LOGINZoriven’s POVThe word “gone” kept repeating in my head like a sharp blade twisting inside my chest.She lost the baby.Every single step from the river back to the Sun Flower Pack had felt like dragging heavy chains through deep mud.I looked at Seravyn walking beside me, her pale face, torn dress and hollow eyes, and every time I tried to picture the future we had planned, all I saw was ash.My chest burned so hard I could barely draw air into my lungs. I wanted to tear down the forest, wanted to scream till my voice blew out. I wanted to blame Caelrix, Thessaly, or the entire world. But deep down, a sickening truth was eating me alive.While my child was slipping away, I wasn't there. I was swinging a sword, burning homes, and slaughtering innocent warriors in a fit of blind rage.I couldn't even look Seravyn in the eye when I stepped into her room, looking at her face made the guilt in my gut burn till I felt like throwing up.I couldn't be calm, couldn't sit beside her on the be
Zoriven’s POVMy hands barely stayed locked around Caelrix’s throat as her words slipped through my ears. My white knuckles and heavy chest pulsed with every rough breath I took in.He saved her?The words echoed in my head, but they didn't make sense. Caelrix was the enemy, he has always been the enemy.He was the reason my life had begun falling apart, he was the reason my Pack had kept rebuilding and rebuilding over and over.I tightened my grip around his throat, the rage inside me fighting to push her words away, trying to convince myself it was just another one of his lies."Zoriven, look at me!" Seravyn cried out, stepping straight into the freezing river water, her dress getting soaked and dirty in the process. But she didn't look like she cared the slightest.Her face was pale as a ghost and heavy tears streaming down her cheeks. "Where were you while I was dying in a cold cabin? Where were you when I was bleeding out?”I clenched my jaw tightly. “Sera—”“You were out burnin
Caelrix’s POVThe sun was sinking fast behind the mountains far down the west, bleeding deep shades across the darkening sky towards the river.I was standing in my private room, wrapping long strips of tight linen around my knuckles and wrists. I was just about able to keep my hands steady, but inside my chest, my heart pounded like a war drum. I checked the steel dagger strapped to my belt, then pulled my leather boots tight, taking one long, slow breath in and out.Vane is dead, my Pack is in ruins and more than half my men are wounded, recovering in the remains of their burned homes. This fight isn't just about survival any longer, it's about paying a debt.I walked out of the high hall without looking back, stepping through the broken gates of Black Stone and heading straight towards the border.Ten minutes later, the roaring sound of rushing water filled the air. I stepped out of the dense treeline and stopped on the muddy bank of the river. The water ran fast over dark, sha
Caelrix’s POVClouds of thick, black smoke curled into the pale morning sky, choking the sunrise.The heavy gates of Black Stone Pack, my Pack, lay scattered on the ground, smashed off their hinges. And past the entrance? Literally the whole residential area was a nightmare of burning buildings, collapsed roofs, and blood littered across the floors. The blood had stained the path in long, dark streaks, fresh enough to tell it was soon, and the quiet hums of wounded Pack members echoed through the cold morning air.My chest slammed tight, the air hanging right in my throat. I stood frozen at the entrance, holding Seravyn against my chest and staring at the total wreck I called a home.What happened here?I tightened my grip on Seravyn, my heart hammering against my ribs as I stepped over the broken gate and walked down the main path, my boots stepping over burnt wood and broken glasses.Women were kneeling in the dirt, bandaging the men's wounds while other men cleared away heavy woo
Caelrix’s POVThe trail led me to an old, abandoned stone cabin buried deep in the muddy, dirty areas near the trail leading towards another Pack. The wooden roof had half-collapsed, covered in thick moss, and the air around it smelled foul and rotten in a way that burned through my lungs.I stopped at the edge of the trees, scanning the rotting wooden door as far as my eyes could see.Why would Seravyn’s scent lead to a place like this? Who could have brought her here?I stepped cautiously through the mud, pulling my dagger from my belt. I pushed the door open, the edges giving that creaking sound before I stepped inside, my boots sinking slightly into the damp dirt floor. The room was dark, lit only by a tiny, flickering light in the far corner.Suddenly, her scent crashed into my nose, fresh and stronger than it had been all night.But it was slightly different now, mixed with the toxic tang of blood.I turned sharply, my eyes adjusting to the darkness to follow the trail before
Zoriven’s POVCommander Vane lay on his back in the mud, his hands desperately clutching the steel blade buried deep in him. His chest shook with shallow, wet rattles, blood bubbling over his lips every time he tried to breathe. I stood over him, watching the light slowly drain from his eyes, my hands completely numb on the sword."Vane!"I heard a furious shout tearing through the smoke, then Exovyn came charging through the courtyard, his sword drawn and his face twisted in a tight shaky look. He lunged straight at me, swinging his blade with everything he had left to save his commander.I yanked my sword free from Vane’s chest with a harsh, wet sound, stepping smoothly to the side before knocking Exovyn’s wild swing away with a heavy strike of my own. He was fast, but was also fighting on pure emotions, leaving his body completely open.I spun around his guard, slammed my shoulder into his chest to throw him off balance, and drove the tip of my blade straight through his left s
Seravyn POV“Why, Caelrix?” I whispered, hoping he would be honest with me. “You can’t just reject me without any explanation,” I added.“I already told you the reason. Omega, you need to face reality and accept it. I can’t and won’t be with someone as weak as you,” he said. I had meant those word
Seravyn POV“Caelrix…” I let out a moan, his name slipping from my lips in a breathless whisper.I could feel Caelrix inside me. I loved the way he touched me, the way he kissed me. He made me crave more with every second. I looked up at his face, which seemed a little blurry, but I knew this was
Caelrix POVSeravyn’s voice kept replaying in my head, like she’d finally decided I wasn’t worth another second of her time. She’d accepted the rejection, dropped the mic, and walked away without even glancing back. I’d wanted her to hurt. I’d wanted her to beg or cry so I could feel justified. In
Seravyn POVI stayed on my knees, tears still sliding down my cheeks. “I apologize…”Caelrix didn’t even look back. He just walked out with Thessaly tucked against his side like she belonged there. The door shut with a soft click that felt louder than any slap.Naryvex’s voice came gently in my he







