"So what do you want me to do?" I asked.
"Follow your heart without fear. You can do it."
I knew what he was talking about. My wishes were that rogue wolves who became a threat to their packs would find redemption, and lone wolves to find a home where they would stay free and secure.
I began to see those wishes come true. I wasn't alone, I had Tyrion's help, and the support of other pack members like Adolph, Sabrina, Basten, Magnus, and Ophelia. These are some notable persons in our community who joined me in reaching out to lone wolves in the wilderness and bringing them into our community.
We had withstood unrepentant rogue wolves and rescued the intimidated lone wolves. One of the mischievous rogue wolves that would never accept our plan was the group organized by a rogue beta, Osiris. A very wicked lycan, who hadn't shown mercy to anyone at all. Forgiveness and sympathy were taboo to him.
I haven't seen him before, but I have heard rumors about him. I strongly believed it was his people who attacked me in the wilderness before Tyrion's rescue.
Because of Osiris, we were slow in our expansion. We planned on bringing into our community as many rogue and lone wolves as possible. It was meant to be done in months, but Osiris and his lycans were a thorn in our side, making it extend into years, getting close to a decade.
"We are tired of this. Why don't we let it be and stay with the ones we have gotten already?" Magnus said. "You know we have been living our lives in this community without any trouble or fight. Why do you have to change?"
"Other lycans need a home, we are giving them the help they need," I replied.
"I don't see it as being wise. Why not mind our own business and live our lives without risking our lives and putting the lives of our family in danger?"
"Why are you being selfish, Magnus? Are you forgetting we were once like them?"
Tyrion, who was seated silently, spoke out for the first time in conversation. "Let him speak his mind, Ophelia. Let him speak," he said looking at Magnus with a disdainful look. "If I had acted like the way you speak, do you think you would be here? There wouldn't be a community like this for you to raise your kids."
Magnus pulled his back to his chair and raised his hands. "I was just saying for our safety. Our ladies are threatened every single day, and our kids are afraid to go to the brook. Even our hunters can't hunt freely anymore. And we are starving!"
"I know what you are saying, Magnus, and I am not completely against it," I said. "The fact is that there is no real fight without an injury. This is only a test of our patience. We have to stay strong if we must succeed."
"How can we succeed, Ryanna? How?" Adolph, who wasn't saying anything, burst out. "This is reality, and motivation cannot protect our wives and kids..." Magnus quickly lifted his shoulder and raised his hands, wearing a fulfilled expression on his face.
"Take a look at us!" Adolph swept his hands over our direction. "Doing this for over eight years now is enough to be strong." He turned to Magnus, "I'm not saying we are going to back out or every Lycan bears his burden..." Magnus's excited expression went down.
"What are you talking about then?" Tyrion asked.
"We cannot succeed without a fight. It is high time we stop relying on dialogues and sympathetic gestures; those are for the lone wolves. But there are rogue wolves that still have in them the monstrous Lycan nature. We can't help them, and we can't avoid them..."
"We have to start raising soldiers. Our hunters should be trained as fighters. We should start developing weapons, using the resources we can get."
"That is violence, Adolph. You know violence is against what we stand for in this community," Basten said.
"Don't say that, we know that's a fallacy! What kept our Lycan princess alive?" I felt a tick as Adolph mentioned "Lycan princess" and swiftly pointed his head in my direction.
"Please answer me, Tyrion. Did we shake hands with Osiris' men and give them a life-changing speech and did they let her go? We bloody fought with them to save her!"
"That was different," Tyrion said and Adolph chuckled. "Look, we fought them off and took her away, and that's the same thing we are doing to some lycans. We rescue them and leave. We don't go out to war with Lycans that disagree with us. We have a mandate of peace..."
"Cut that crap, Tyrion!" Adolph cried out, slapping the table. "Where are we? In the afterlife? This is the real world, Tyrion!"
He stood up wearing an austere look on his face, his chest was out, and his brow furrowed. "The way you two are going with this..." He pointed at Tyrion and me, "We will all be dead before we realize we have been joking all along. Mark my words, this war you all are running away from will come knocking at your door, and then you can't run away from it."
He pushed his seat away and walked out of the table. "Adolph!" Tyrion called out.
"Damn you, Tyrion! Whenever you all get serious you know where to find me," Adolph said leaving the room without looking back.
Leaving the tent where we had agreed I was walking around the camp and I heard some loud voices. It was like a fierce banter, but then I heard screams. I wanted to go my way, but I held myself back and walked up to the scene.
As I got there, the noise came from a few people gathered at a spot. I saw blood on the face of a boy, lying weakly on a man's body.
