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Asher’s povThe search had been going on for more than three weeks now. Everything had been silent—even from the Moon-shade Pack until today.Boom.The ground shook beneath me, and a loud noise echoed through the pack. I was mid-search when a guard mind-linked me, his voice laced with panic.“Your Highness, a part of the prison yard seems to have exploded! We need you here!”My body tensed. What the hell?“Fall back, men!” I ordered my team before taking off toward the prison. After days of nothing, was this finally a move from Moon-shade? My mind raced, but I didn’t have time to think. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, dodging scrambling pack members as dust began to fill the air.The moment I arrived at the prison yard, chaos greeted me. Dust still lingered in the air; Guards were running around trying to ascertain the situation, barking orders, trying to restore order. The destruction was contained to this section of the prison—nowhere else in the park had been touched.Tha
Rowan's POV I’ve been running for two days straight.I can’t afford to waste any more time; my brothers need me. Asher’s voice sounded tense over the mind link, and that panic still filled me as I crossed the border of our park.But I didn’t stop.Not until I reached the palace, my muscles screaming from exhaustion, my lungs burning. I didn’t bother cleaning the dirt off my body. I stormed straight to Ansel’s office, where I could feel their presence through the bond between us all.The door slammed open, and they both turned to me like they’d been waiting.“Where the hell were you?” Ansel snapped.I wiped the sweat from my brow. “You know where I was.”“We needed you here,” he growled, fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white.I stepped further into the room; I was so exhausted, but not enough to stop my fury from boiling over. “I’m here now,” I shot back. “Instead of wasting time bickering like idiots, tell me what the hell is going on.”Asher exchanged a tense glance wi
Raven povI’ve been here for almost a month, and I’m nothing more than a glorified prisoner.I can walk around the palace, but I’m never alone, guards tail me like shadows, watching my every move. No matter how far I go, there’s no real freedom.And Kelvin won’t let me leave that bastard.I never asked to be his queen, never wanted anything to do with him. But he doesn’t care. In his eyes, I belong to him. And he’s made it very clear: if I step out of line, he’ll kill me without hesitation.But what unsettles me the most isn’t Kelvin.It’s the creatures; well, I guess Kelvin isn’t exactly a werewolf.I’ve seen things here that shouldn’t exist. Things that can’t be werewolves. Shadows that move without a source. Pale figures with elongated limbs gliding through the forest. And one night, I saw something with red eyes sipping blood from a goblet like it was wine.I threw up everything I’d eaten.Moon-shade Park is wrong. It pulses with darkness, with something ancient and foul that mak
Asher’s POVThat morning, we ran with other wolves from our pack, a very small army. If possible, we wanted this to be diplomatic, a simple conversation to settle the tension. But in my gut, I already knew it wouldn’t be that easy.I told myself I didn’t want to find Raven there. That it would be better if she wasn’t trapped in that corrupt pack. But the truth clawed at me like a wound I couldn’t close. I did want to see her. I wanted to know she was alive and breathing even if it broke me to see her in their hands.And at the same time, the thought of her being touched by those lowlifes made my blood boil. My mate, suffering in a place like this? It made me want to tear the entire pack apart with my teeth.We ran hard, the air heavy with tension, until dusk fell and we crossed the border into Moon-shade territory. The moment we did, something shifted.The place made my skin crawl.The trees were twisted. The ground was slick with mud, and the entire forest smelled wrong — metallic,
Ansel’s POVThe second Asher crossed the border, relief flooded through me like a wave. The bond we shared as brothers tightened, pulsing with relief, I could feel Asher’s emotion.He found her.But we weren’t out of this yet.I barely dodged Kelvin’s claws as he lunged, his teeth snapping dangerously close to my throat. He wasn’t running, he was fighting. And he was stronger than I expected, using powers I am sure no wolf should possess. But I am not a weakling; I am the alpha of the Crescent Silver Park.“You think you can just take her from me?” he snarled, landing a brutal punch to my ribs that made my bones shake. “She’s mine. I claimed her the second she stepped into my territory.”I wiped the blood from my mouth, laughing bitterly. “You didn’t claim anything. And I’m going to enjoy tearing you apart for touching what’s ours.”Kelvin’s eyes flickered with something sharp and knowing. “Ours, huh?” he said, circling me like a predator. “I wondered which one of you she belonged to.
