said.I scoffed, “Swords? Common Draven, we're not giving them what they expect.” He looke
Azrik's POVI left the dungeon with blood still on my knuckles. The air outside was still, like the world was holding its breath for something it couldn’t name.When I returned to our chambers, I found Mira standing by the door, her hands folded nervously.“Is something wrong?” I asked.She bowed quickly. “No, Alpha. Luna couldn’t sleep, so I added herbs to her tea to make her sleep. Please forgive me for acting without your instruction.”I exhaled, relieved. “You did well, Mira. Thank you. You should rest now.”She bowed again and left, her footsteps soft down the hall. I stepped into the room quietly. Lunessa was already asleep, her breathing calm.I freshed up, and laid beside her but didn't sleep. I couldn’t. My body was in the room, but my mind was at war, every second felt like sand slipping through my fingers. I needed to move.By 3 a.m., the silence became unbearable.I slipped out of bed and walked into my closet. There, behind a false panel, was my hidden vault. A magnetic c
Azrik’s POVI moved through the city like a streak of lightning. I passed shops, crowded streets, busy roads, and even made it to every border, north, east, south, west. Nothing. No sign of a woman carrying children, no scent trail, no alarm.‘She won’t get away with this!’ Dowen growled through the mindlink, snarling beneath my skin, clawing to get out.‘I can’t smell them,’ I said to him. ‘It's like they vanished.’By evening, I have searched every hook and cranny of the city. Rooftops. Tunnels. Old warehouses. Every entry and exit point. Still nothing.‘Lunessa, can you hear me?’ I asked through the mindlink.‘Yes,’ her voice replied, worn out and broken.‘Let’s meet at home.’I sped back, the palace gates already open. Lunessa arrived moments later in her wolf form, covered in dust and broken branches from the woods. She entered to shift. Her wolf looked drained.The council members were gathered in the throne hall, lingering like nervous shadows. None of them dared to speak, no
Lunessa’s POVNo, this isn’t right. Something is definitely wrong.Cassara doesn’t just show up with damning scrolls and a change of heart, not after years of betrayal, bloodshed, and silence. There’s always something underneath with her. Always.I sat with my arms folded tightly across my chest, trying to still the cold coil of anxiety winding itself around my ribs. My gut twisted with every second that passed.Azrik wasted no time. He called Lucien immediately, instructing him to send a unit to the mountain ridge behind Ashborne. If Cassara was telling the truth, if that place was their stronghold, we had to move swiftly.He also summoned a council meeting. The Pale Fang was no longer just our burden, it was a threat to every family, every child, every realm that stood for peace. And it was personal now. They wanted my children.I should have been at the hospital. I should have been checking on the twins. But instead, I found myself seated among the sharpest minds in Velgrath, my he