My heart hammered as I walked beside Dearon, heading to the war tent. He'd told me not to worry. He'd told me he would protect me, but somehow those enraged people in the tent seemed far more terrifying than the warriors in Darcio's army, or even Dearon's cousin himself.The facts were not in my favor. I had escaped my prison cell. I had left Oryndale, and then I'd found myself standing next to the cruel monster who had wanted to steal the crown of Korendorr. I couldn't blame them for believing I was the traitor. I had stood on the other side of this conflict for years. I guess it was easy for some of them to believe I could betray Dearon's trust again.Two guards opened the tent flaps for us, and Dearon led me inside. I saw the twelve current members of the council sitting in one row. Their eyes fell on me as I entered, sheer disdain gleaming in most. It was a small consolation that those who had gone to Darcio had been permanently excluded from the council. I had never learned what
KAIRAI stumbled, and my back hit against the tree trunk. Dearon lurched to help me, but I extended my hand, blocking him.“Don't,” I gritted out, stretching my hand even further in front of me. I needed distance. I needed to calm down. I needed my head to stop spinning. “Maybe…” I swallowed a knot in my throat. “Maybe I should… congratulate you then…”“Do you think I want to marry her?!” Dearon growled, a deep frown marring his forehead. “Do you know how much I hate the decision I made?!”I forced more air into my lungs, trying to gain any control over my hectic thoughts. “Torin said that the treaty is still unsigned… and with their attitude… Maybe you can still reject—”“I can't,” he strained through his teeth. “We… need them.”My brows knitted. “But when Morvan and Vulir suggested it before, you said that you're training new recruits, building a new army…”A bitter laugh escaped him. “I wanted this to be enough… but I visited the training camps.” His eyes locked on mine. “They're m
DEARONIt would have been unfortunate to kill the Prince of the kingdom you had just allied with, and yet my mind was currently filled with all kinds of murderous thoughts. Seth Calogero was Alpha Hagan Calogero's younger son and one of the four Generals in the Farindorian army. The worst possible combination of a noble and a warrior. In other words, he was an arrogant asshole who believed he could have anything he desired. Right now, his eyes were on Kaira.The fucker stood before her, dressed in a jacket embroidered with silver threads and a pair of pants made of the finest black leather. His clothes hadn't touched a speck of dirt while she was still coated with the blood of our enemies. And yet, he dared look at her as if she were about to become the most delicious meal in his life.“Prince Seth is one of the Generals in Farindoria's army,” I grunted before pointing at three bulky men standing next to him. “This is General Dasan, General Rhett, and General Mavros.”Kaira gave the m
The Farindoria's army didn't even need to truly engage in our fight. The sight of more trained warriors entering the battlefield finally struck fear into the rogues' hearts. Their leaders still roared, commanding them to charge, but once the silver arrows gleamed, ready to rain down on the rogues, they began to retreat.We chased them to the tunnel entrances, but with Heletria's magic gone, the tunnels began to collapse, burying them under a mass of rocks. Those who hadn't died in the battle or run in the tunnels scurried to the nearby woods. Dearon and Torin sent three of our squads to hunt them down. I couldn't feel any less sorry for those fuckers, but something else filled me with concern…Dressed in a spare men's tunic, I walked toward the gray-haired witch, Heletria's sister. She and her apprentices helped heal our warriors' most severe wounds. “What will happen to the underground castle?” I asked Saura.Her lips curved in a sorrowful smile. “With Heletria and her magic gone, it
KAIRAMy heart nearly burst out of my chest as I watched Dearon sway on his feet. He was still in his wolf form, severely bleeding. I told myself he would heal, soothing the ache in my chest. He had done the impossible—we both had achieved the impossible. He had defeated Darcio, who had been fueled with magic. I had shattered Heletria's spell and the Moon Tear along with it. Now, Darcio and Heletria were gone. But the growls and snarls coming from behind me clearly meant that this fight was far from over…Rafe materialized beside me, grabbing my hand and pulling me back to the Korendorr's side of the clearing. I almost whimpered in joy then. Torin and Nazo leaped to the front, shielding me as Moon Shadow Pack's warriors formed a line.Torin looked over his shoulder, scanning me from head to toe. His eyes briefly stopped at the claw marks on my cheek, the unhealed wound left by Darcio, and a blend of pain and anger sharpened his features. Finally, he drew a deep breath and asked, “Can
DEARONI knelt on the ground, restrained by a power I could hardly comprehend. I struggled, yanking the invisible ropes as I watched Darcio prowl toward Kaira. Her beautiful green eyes shone with a thick layer of tears. They were no longer lifeless; they burned fiercely. She sucked in a sharp breath as the mark on her neck faded. An overpowering relief flooded my body. She wasn't his. She didn't belong to him…Darcio snapped his fingers, and two of his warriors grabbed Kaira's arms, forcing her to her knees. Another rogue tossed him a pair of linen pants. Unhurriedly, he dressed while Kaira struggled to free herself from the warriors' grip. “Remember what I told you about disobedience?” Darcio purred, leaning over her.She screamed as he slapped her, dragging his claws across her cheek. Blood coated nearly half of her face, but her eyes still burned, her lips peeled back in a snarl. My wolf spirit roared inside me. I would tear him into fucking shreds! I would skin him alive! A low gr