Kaelen Duskfang's POVMy hands gripped the edge of the desk until my knuckles turned white. Documents were piled high in front of me, but none of them caught my attention. My focus was elsewhere. On someone's face. On someone's eyes that I couldn't erase from my memory."Lyara..."I growl softly. I roughly sweep the pile of documents off the desk, sending them scattering across the floor. The papers fly through the air, some floating slowly before landing, as if mocking me.“Damn it! All because of that woman. All because of her, everything’s a mess. Why is she suddenly acting like she doesn’t care? Just a few weeks ago, she was begging for my love.”I stood up from the chair and paced back and forth. The room felt cramped and suffocating, making me want to explode. My heart was racing, but not from anxiety. From anger. From frustration.“Why are they turning away from me?” I muttered softly, more to myself than anyone else.Some pack members had started acting cold. No longer greetin
Lyara Moonveil’s POVMy sharp claws were still digging into his neck, just a breath away. I could feel his heart beating beneath my palm. Fast, but not frantic. Strange.“Why doesn’t he feel threatened?” my mind raced.“Do you know this man, Lyara? After I finally managed to get back up and see clearly, you present me with the sight of a man? Lyara, how are we still alive?” Elune’s barrage of questions left me speechless for a moment. Elune hadn’t realized we’d returned to the past. So this second life of mine isn’t connected to her? “I’ll ask again, who are you?” I demanded with an intimidating glare.The man—who had appeared out of nowhere—didn’t flinch, didn’t block, didn’t even groan. Instead, he stared at me calmly. When a smile appeared on his thick lips, anger surged in my heart. My claws moved to his neck. “Do you think I’m insignificant?”Slowly, he raised both hands. “I surrender,” he said flatly, as if this situation wasn’t something to be feared. My eyebrows furrow
Author POVLyara's body was thrown for the umpteenth time. The cold, rough surface of the ground welcomed her back without mercy. The world around her began to feel distant. The sky above seemed to spin. Her vision blurred, and her heartbeat raced with the sound of blood rushing in her ears.Blood flowed freely from her wounds, soaking the ground beneath her body. Her breath caught, as if her lungs could no longer draw air. Yet one thing still shone through her gloomy gaze, the will not to give up. Though her body begged to stop, her mind refused."Not yet... I'm not done yet," she murmured barely audibly. Her fingers moved slowly, scraping the ground, searching for something to hold onto. Her body trembled as she tried to lift herself up. Her breath was heavy, but her gaze remained unwavering. From a distance, the remaining witches and wizards watched in disbelief. They thought she was already defeated. They thought the battle was over."It's impossible for her to get back up.""
General Coren Moonveil's POVThe half-open window allowed a gentle evening breeze to blow into the study. The sunlight was beginning to fade, casting orange hues peeking through the trees. But my mind was too preoccupied to notice. Piles of documents were scattered before me, mostly containing ancient reports, medical records, and research on dark magic.I couldn’t remember how long I had been sitting there. My eyes were sore, but I didn’t stop reading, scribbling, noting, marking. Every word in those documents might hold the key to saving my daughter. But the more I read, the emptier I felt.“What kind of father can’t even stop his own daughter’s suffering?” I muttered softly. My hands clenched on the table.“Even so, I won’t give up. No matter how small the chance, I’ll try. Anything for her, the only family I have left. My daughter, the beautiful gift she gave me.”I frowned deeply, my hair disheveled. “A blessing for my blood-stained life.”The sound of a soft knock on the window
Contrary to my expectations that the house my father was referring to was just a simple wooden hut, this house was magnificent and well-maintained! “Father, have you been secretly accumulating wealth by building several houses?” my thoughts slipped out unconsciously. My feet moved, turning my gaze to take in the beauty around me.A tall black gate surrounded the house securely. The two-story building, dominated by black and cream colors, exuded both elegance and strength. The tall windows and large main door made it resemble a secret hideaway. The surrounding atmosphere was calm, with only the gentle rustling of leaves and the breeze caressing my face.“I can’t believe this is real…” I muttered, still unable to fully process the scene before me. “Isn’t this better than living in a cramped, hastily built hut?” Father patted my shoulder from behind.“Yeah, I guess… But this is too much. This isn’t just a house anymore, it’s a castle. I feel like an important person in this world just
“I do not approve of this. Your request... is denied.”I looked up spontaneously, my eyes meeting Alpha's sharp gaze. Then I turned to Father, who was still bowing his head, breathing steadily. He didn't seem shaken at all. I knew this wasn't easy. But I didn't expect Alpha to be this angry. "Alpha, please calm down," Father said, placing his left hand across his right chest. His gaze was as calm as a large rock battered by huge waves, he remained unchanged. I also had to think quickly! “Alpha, we will complete the urgent task first before calming down. There is no intention of disobedience here. My body, which has endured this shock, needs a moment to rest. If it becomes lighter again, that would be a stroke of luck,” I said in a low tone, trying not to provoke Alpha Aric’s anger once more. I bowed my head even lower. “I beg you to reconsider your decision, Alpha.” I turned away, noticing Father nodding in approval. “Alpha, do you remember the last war on the eastern bor