LOGINChapter 170: Fragments of YesterdayANYA’S POVI opened my eyes to the sound of my son crying. The wails pierced through the heavy silence of the bathroom and pulled me from the fog. Cold porcelain pressed against my cheek. I lay curled beneath the bathtub, legs drawn tight to my chest, my back against the tiled wall. My clothes clung to my skin, damp from hours of sitting in the same spot. I did not remember how long I had stayed there this time. It’s been a week since Damien died, yet every morning felt like the first cruel reminder. The baby’s cries grew louder. I pushed myself up slowly. My muscles ached. My joints protested as I crawled out from under the tub and stood on unsteady feet. I moved like a ghost through my own home, bare feet silent on the floor. The mirror caught my reflection for a brief second. Sunken eyes stared back at me, hair tangled and dull. I turned away and opened the bathroom door. Iris stood in the nursery across the hall, rocking my son in her arms. S
Chapter 169: Fury Unleashed ANYA’S POVPower flooded every inch of my body until I no longer recognized myself. My eyes burned hot, shifting to a glowing red that painted the world in streaks of crimson. Something inside me snapped completely. No more fear. No more restraint. Only raw, endless rage. I stepped forward, and the ground cracked beneath my boots. Flames roared higher around me, three times stronger than anything I had ever summoned before. The wind howled like a living storm, and the earth itself answered with violent tremors.Cassandra charged again in her massive wolf form. Her claws scraped the blood-soaked stones. I did not dodge this time. I thrust both hands out and sent a torrent of fire straight into her chest. The flames exploded against her fur with blinding force. She yelped and twisted mid-air, but I followed with a column of water that slammed her down hard. She crashed onto her side, skidding across the courtyard. Smoke rose from her burned hide.I walked to
Chapter 168: Blood and Fury ANYA’S POVI stared at Damien as his words sank into me like broken glass. He had just told me he would die tonight. The Moon Goddess had only sent him back on borrowed time. Once he fulfilled his purpose of protecting us, he would leave again. Permanently. My chest tightened until I could barely draw a breath. The celebration downstairs felt like a cruel joke. The music sounded distant and mocking.“No,” I said. My voice shook at first, then hardened with resolve. “Over my dead body will I let you walk into that battlefield knowing this. You are not leaving me again. Not like this.”Damien reached for me, but I stepped back quickly. My hands trembled as I clutched the front of his shirt, twisting the fabric tight between my fingers.“Anya, we do not have time,” he said. “The enemy is already inside the walls.”“Then run!” I cried. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks. I turned to Gavin and Iris who stood near the door. Their faces looked pale with shock. “Tak
Chapter 167: The Final Night DAMIEN’S POVThe guard’s words cut through the celebration like a blade. “Alpha, there has been a breach on the eastern wall. Black-robed figures. Dozens of them. They are moving fast toward the main grounds.”I stood slowly from the head table, every muscle in my body tensing. The music faltered. Heads turned. I kept my voice steady, the way an alpha should. “Gavin, take two squads and secure the inner perimeter. Seal the nursery wing first. No one gets near my family. Elders, move the guests to the lower halls. Warriors with me.”Chaos did not erupt immediately. Years of training held the pack together as people moved with purpose instead of panic. I kissed Anya’s temple quickly, my hand lingering on her waist. “Stay with Iris and the baby. Lock the doors behind you.”She grabbed my arm, eyes wide with fear. “Damien, wait—”“I will come back,” I promised, though the words tasted like ash. I already knew the truth the Moon Goddess had burned into me. Thi
Chapter 166: The Weight in His Eyes ANYA’S POVI woke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the heavy curtains. Our son lay nestled against my side in the wide bed, his tiny fingers curled around the edge of the blanket. The room smelled of fresh linen and the faint herbal scent Mira had left in a bowl on the nightstand. For a moment everything felt peaceful. Then I turned my head and saw Damien standing by the window, staring out at the grounds with his back to me. His shoulders were tense, his hands clasped behind him. He had been like this since the night he collapsed in the study. Distant in a way that had nothing to do with lost memories.I sat up slowly, careful not to wake the baby. My body still ached from the birth and the surgery, but the pain felt secondary to the unease twisting in my chest. Damien turned when he heard me move. His golden eyes softened the instant they met mine, but there was something else there. A heaviness. A longing mixed with sorrow tha
Chapter 165: Little Fox DAMIEN’S POVI closed the door softly behind the last visitor and let the quiet settle over the room. The celebration still hummed downstairs, but in here the world narrowed to just the three of us. Anya lay propped against a pile of pillows, her face pale but peaceful. Our son slept in the cradle beside the bed, his tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I crossed the room and knelt beside her, taking her hand in both of mine.“You need to rest,” I said, brushing my thumb across her knuckles. “The healers said you should not push yourself after the surgery.”She gave me a tired smile that still managed to light something inside my chest. “I am resting. You are the one who keeps hovering.”I chuckled softly and stood, then moved to the small table where Mira had left a tray of warm broth, fresh bread, and sliced fruit. I filled a bowl and carried it back to the bed, sitting on the edge so I could help her. “Eat a little. For me. For him.”Anya let m
Chapter 69: The First Shift ANYA’S POVThe moment Damien stepped through the swirling mist everything changed. One heartbeat and the valley rang with war—spells cracking like lightning, claws ripping flesh, growls and shouts blending into one endless roar—and the next second silence swallowed it w
Chapter 61: The Four Threads ANYA’S POV I sat on the low stone bench in the center of the chamber with my knees pulled tight to my chest and stared at the woman who looked exactly like my mother. But this woman claims to be my aunt. An aunt that I’d never heard of from my mother. My throat felt
Chapter 56: Fractured Control DAMIEN’S POV I stood under the scalding spray of the shower with water pounding my shoulders and steam filling the bathroom. The steam was as thick as fog while the curse burned slowly and steadily in my veins like a banked fire that refused to die. Every drop that h
Chapter 55: Chained Awakening ANYA’S POV I came back to myself slowly with my head throbbing like someone had driven a spike through my skull. The sunlight filtered through heavy curtains in soft golden stripes across the bed. I tried to sit up and a sharp pain lanced through my temple so fierce.