Raven’s POVI stayed on the cold floor long after Ansel left, too broken to move. My body throbbed with pain, every lash and bruise screaming at me, but nothing hurt more than the ache in my chest.I am back.Back to the place I’d spent weeks trying to escape, I am just so stupid.And I was more shattered than ever.I curled into myself, swallowing sobs, afraid someone would hear me cry. I didn’t want to make another mistake. Didn’t want to give them a reason to come back in. My skin still burned from Ansel’s slap, and my heart hammered like it was trying to escape my ribs.I should have just died in that place.I should’ve let Kelvin kill me.Because now… now there was nothing left of me.I dragged myself to the bed eventually, biting my lip to keep from whimpering as I crawled onto the mattress. My limbs barely worked, and my whole body shivered from the cold sweat clinging to my skin.The sheets felt suffocating like they were swallowing me whole. I think I am getting sick.But I d
Rowan's POV AHHHHHHThe scream tore through the air, it was loud enough to wake up the dead.Noooo!!“What the fuck is going on?” I muttered as the sound echoed through the pack house. I hadn’t heard anything like it before — not from her. Not from Raven.I bolted out of my room, my heart pounding really hard, only to freeze when I reached the hallway.I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.Raven — our mate, was clawing at Ansel with everything she had. She looked wild, feral, her nails tearing into his skin, blood dripping down his chest. Her face was twisted with rage, her eyes burning with hatred so intense it made my wolf moan in sadness.But she was losing.She was too weak to fight Ansel, her body still wrecked from whatever Moon Shade had done to her. Yet, she didn’t stop fighting.She dodged one of Ansel’s swipes and sank her teeth into his neck, tearing into his flesh like an animal. Blood spilt down his collarbone, and Ansel roared in a fury, grabbing her by the hair and yank
Rowen’s POVI woke up gasping, my body shaking like a leaf as the pain finally started to fade.The last thing I remembered was the intense pain, my brothers chasing after me. The agony had been unbearable, like every bone in my body was breaking and resetting, carving the curse into my very soul.I lifted my head, feeling exhaustion sink deep into my bones. Ansel and Asher were both standing nearby, looking so worried.“You back?” Asher asked, his voice rough.I nodded, pushing myself up, but the second I tried to stand, I staggered.The connection to my wolf, Rome, felt wrong. Distant.Rome? I called out in my mind, my heart hammering.Nothing.The bond wasn’t gone — I could still feel him, like a faint pulse in the back of my head — but his presence had dimmed to almost nothing.Talk to me, I tried again, panic rising.Still nothing.I swallowed hard, rubbing at my chest like I could physically reach for him. The curse must have drained him — the power shift, the transfer of pain.
Queen Gwen POVIt’s been three days since the battle.Three days since blood painted the earth and death hung heavy in the air—on both sides.It hurt to kill them. Those creatures… they were mindless, controlled by Kelvin and that cursed Queen. They were puppets, not monsters. But it was either them or us.And still… we lost.We fell for their diversion. We lost Raven.I’ve been trying—truly trying—to stay strong. I’m a queen. I’m supposed to be composed, logical, unshaken.But the thought of something happening to her…It chills me in a way I can’t explain.From the moment I first laid eyes on Raven, I knew.I don’t understand the feeling, not fully but I knew. I was meant to be near her. To protect her. To fight for her.I was meant to be her sword.And I let her down.“Hey… are you okay?” Loira asked gently, walking up beside me.I tried to force a smile. “Yeah. I’m just… sad, you know?” My voice cracked. “It feels like we were so stupid.”She said nothing, just listened.“She shou
Raven POV “What did you say, Raven?” she asked again, her voice low and skeptical.“I said I’ll join you, Morgan,” I repeated, steadying my voice. “But only on one condition.”She sighed as though she was enduring a headache. “And what is it now?”“You’ll release Mathias.”Her brows lifted. “Who?”Of course, she doesn’t even remember. The disgust rose sharp and hot in my chest, but I swallowed it. I was in enemy territory now. I had to play this smart.“Mathias is one of the prisoners. He was in the same cell I was thrown into.”“Oh,” she said with a chuckle. “That’s all?” Fine. I’ll have him released today.”“And—”She cut me a glare, her patience thinning. “And what?”“You’ll give me the dagger. I need it.”Morgan narrowed her eyes. “I’ll think about it. "Don’t push your luck, little bird.”She turned away, already done with the conversation. “When Kelvin returns, your real training begins. I’ll need you ready.”"But aren’t you scared, Morgan?” I asked, my gaze steady.“What?” she
Raven POV We walked out of the cell, the heavy door slamming shut behind me with a loud clang that echoed down the stone halls.I tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in my stomach, tried to shove the fear deep down where it couldn’t reach me — but it was there, crawling under my skin.Facing that beautiful monster again made my heart pound harder against my ribs.We moved through a large hallway, the stone walls cold and silent witnesses to my march.From what I could tell, it was already dawn — soft light trickled through high windows.Two days.I had been trapped here for nearly two days without food.My legs ached, and my body screamed for rest, but I forced myself forward, step after heavy step.Finally, we entered a large throne room.At the far end of it, sitting on a towering, jagged throne of black stone, was Morgan.She looked… magnificent.Beautiful and terrible, like something carved from nightmares.Her smile, slow and cold, made my skin crawl.I paused, instinctively gla
