LOGINEleanor's POV
He had done enough, and I had endured enough. I wanted my freedom back, and I was in one way or the other going to get it back. Morning soon arrived, and I hadn't even slept a wink. His presence in my room didn't make it feel any better. All through the night, I had thought about a million and one ways I was going to escape. But disappointingly, I found none. He had told me that he was leaving for the office, and I couldn't contain the happiness I had felt. This was my chance to escape, I thought. But he had ordered four of his packed warriors to stay right outside the house, sabotaging my plan of escaping. They would pop out of nowhere the moment I stuck out my head from the window, asking if I needed anything. I was not a thief, nor was I a criminal. So the thought of being heavily guarded madly infuriated me. I have heard stories and read books of how a knight would just popMira p.O.V Arrows flew, some hitting the rogues, others vanishing into the wild. Screams tore through the clearing. I drew my blade, the crude sword Drake had helped us forge. Its weight steadied me. I darted forward, slashing at a rogue that lunged too close, while the wolves from afar dropped dead the moment my inner venom stung, the ones from afar. I would take it upon myself to make sure they regret ever picking on us, and worse still, foolishly choosing the time of the night to attack. The blade slashed through its chest. And crimson liquid gushed out, but then another wolf crashed into me, sending me sprawling. I slammed into a tree, and pain flared, exploding through my back. Before I could absorb the pain, I heard it—the tiny voice of a child's cry. I turned, my heart hammering against my ribs when I finally saw him. A small boy, no older than seven, stood frozen as a ro
Mira's P.O.V The hours during the training stretched long. Like an endless abyss. At first, the Vipers fumbled with the learning. The arrows, when they tried to shoot, veered wide and the string snapped loose. Their hands shook from tension, maybe, and their patience frayed. But Drake did not leave them alone. Like he was one of us, he moved among them. Correcting them in their postures, studying their grips, and shaping discipline from chaos. Here, elbow higher, he told one. And don't forget to breathe before you release the arrow. The Viper did as he was told. But his curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, why should we place our elbows higher? Because it gives you more clarity to aim. Hey, anchor your hand here. He guided another, tapping beneath his jaw. In a blink, he had left the first person and corrected another. Again and again, he corrected them until arrows beg
Mira's P.O.V It was my father's voice standing opposite me. His face was set in cold defiance. His eyes fixed on Drake and glaring daggers at him. We will not submit to wolf training. We are not your kind, and we will not be molded into them. At his words. The clearing went silent, and all eyes slowly turned from my father to Drake, and then to me, a refusal in moments like this could ignite war within seconds. My pulse thundered in my ears. I took a deep breath. Wasn't my father stepping out of line at this point? You don't speak for all of us, father. I said. Finally, I didn't even know how steady my voice was, despite the way my pulse thundered in my ears, his facial features scrunched up in disbelief. You would betray us so easily after what his kind did. Your mother. Father's voice was venomous, searing through the silence. I am not betraying her. I am protecting us. If you
Mira P.O.V Why was he being so kind? Why had he rushed himself to save me? I thought all werewolves were the same, so why this wasn't helping? None of this was helping. Are you really hurt? He asked, examining me, when I remained silent, I'm fine. I said, through gritted teeth, annoyed. And I didn't beg you to save me. The thought that a miscreant like him saved me was a no for me. I pushed him off of me and stood to my feet. Panic struck his being. Careful. I told you they were waiting for the right moment, did I not? Or maybe you planned it with your dog so that I could believe you. I deadpanned. Hurt flashed in his eyes, and I felt a little guilty. I mean, he just saved me back there. But so what I didn't—his reply was low, carrying the weight I didn't want to acknowledge. How do I believe? I had barely finished the sentence when we heard a twig break, someone was coming. We snapp
Mira's P.O.V A bundle. Where did he manage to get those roses? Because we're a species that is always cold. We tend to settle in cold places, which are disadvantageous to growing roses. Did he go all the way to find my mother a bunch of roses. Now that I looked at him thoroughly, he looked sleep deprived. His eyes that only sparkled with radiance are now beginning to lose their light. His skin was becoming pale. Dark bags were sitting ugly beneath his eyes. For a brief moment, guilt clawed at my chest, ruthlessly twisting. It was the withered roses his doing too. How long had he been coming here for? I clenched my hands that rested on my lap so tight, my knuckles turned white. My heart can't be swayed because of a simple gesture. He wouldn't have brought the flowers in the first place if my mother was still alive. With that thought, came another wave of fresh pain. So you think
Drake's P.O.V We've unpacked, Alpha. What? Now? The ground made some crunchy sounds as Jack came over to me. I finally blinked, after looking at Mira's back, until she was nowhere in sight. We stay and guard them. That's why we're here, isn't it? But it's been three months, and there has been no sign of the feral wolves anywhere. Don't think Alpha Darius said the truth back there. I mean, why haven't we sighted even one of them. Jack grumbled. My expression turned thoughtful, and then I quickly glanced around to look at them. They were beginning to look weary, not the vibrant soldiers that arrived here with a lively spirit. Mira was surely hell bent on breaking them, but can't she see they're here to safeguard them, and we can't leave? Or it would prove them right about being like the people who had sent them into hiding. I adopted a softer look. I know it's hard, but one more m







