Kieran’s povI drew my sword. It scraped against its cover as I swung it around.“I’m always holding back from using my sword to kill anyone. But if any of you have the guts to face off against me and take sirella with them… step forward. I won’t bite,” I smiled while letting my fangs show.The men glanced at one another then laughed. “You’ve gone soft, Kieran,” said the first. “We always knew you were weak.”“One more time,” I said. “Go away, get lost even, and I’ll pretend I never saw you.”They didn’t move. Instead, they raised their swords higher, ready to fight.“Sirella,” I whispered, not turning around. “Run.”“But—”“Now!” I shouted.She waited for a moment before turning around and running away as I held my ground.The men lunged forward. I blocked the first sword with my own, the sound of clanging steel piercing the stillness of the forest. Spinning fast on my heel I lashed out, my blade clipping the second man’s arm. He howled, dropping his weapon.“Get him!” the scarred ma
Kieran’s povShe sat on the corner bed while looking around. She had her head in a mess with dirt on her face but she looked at me with a fierce gaze.She looked afraid and she looked like she could break something.I went and sat beside her.“You should not have come, you know,” I sighed. “You didn't have to show up? You could have texted me or something.”“I did but you weren’t picking up,” she said. “You weren’t answering. And everything’s different now. Donovan didn’t go to the war. He stayed.”“Oh dear,” I sighed.“He said he knew Salvatore had snipers waiting for him. He sent someone else to fight in his name. He plans to wait until both sides are weak… then he’ll strike and take over everything.”“That’s impossible,” I said. “He’d never risk everything like that.”She nodded.“I tried to call you. I was going to warn you. I just… I didn't know what to do or who to trust and I really needed someone to talk to.”I sighed while watching her as I understood her dilemma. I could see
Kieran’s povThe training yard was alive with the sound of swords clanging, the scuff of boots hitting and the men still drowsy-eyed. Barely visible in the rising dust, I padded among them watching. Half these sentinels had grown lazy slapping at each other like bored children rather than soldiers. I couldn’t stand it. Not now. And especially not with war so near.I nodded up and reset my stance. I turned away, my hands clasped behind my back as I took a deep breath. My mind wasn’t only clouded with the training I’d just endured. No, I was also thinking too deeply of Sirella. I hadn’t heard from her since last night, after she’d left me here with Salvatore to face the unknowns of this place alone. Was she alright? Did Donovan find out something that would send him on some manic mission to get us both killed?Suddenly, my phone buzzed from within my pocket. I quickly reached in to grab it and saw her name on the screen. I knew I needed to answer this call in private.Just as I was abo
Sirella’s povPacing around with my heart beating fast, I didn’t know what to do. I knew something had to be done or I would be in serious trouble. That bastard of an alpha needed to be on the battlefield if I was going to be free from whatever shackles he had on me. I needed Kieran to kill him. It was the only way I would be able to free myself.With him back here, everything had changed, it was dangerous now. More than before.I needed to do something as I got out of my room. I didn’t pause as I quickly made my way through the corridors not wanting anyone to see me right now. Two guards stood near the stairs talking in low voices and I immediately turned back around taking the longer route instead. I needed to get to my room first and get my phone out of hiding. I needed Kieran’s voice right now.When I made it to my room I quickly locked the door and pressed myself against it. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. I crossed over to my desk and took hold of my phone before dialling Kier
Donovan’s povI walked into my throne room that morning. The heavy doors opened as I approached, and a slant of the coming winter sun crossed before me to lay its brightness on the far wall. I looked in that direction without interest or pleasure.Three generals were drawn up there, waiting.“Good morning, Alpha,” they all bowed and said.I walked slowly with my boots tapping on the marble floor. I reached my seat and sat down on my black throne and kept one leg over the other.“Well?” I said, looking at the man to the far left. “Report.”One of my generals, a tall guy with a scar across his chin, stepped forward to speak. “We’ve reached battlefield contact, Alpha. We’ve established our camps. The troops are prepared.”I nodded. “And Salvatore?”“We haven’t seen him yet,” another general said. “But reports say he is close. They are setting their own camps as well.”“Setting camps,” I scoffed. “He might as well be laying his deathbed because I’ll make sure this isn’t like before. I’ll
Sirella’s povI woke up that morning with a burdened heart. My chest felt constricted and my hands were icy, though it wasn’t from the chill. I just had so much on my mind.I wanted so much to talk to Kieran at least once before he would get to the war and start fighting. Already I was missing him, I just needed to hold him even if it was just for a few seconds. He was the only one who could make me feel okay. At least while all this war was going on, I just wanted to know how to go through this tough time without even thinking of the sad times we were going through.I strolled the room, the world beyond the door was hushed, unnaturally so.Something would happen, I could feel it. Deep in my bones I knew something heavy was about to happen. I didn’t know what but I knew that it would be something big.I couldn’t stop the war, but I could be able to help in the little way I could.I looked out of my window to see so many warriors still leaving for the war with Donovan and his son Dami
Authors povThe march had begun.Wolves padded through the forest in a silent train, barely stirring the leaves as they traveled single-file behind their Alpha, Salvatore. The war was upon them. Hot breath streamed from their nostrils making white puffs that hung in the stagnant air. No one spoke, their thoughts too occupied with what was coming.Salvatore was proud of this movement. Minus the last time he had attacked, this would be an official battle that would drive those idiots to the edge and he would have the chance to take them down. He smiled within himself as he knew that there was no use in lying to himself. He would make sure they regretted coming to him for anything. He would destroy them.But Kieran had other plans.He stopped walking and dropped back until he was near the rear of the group. Then he walked up to Salvatore, his voice low.“Alpha, I have to leave. There’s something important I need to do.”Salvatore turned, his eyes narrow slits. He couldn’t believe that h
Kieran’s POVThe cheers in the war room were still ringing in my ears. My face stayed neutral, but inside, I felt sick.They had no idea.None of them did.Not Salvatore. Not his trusted generals.And yet they all clapped for me, thinking I was one of them.I stared at the map again, the valley, the forest… the places I had just mentioned.I was marking death zones — but not for the people they thought.Everything I said in that room would help my allies, not Salvatore’s army.“Excellent idea,” Salvatore said with a slight smirk, standing and clapping my shoulder. “You’re sharp, Kieran. You remind me of myself when I was younger.”I forced a smile.I wanted to punch him.But not yet.Later that NightThe packhouse was quiet, except for the guards at the doors and the distant hoot of an owl. I moved quietly down the hallway, my footsteps light on the stone floors.My room was dark when I entered, just how I liked it. But I didn’t rest. I couldn’t. Not with the war coming.I sat at my d
Authors povThe generals slapped Kieran on the back.Warriors grinned and shouted his name. But Kieran only smiled a little.Inside, he had plans of his own.He wasn’t really fighting for Salvatore. He was just humoring him.Everyone went on to talk but said nothing important.Meanwhile, in Donovan’s territory...Inside Donovan’s war room, the tension was palpable.There was a large map on the wall.Candles were burning.Donovan sat at the head of the table, his arms crossed.Beside him stood his son, Damien.The war Generals, strong wolves with cold eyes, were around them.“Let’s begin.” Donovan said.One of the generals opened a scroll.“My Alpha,” he said, bowing, “the spies have all returned.“And what did they discover?” Donovan asked quietly.The general pointed at the map.“They found Salvatore’s traps in the forest. They found guards by the river. But they also found a weak spot.”“A weak spot?” Donovan asked, leaning forward.“Yes, here,” the general said and he pointed to