FAZER LOGINTalia. Our reaction to his face was instant and immediate. We fell to our knees and bowed until our foreheads touched the ground. I was so aware of him that my body quivered and shook in fright, while my mind struggled to grasp and understand the whole. How did I not know that it was the Alpha under the cloak? Zephyron's father. “Rise,” he said, in a single word, though he needed a repeat to get us to actually do it, and even when I stood on my feet, I did not have the heart to take another look at his face, at the features I knew so well. I took another look, somehow, and the cloak was gone. It was just him returning to the seat which he had carried us through time in, and lowering himself into it, clearly unamused by our reactions. “Sit, daughters. We have a lot to talk about,” he said. We sat, and he let us breathe before he began to speak. “There are questions that you have, I know, and things that you will like to know, and I will not say all of them to you. Yet, the
Aurelia “No one can say for certain which was the single deciding factor, but the undeniability of the dominance of Alpha James's coalition of Packs, and the way he had treated Alpha Rudolph, who had willingly come and surrendered his pack into his hands seemed to be convincing enough for the remaining four packs in the area,” The Cloaked Wolf said. Talia and I looked at each other and smiled, and I wondered if like me, she was relieved that there was no more bloodshed to be seen. “First, Alpha Turan of the Wigan Pack,” the Cloaked Wolf said, moving his outstretched palm so that we were back in the room where Alpha James held his important meetings, to see him standing with a new Alpha. “Then Alpha Kirk of the Krunn Pack, and Alpha Duncan of the Mintah Pack, and last but not the least, after holding out for so long, Alpha William of the Bronze Pack, who had everything to lose should he fall in a fight, because his pack was the biggest after Darryl.” I smiled again, this time at t
AureliaI remember being mentally exhausted at that point.It had been extremely difficult for me to envision that so much blood had gone into the Duskmere I now knew, loved, and enjoyed, even though much of what I knew about it had faded into oblivion for me. Yet, I did not betray my emotions, and for two reasons. Somehow, I still wanted to go on and not stop, just so I would see more and more, and because I was fairly certain that the Cloaked Wolf knew how I felt, judging from the knowing looks he gave me.“You can see that three of the biggest packs were now under Alpha James's control,” The Cloaked Wolf continued, his palm still held out in front of him, as it had been in all the time that we cruised through the times that made Duskmere. “The Glagen Pack was a small pack, but compared to many of the neighbours, it was slightly bigger. The Khmarden Pack was bigger and more solid, and the Darryl Pack was the biggest of all, and all three had been subdued by Alpha James in six mont
Aurelia. Maybe the conversation might have dragged on, but for the Pack. It was the Darryl Pack, after all, who had mustered their fighting men to fight the Glagen and Khmarden Packs. They believed they were superior, and someone managed to get it into his head that his Alpha would be too. “Fight,” his lone voice rose, and all turned to see who it was. He was a young wolf, no more than twenty, who had his face scrunched up and red, his body shaking with anger. When everybody looked at him as though they did not understand the reason, he stepped forward, with so much confidence and respect for his Alpha. “It's the only way we can recover our pride, Alpha,” he cried out, kneeling before his Alpha. “If you fight the duel, and win him, and even eventually kill him, it is the only way you can get our fighting men back, because they have already surrendered to him and cannot return unless you defeat him. You will also give us automatic victories over the Glagen and Khmarden Packs and a
Aurelia The fighting wolves of the Darryl Pack had gathered, truly, and were lined up in front of Alpha James, while their opponents, the Glagen and Khmarden Pack men, were relaxed, but still on guard. “I have accepted your surrender and will now let you all go, but not without letting you know what it is that I have come here and done all these things for. I do not fight these wars because I enjoy the sight of blood… contrary to what it seems I do not like to kill. Yet, I must do it because without blood, I cannot unite the Packs around here.” He paused, and waited for his words to sink. “You might wonder why I have taken it upon myself to unite the Packs, and I ask myself the same question sometimes, truly. I do not even belong here. Maybe it is the power I seek, admittedly. But I intend to use my power for good too. A stranger like me walked on these lands and killed the first Alpha I laid my eyes upon, a sign of weakness.” I saw some of the fighting men nod. “If I did not f
Aurelia. “There was little that the Darryl Pack could have done when the attack came. They had more fighting men, of course, and were even prepared to fight and defend what they had left, but the Khmarden Fighting men and their silver bullets were more than terrifying enough.” We were moving through the images and the scene lit up, so that we were in the midst of them as usual, watching, and unseen. There the Khmarden Fighting men stood in their human forms, their guns raised into the air, while the Darryl Pack, who were far more in number and all in their wolf forms. Both were poised to attack. I covered my eyes with my hands to avoid seeing any more werewolves being brutally massacred like the first time, and when the sounds of battle and shooting and werewolves dying did not reach my ears when I expected them to, I opened them to a surprising, unexpected sight. The Darryl Pack wolves falling in surrender. It was the natural wolf pose of submission, of accepting that number h
AureliaZephyron flinched as if I had struck him across the face. His hands hovered in the space between us, trembling slightly, before falling heavily to his sides. The shame in his gray eyes instantly hardened.He didn’t want to be the villain in front of the cameras. He wanted to be the tragic A
Aurelia's POV The entire ballroom went dead silent at the sight of her. The applause died instantly, replaced by a wave of collective gasps.Lyra didn't look at the elders. She didn't look at the Headmistress. Her glittering, predatory eyes locked straight onto Zephyron, ignoring me entirely as if
Aurelia's POV “I put fifty credits on her getting dumped before the clock strikes midnight,” a sharp voice sneered from the row of marble sinks.It was Chloe, one of Lyra’s old inner circle. She was adjusting her diamond earrings, her eyes tracking my reflection through the glass with pure disdain
Aurelia's POV I pressed the cold towel against Zephyron’s bruised knuckles, watching the way his jaw tightly clenched.He didn’t look at me. His gray eyes were locked on the empty ice, his breathing heavy and ragged.“You’re pushing yourself too hard, Zeph,” I whispered.He let out a harsh breath,