{Ryanna’s POV}They said the end of the war would bring silence.But no one warned me how loud it would be.The screams had faded, the fires smothered, the clash of bodies and snapping bones replaced by the soft, unbroken hush of snow beneath boots and paws.Speaking of the snow, it fell at the end of the war. And everyone watched the flakes drop from the heavens like they had been waiting for a victor to emerge.Despite all that, I could still hear everything. The silence due to the mourning, the silence from the lack of battle…Everyone had enough time to mourn, if only for a moment.The snow no longer bent with the weight of bodies. The snow was no longer slick with blood.But the memory of it all never left us. And I had a feeling it would never do so. Just like I told Nyra, we would only learn to accept it and move on.We returned to the heart of the Snow Pack a few days after Aurelius’s fall. Not the battlefield, not the outskirts, but the old village. The parts untouched by wa
{Ryanna’s POV}He handed me a tonic just as the words left my lips.“I know you don't plan to fight in that condition, right?”I took it and gulped what I could. I wasn’t expecting much, knowing fully well the Cyclis Bloom was long exhausted, but every boost helped. Clarity flowed through me like a welcomed guest.The first thing I noticed was Casper's hair. Something I didn’t pay attention to because of how fast he came in… Heck, his arm even dangled weakly from its socket due to the impact. But he popped it back in effortlessly.That said, his hair was… white. Not naturally, not from age. It was dyed. A crude job, but deliberate. Still damp at the ends from whatever tonic he’d used.Casper stood with me on the field, silver-white locks like a mirror to mine.A final rejection of Aurelius.He didn’t say anything about it. He didn’t need to.“Nice look,” I muttered. Almost stunned.“Had some pretty good inspiration.” He said before transforming. That was all the time we had for pleas
{Ryanna’s POV}So this was it.After all the years of fleeing, of being beaten near death, of clawing back, of burying names and faces I could never truly afford to mourn. After over a decade of running, chasing, and surviving. I stood before the monster who started it all.Face to face with the enabler of the system that made my reality such a hell.“Aurelius Marx.” I breathed.He was larger than I would've imagined possible. Towering in his wolf form, he looked like he was sculpted from some nightmare. And that nightmare had a name… Moongrave.His fur flowed like ink, his muscles taut with fury, his crimson eyes seemed to glow with the blood of every life he had taken. His very presence felt repulsive and impossibly domineering.Compelling… no. Forcing everyone around to bow their heads in complete and bitter surrender… fear… reverence.He was the Alpha behind the myths. The terror behind the name.The very one whose blood I would taste at last.I met his lunge in kind.Our bodies c
{Ryanna’s POV}The field erupted into unrestrained chaos.It began with one howl — Nyra’s. Sharp. Unrelenting. Then mine followed, carrying the weight of every war cry that had ever been choked back. Together, they cracked the air without regard for how wild it could've sounded.The fighting followed shortly after.Wolves lunged across the frostbitten dirt, meeting Aurelius’s army with fang and claw. There was no formality. No positioning. Only chaos.What else was supposed to happen when a couple of thousand wolves faced off against tens of thousands?I saw a Hollowfang warrior leap over a burning tent, his jaws snapping a soldier’s throat mid-air. Blood sprayed in an arc as they fell together.To my left, Adolph tackled a beast twice his size. They rolled through crushed snow and ash, teeth flashing, claws raking fur. He didn’t stop even when the thing stopped breathing. He just kept going, shredding flesh like he wanted to erase it from existence.Screams filled the cold.A young w
{Ryanna’s POV}The howl that marked our return didn’t rise.Too many throats were hoarse from mourning.Nyra and I approached the pack slowly on horseback. What was once a quiet expanse of land had transformed, rows of tents stretched out like markings across the white of snow. Fires crackled low in shielded circles. Wolves moved in silence, some limping, others bandaged, all watching for shadows that hadn’t yet come but could strike at any moment.The air of death was especially thick due to the cold winds.For some reason, no one ever saw the snow fall during the war, yet the soil was always densely covered by it.Nyra exhaled through her nose. “There are more than I expected.”I nodded. “Every able-bodied wolf we called has come.”Her brow tightened. “That’s good. But…”“But it means supplies won’t stretch,” I finished for her.She turned toward me, face unreadable. “We’re already sharing cloaks. Half the warriors haven’t eaten in two days. If this lasts more than a couple of battl
{Ryanna’s POV}White linen blanketed the field like a second snowfall.Some bodies were whole. Others had been gathered together with whatever dignity trembling hands could manage. All of them were still. Quiet. Blood soaked through the cloth in too many places to count.At some point, the white cloth was an equal part red as it was white.I didn’t cry.There were no tears left in me.Not after the number of cubs I counted amongst the dead. Especially one whose linen the wind blew aside when I passed. The boy’s face was frozen in something that looked too much like confusion to be fear.I tore my eyes away, covering the cloth again.His face would forever be burned into my mind… “Or would it?” I wondered.I could already see myself losing touch with my ability to feel after seeing so much death. I wondered about the cubs that had to grow up in such environments. The parents who lost their sons and daughters… the children who lost their mothers and fathers. Their siblings. All for a w