Mag-log inAria's POVEverything in the guest suite was calm except for the popping of the cedar wood as it burnt to ashes in the fireplace.I wished we could go back to Draven’s packhouse; it was now home to me, plus my son is there. But we couldn’t leave.We needed to go to the weeping altar first.I glanced at Draven; he was lying motionlessly in the middle of the huge feather bed. He breathed deeply, slowly, and heavily; the violent convulsions that shook him an hour ago were finally calmed by thick wolfs' pelts. The abnormal body temperature had lowered to bearable warmth, though pale moonlight falling onto his face showed deep purple hollows of pure exhaustion.The full moon was close.I was standing near the small table wiping off the pieces of copper from my wrists with a piece of linen soaked in the cold water from the basin.The shallow cuts where his claws penetrated were already healing thanks to the ambient hum of the Tear of Elyra. However, the lingering pain remained, as if echoin
Serena’s POVThe iron cuffs bit into the flesh of my wrists and felt cold and hard until my hands felt like ice-filled sacs.Every move I made on the cold granite floor produced loud rattling sounds of the heavy chains that were chained to the floor by four additional links. Two of them were attached to my legs, and two others were attached to my hands, pulling my arms wide to the sides so that I couldn't even try to hug my knees to my chest for warmth. They had stripped me from my linen shift and given me a rough sack of burlap that scratched my collarbones and reeked of moldy grain.They treated me like a rabid beast.Me.The daughter of the top Beta family in the southern territories. But Kael had looked at me as if I were a rat he could kick.You will never see the sun again.The words rang in the empty space of the vaulted ceiling, tearing through the pain of the memory of Kael's heavy hands around my arms, his smell of cedar and burning ozone. He had thrown me against the bed li
Kael’s POVThe biting winds of the frozen mountain whipped across the stone terrace. But nothing could put out the blaze of inferno burning inside my chest."...after the rogues you sent tried to kill me..."The words Aria spoke rang in my mind like an iron hammer on an anvil, breaking my reality into pieces one by one. She had looked at me with the most sincere conviction. She hadn't suspected anything. She hadn't questioned anything. For all the months, she had believed in one thing with all her heart, that the Alpha who had sworn on the sacred ancestral blood of Valemont to protect her had hired mercenaries to rip her to pieces.Because I had rejected her and forsaken my promises.A strangled snarl rose to my lips.I turned around and whirled away with my slate woolen cloak whipping behind me and ran off the terrace into the colonnade.The guards snapped to attention seeing me pass by, but none of them dared to look into my eyes. The overwhelming frequency of my wolf aura was brea
Another thirty minutes passed, and the fever in Draven’s blood subsided.Resting on the floorboards covered with splinters, supporting his weight, I tried to coax my Nullifier channels into his blood, calming his body and soul. Bit by bit, the corded black ridges on his neck melted away. His harsh, ragged breathing smoothed into occasional long breaths.Only after Draven finally relaxed and fell asleep did I carefully lay him on the bed.But he didn’t stir from his unconscious state. The usually immovable rock carved from pure, stubborn granite had been completely exhausted by the struggle with the ancient monster inside him.I threw the thick wolf-pelt furs over his shoulders and wrapped them around his massive body, shivering with aftershocks of my own static.The marks on my wrists where his claws had punctured the skin during his convulsions stopped bleeding because of the healing power of the focus stone. But the deep ache in my bones would not go away.The room reeked of burnt m
He tried to catch himself on the wooden post of the bed, but he was too weak.A guttural groan ripped through his chest, sounding like an iron chain being stretched to the extreme."Draven!"I rushed to him and caught him by the waist, holding him upright from the floor.The heat coming off his skin burned. Beneath the linen tunic, his veins were twisting and pulsing, as if they were alive, wriggling under the surface of the skin.The golden sparks in his eyes extinguished completely, and the obsidian darkness appeared, flickering with the hungry fire of the beast dwelling inside him.His jaw clenched so tight that the muscle threatened to tear, his fangs growing and piercing the soft flesh of his bottom lip, drawing the blood that dripped down his chin."Aria..." he groaned, his voice splitting into two separate sounds of two different people; one being the deep baritone of his own voice and another being the guttural rumbling of some ancient beast. He pushed me away with such a forc
She turned back to Draven, and her eyes widened in reverent dread."The sin of the First Age has come to claim its debts, son of the northern throne," Morwen whispered, and her voice dropped into the cadence of the ancient times that seemed to darken the torchlight around us. "Your ancestors believed they could stamp the ancient bloodlines under the iron boots and wash their hands clean from the crime. But when they attacked the lineage of Elyra, they sealed an eternal curse onto themselves."A sick dread formed inside my stomach.Around the table, the war captains stared in horror and disbelief."The Lorekeeper was right, Draven," Morwen continued, taking a cautious step toward Draven and pointing a crooked finger directly at his chest. "Your line wasn't stricken by some random demon. The First Nullifiers have put their retribution into the very marrow of your dynasty. They have crafted an everliving curse, an act of punishment designed to invert the soul of your royal beast, feeding







