Mag-log inChapter 115 Viona's POV Human world It had been more than two years since I last saw Mirage. Two years since I'd heard his voice or caught the sharp silhouette of his presence in a crowd. It wasn't that I hadn't tried-I had, at first. But after a while, trying became pointless. Any attempt to follow him through the city's rumor mills ended the same way Not ordinary silence either. His name wasn't forgotten so much as erased. Someone-or even himself-made sure of it. News anchors would stumble on their lines, stammering into an awkward pause before a feed conveniently "lost connection." Print columns that once speculated on his whereabouts or influence suddenly carried nothing but white spaces, as though the ink had refused to stain the page. Even street chatter died mid-breath if his name so much as flickered past someone's lips. So I stopped asking. That morning, I sat outside the café wi
Chapter 114 Viona's POV Graduation at Edenvale had been a blur of caps, applause, and tearful farewells. For me, it wasn't the end of her journey but the doorway to something greater. I returned home eager for the comfort of my mother's embrace and the familiar chatter of my younger siblings. The moment she stepped through the gates of the pack house, the scent of polished wood and roses greeted me, my mother rushed forward, wrapping me in a warm, tight hug. My siblings squealed, clinging to my waist, they had really grown in the last two years. Aria's facial features resemble my mother even more than before. Ariel had this smirk that resembles my dad. their laughter chasing away the exhaustion of travel, behind them, almost half the pack came to welcome me. "Welcome home, darling," my mother whispered against my hair. I smiled, my heart swelling. This was what I had missed most. But the reunio
Chapter 113 Viona's POV It has been over two years since I last saw Mirage. Two years, and yet the air in my chambers still remembers him. Or maybe it is only me who remembers-me who refuses to let go. The tapestries have been changed, the curtains replaced, the candles renewed a hundred times, and still, whenever I sit by the window, I swear I feel the faint echo of his presence like a whisper pressed against my skin. I close my eyes and the room folds back into the night we parted, who knew it would be our last?. His shadow on the wall, tall and unwavering. His voice, low and certain, carrying words I no longer allow myself to repeat because they cut sharper than the chains that once bound us both. His hand on mine-warm, unyielding, trembling beneath its strength though he never admitted fear, the kisses we shared, his disappearing trick. Mirage never admitte
Chapter 112 Flora POV Two years later Two years passed in a blur of classes, tests, and whispered rivalries until finally, Edenvale released its last graduates into the world. For me, freedom from the academy only sharpened my hunger for the future I had envisioned for myself. I want to be the Luna of the Royals fraction, the Wife of Nicolas. Even if our bond had recently been clouded by tension, even if he had grown distant, I believed that with persistence I could reclaim him. I told myself I had sacrificed too much-my innocence, my pride-for it to end in nothing. That was why, the very week before graduation, I traveled back home, The pack was still as welcoming as it used to be, everyone was happy to see me, even Lysa... my first time in seeing her face to face after almost three years, she looks even more beautiful and well
Chapter 111 Nicolas POV The pack house was full tonight, the hall alive with murmurs as wolves gathered for the monthly meeting. I moved through the sea of familiar faces, my jaw tight, my steps steady Every nod of acknowledgment I returned was hollow. The air pressed down on me like a weight, heavy with expectation. Mirage sat toward the front, his posture graceful as always, and this time, that smirk he always wore was nowhere to be found. I could not bring myself to look directly at anyone. Guilt burned behind my ribs, steady and relentless. I remembered her lips trembling the night she had given herself to me with trust and innocence-and the way I had accepted it, knowing the bond between them had already been fractured. I had told myself it was comfort, that it was what she wanted, that maybe it could fix what had already been broken. But standing here now, facing the pack elders, the truth gnawed at me. It had been selfish
Chapter 110 Viona's POV Edenvale's grand gates loomed as if nothing had changed. The ivy clung stubbornly to the stone walls, the banners fluttered in the early autumn breeze, and students milled about, chattering about classes and weekend plans as though the world hadn't been turned upside down. But for me, everything felt different. I walked through the gates with my bag slung over my shoulder, my head held high despite the quiet stares that followed me. Whispers rippled along the path-curiosity, awe, and something else. Some weeks ago, those same lips had spread rumors, sharp enough to cut my spirit. Now, they spoke in hushed tones about my vindication, about the video, about the criminal who had been unmasked while I had been nowhere near the scene. The truth had freed me. But the truth didn't erase my memory. By the time I reached the courtyard, I was met not just with whispers but with fo







