Masuk"Run, Eliana!" Her mother's voice, filled with pain, echoed in her mind. "Run, don't look back!" She screamed. The child scrambled off the oak tree with tears almost blinding her; she made a run for it. The white-haired woman with icy silver eyes wielding a flaming sword appeared in the ruin. Eliana Paw the long forgotten Alpha of Shadow Pack returns to exact revenge on those who had betrayed, Rejected and broken her. Will she succeed or would she be consumed by the flame of revenge? What would she do when the moon goddess gives her a chance to love again? Delve in to find out!!!
Lihat lebih banyakELIANA'S POVI never imagined the ruins of my childhood territory could look… peaceful. But a few weeks after the war, as the final touches of the coronation platform went up, I found myself standing in the same clearing where my father once held full-moon gatherings. The trees were taller now. Wilder. A little like me.Kristen stood beside me, quiet for once, hands clasped behind his back. He’d given Blackclaw back to its rightful name without hesitation, and he’d done it with this steady calm I was starting to depend on more than I wanted to admit.“You ready?” he asked.Not really. But close enough.I inhaled, steadying myself. The ceremony wasn’t loud or extravagant. It didn’t need to be. My people were alive. My land was free. That was enough.When the elders placed the obsidian crown against my forehead, something inside my chest eased—like the last piece of a puzzle I’d been carrying since childhood finally locked in.“Eliana Stormwolf of Shadow Pack,” they said, voices rising
ELIANA'S POVMy power rose. Not in a wild, uncontrolled surge like before. It felt different. Steady. Purposeful. Like something inside me had stopped pretending to be small.I broke the binding circle with a sharp crack and rolled to my knees.The Priestess hurled a column of fire at me. I raised my hand without thinking. A shield snapped up—silver, shimmering, almost too bright to look at. The flames hit it and scattered like sparks on glass.Her eyes widened.“You don’t even understand what you are,” she snarled.“Maybe not,” I mumbled, “but apparently I’m enough.”I pushed forward. She countered. The cavern roared with light and heat. Stones cracked. The altar split. The flames she commanded twisted, then turned on themselves, swirling like a dying storm.She screamed something—maybe a spell, maybe a curse—but I didn’t stop. Not until the energy around her ruptured, collapsing inward like a star burning out.She fell with a final hiss.The flames sputtered and died.Silence rolled
ELIANA'S POVI woke up to voices. Sharp ones.The kind that scrape their way into your skull before your eyes even cooperate.For a second I didn’t know where I was. Everything smelled like damp stone and burnt herbs. My head felt… hollowed, like someone had scooped the inside out and left only the ringing. Then I heard my name. Not spoken. Hissed. Almost like a complaint.“…if you had waited, she wouldn’t be waking this fast.”That was the Flame Priestess. Her tone had that familiar chill that always made my skin stiffen.“And if you hadn’t disappeared for months, none of this would have taken so long.”Karen. Angry.And—not pregnant.My heart stuttered.I blinked until the room came into shape. A cavern lit with red flames. Carvings on the walls that looked like they were made by claws, not hands. And Karen—standing near a stone table—lean, exhausted, hollow-eyed, but definitely no longer carrying a child.Where was the baby?Something inside me shifted, almost like a remembered ins
KRISTEN'S POVArden sat shackled to the steel chair, head bowed like he’d rehearsed defeat before I even walked in.The interrogation room was small, stone-cold, one strip of light hanging low enough to cut his face in half. I stood on the other side of the table, arms crossed, Eliana’s scent still clinging to my clothes like a ghost.I didn’t sit. I couldn’t. My whole body was locked in a tight, burning coil.“Raise your head,” I said.He didn’t.So I slammed my hand down hard enough to rattle the table.“Arden. Look at me.”Slowly, painfully, he lifted his eyes. They weren’t defiant. They weren’t scared either. Just… hollow. Like something important had been carved out of him.“You’re going to tell me where my mate is,” I said quietly. “And you’re going to do it now.”A twitch cut across his jaw. “I already told the guards. Damon took her.”I blinked once. Twice.Damon?The hell was he talking about?“And you expect me to believe that?” My voice came out low, sharp. “She wasn’t even
The silence in the room pressed down on me like a suffocating weight. The echoes of Ricks scream still clung to the walls, haunting my dream, the images I just saw burned raw on my mind, the sound seemed trapped in my ears, never-ending. Rick’s lifeless face wouldn’t leave my mind—the hollow eyes,
The air was heavy, thick with the lingering echo of my own scream. I could still taste iron on my tongue, could still feel the pulse of something raw and uncontrollable tearing through my veins. It was one of those nights when I can't sleep, Rick’s body—lifeless and still body carved into my memory
The walls of the pack house had never felt so cold. Even now, hours after they’d dragged Rick’s body out of the cell, the chill clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t shake off.I couldn’t erase the memory—his lifeless body slumped forward, his face too pale, his eyes wide open in a frozen kind of te
The world had ended, and no one seemed to notice.The guards’ hands dug into my arms as they hauled me backward, their voices a blur of commands and curses, but all I could see was Rick’s body slumped in the shadows of the cell. All I could hear was the silence that screamed louder than any battle






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