Raven POV Unluckily for me, I was thrown into a cell by Queen Morgan’s hounds.The heavy iron door slammed shut behind me with a sound that echoed like a death knell. I stumbled forward, catching myself on the rough stone wall.I turned around slowly, trying to assess the cell.I’ve been locked up more times than I can count.This wasn’t new.I wouldn’t panic. Panic was the enemy now.First thing first, I needed a way out.But gods, it was dark.The air was thick with rot and something far worse—a sour, metallic scent that made my stomach turn. The walls oozed dampness, and the floor was uneven under my boots. The whole place felt like it had been forgotten by the world.Squinting my eyes, I edged deeper into the cell, ignoring the way the shadows seemed to reach for me.And then I heard a faint cough.It was soft and strained. From somewhere in the darkness.I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs.“Is anybody there?”My voice barely rose above a whisper, but in the stillness,
Ansel POV Raven is the child of the prophecy.And they kept it from us.Rowan and Raven both knew, and yet they chose silence. I don’t know what game the goddess is playing—first binding us all to the same mate, now tying her fate to an ancient prophecy—but I’m sick of being left in the dark. I should’ve seen the signs. The dreams she said she had, the divine visitations… they were all there, and I ignored them.And now, the truth burns in my chest like fire.My son—our child— will carry power in his blood. A legacy. He will be everything. But Morgan, if she’s taken Raven—if she lays a hand on what’s mine, I will tear this world apart.And if my brothers even think of challenging me for the child, for Raven, for the throne—I’ll destroy them too.We ran through the day and into the dusk, not stopping once. Our men were weary, barely holding themselves together, but there was no time for rest. Every second we wasted could mean losing her.When the palace finally came into view, I w
Raven POV Morgan didn’t look back at me. “What do I want? Oh, Raven, that’s the wrong question. What do you want?”The silence stretched out between us, the air thick with tension. My mind raced, trying to make sense of everything I was seeing.Morgan’s cruelty was evident in the creatures that slithered and prowled around us, their eyes cold and lifeless, their movements like puppets on strings. My anger surged, burning through my veins.“Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice tight with fury. “Why are you enslaving innocent creatures, using them like this?”Morgan’s smile stretched into something far colder, more calculating. She tilted her head slightly, finally turning to look at me, studying me as though I were an insect in need of examination. “Innocent?” she repeated, almost amused. “You call them innocent? These creatures are nothing but tools—tools that help me achieve what is rightfully mine. They’re weak, living in fear. And I’m giving them purpose.”I shook my hea
Raven POV I stood there, with my hand pressed to my chest, heart racing, feeling the weight of the queen’s cold gaze upon me.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice shaking despite my attempt to remain calm.She chuckled softly, the sound low and almost mocking. “Oh, so you know who I am,” she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “That’s very interesting, don’t you think?”“Very interesting indeed,” I muttered under my breath, not able to stop the bitterness that seeped into my words.She stepped closer, her presence suffocating. “Well, it seems like you haven’t been getting my messages,” she said casually, “So I came to pick you up myself.”“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I snapped, clenching my fists, unwilling to show the fear that threatened to rise in my throat. “You monster.”She raised a single eyebrow, her lips curling into a slow, sinister smile. “Who told you that you had a choice, my sweet girl?” Her words were laced with such venom that it sent a chill dow
Rowan POV The battle raged on with death on both sides, but something felt wrong. I couldn’t see Morgan anywhere. She kept sending mindless creatures at us, but there was no sign of her.Was it a distraction? Was there something else at play?“Behind you!” I heard one of my comrades scream. I spun around just in time to block a strike that would’ve taken my head off. Beside me, one of my comrades fell, lifeless.I turned and squinted into the far corner. From the shadows, Kelvin emerged, with a smirk on his face.Damn, bastard.I charged towards him with everything I had, shifting midair. My claws slashed through the air, aimed directly at him.We collided in a brutal clash, a flurry of strikes. I clawed; he ducked and retaliated with punches, sending invisible strikes that rattled my bones. We were locked in an all-out battle—neither of us giving an inch.“Where is your queen?” I demanded, trying to catch my breath between strikes.Kelvin’s smirk deepened. “Oh, she’s exactly where
Raven POV I watched them go but couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye.The words stayed locked in my throat, heavy with frustration and helplessness.I hated the way they treated me—as if I couldn’t make decisions for myself. Like I was fragile. Like I’d shatter.People were out there dying, sacrificing their lives for me, and I was just… here. Sitting inside like some fucking damsel in distress.A chill drifted through the hallway, brushing against my skin. I lifted my head and noticed it was snow.The first snow of the year.A small smile tugged at my lips despite everything.Snow always reminded me of fresh beginnings. Of the quiet before everything changes.I stepped further inside, warmth slowly replacing the cold that clung to my clothes. Then I saw Loira.She sat alone, her posture tense and her eyes distant.She hadn’t been herself since that day on the training grounds.“Loira,” I called gently.Her head turned; she seemed so slow and unsure, as if pulled from somewhere far a