登入ZARIA'S POV The morning after the standoff at the gates, I couldn't sit still. My mind was a complete mess. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Garrick’s hollow, pale face looking up at the balcony. My emotions were all over the place, looping between a strange sense of relief and a lingering, heavy anxiety. I knew that if I stayed in my room staring at the ceiling, I would drive myself insane. So, I walked down to Maeve’s greenhouse just to give my hands something to do.Camilla came with me, of course. She hadn't left my side since the assassin attack in the gallery, acting like a silent, protective shadow. I sat on a low wooden stool at one of the workbenches, sorting through a massive pile of dried mud-roots that Maeve used for making healing salves. The repetitive motion of scraping the soil off the skin with a small knife was the only thing keeping me grounded.Camilla sighed, her expression turning incredibly soft and sympathetic. She sat down on the edge of the workbench nex
GARRICK'S POVThe ride back south to the Bloodmoon territory was completely miserable.Nobody said a single word during the entire trek. The silence among my men was heavy and suffocating. The horses trudged slowly through the mud and melting slush, their heads hanging low.The absolute humiliation of being turned away at the northern gates hung over us like a dark cloud. At the very front of the line, I rode in a state of quiet, boiling madness. I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened at the border. The Lycan King had stood there and dragged my pride through the dirt in front of my own army. He had threatened to wipe my entire pack, and the worst part was that I knew he could do it.But what was truly driving me insane was the feeling in my chest. The broken mate bond was chewing at me. It kept telling me that Zaria was alive, but she wasn't mine anymore.She was with him. She was safe in the north, protected by a king, while I was riding back in total defeat. By the t
ZARIA'S POV From my hidden spot on the dark balcony, I watched the Bloodmoon convoy completely fall apart.Garrick stumbled backward, his boots slipping on the icy cobblestones. Without saying a single word to defend himself, Garrick scrambled back onto his massive black horse. He pulled the reins so hard the horse reared up in a panic. Then, he turned around in defeat.The rest of his warriors followed his lead immediately. They looked absolutely terrified.They rode out of the pavilion with their heads bowed, completely humiliated in front of the northern army. The heavy iron gates of the valley groaned loudly as they were pulled shut behind them. My guards quickly escorted me away from the freezing balcony. They didn't take me back to my bedroom. Instead, they led me straight to Cassian’s private study in the center of the estate. The heavy oak doors clicked shut behind me, leaving me entirely alone in the quiet room.The study was beautiful and massive, filled from floor to ceil
ZARIA'S POV From my spot on the dark balcony, I had a perfect view of the courtyard. The heavy iron doors directly beneath me groaned open, and Cassian walked out into the flickering orange light of the bonfires.He went out completely alone. No guards. He didn’t need them.The second his boots hit the snow, the whole mood in the courtyard shifted. His energy rolled across the stone pavilion like a heavy, invisible wave. I could see the Bloodmoon horses immediately panicking, their riders struggling to keep them steady. Even the tough warriors at the front of Garrick’s line took a step back, their faces turning pale under their helmets. The sheer force of his presence seemed to push against the cold night air, making the entire space feel tight and dangerous.Garrick sat on his horse, his eyes locking onto Cassian. The difference between the two men was crazy. Cassian looked like a mountain, solid and entirely untouched by the cold or the tension. Garrick looked like a ghost. He got
ZARIA'S POV The messenger’s words felt like a physical blow to the room. The sudden silence in the art gallery vanished, replaced by an instant wave of high-alert panic. The guards by the doors didn't even wait for a command; their hands dropped straight to the hilts of their swords.Cassian stood perfectly still for a second, his dark hair falling into his face. I could feel the exact moment his energy shifted from a protective mate back to a ruthless king. The fur on his jaw disappeared completely, and his long claws slid back under his skin, but his expression stayed cold.He turned to his lead commander, his voice dropping into a dangerous, quiet rumble that made everyone freeze. "Lock down the entire inner perimeter right now," he ordered. "I want the archers on the walls. I want them armed and ready to fire on my mark."The commander nodded quickly, his heavy armor rattling as he listened."And do not let Garrick or his men set a single foot inside my private palace," Cassian a
ZARIA'S POV The air behind me turned freezing cold. My human survival instincts, the ones that had kept me alive through years of torment, screamed at me to move, but my body couldn't react fast enough. I could feel the sharp, phantom bite of a blade inches from my shoulder blades. The ceiling assassin had caught me completely off guard, dropping from the darkness of the rafters like a spider. I braced myself for the pain, my fingers tightening around the hilt of my dagger as I tried to twist my body around to at least take a piece of him with me.Before the cold metal could pierce my skin, a sound tore through the gallery that shook the very foundation of the palace.It wasn't a human scream, and it wasn't a normal wolf's howl. It was a deafening, primal roar of pure, unadulterated fury that vibrated right through the stone floorboards and shattered the glass panes of the nearest arched window. The heavy oak doors of the art gallery flew off their hinges, splintering into pieces aga
CYNTHIA’S POVI paced back and forth in the damp underground corridor, the frantic clicking of my heels matching the terrifying hammering in my chest. I was losing my mind.It had been three full days since I sent the elite execution squad into the neutral forest to finish off Zaria, and not a sing
ZARIA'S POV "You look great, Zaria," Camilla said, smoothing the shoulders of a deep green tunic. "Seriously, stop pulling at the collar. You're going to rip the stitching.""I'm trying to see if I can use it to cover my face," I muttered, staring at my reflection. "Are you sure I can't stay here?
ZARIA'S POV I stared at the heavy oak door as it clicked shut behind Cassian. . The Lycan King’s terrifyingly tempting offer of a revenge alliance, still hung in the air like thick smoke. But right now, my skin felt too tight, my blood pumping like battery acid through my veins.I needed to breath
ZARIA'S POV The steady, rhythmic beep of a heart monitor was the first sound I heard as I finally drifted back into consciousness. I blinked against the soft, warm lighting of the room, expecting the freezing rain or the damp earth of the ravine. Instead, I was staring at a ceiling of polished bl







