ログインChapter 95: Chains and MoonlightDAMIEN’S POV I carried her through the darkened halls of the stronghold, her head rested limp against my shoulder, and her bound wrists pressed to my chest. Victory tasted sharper than any wine I had ever swallowed. The moon goddess had once more smiled on me tonight, she had delivered my prize straight into my arms.Lior had warned me that Rowan would never spill the true location of the Codex to him if he’s not up to something. I knew that too well. Rowan loved Anya so much, that meant he would protect everything that is tied to her safety. So when he deliberately fed Rowan the half-truth about the book being at her parent’s house we both knew the trap would spring. I kicked the door to my chamber open with my boot and crossed to the wide bed draped in black silk. I laid her down gently, arranged her limbs so she looked almost peaceful. Almost like the girl who once looked at me with trust instead of terror. I pulled the silver-threaded chains fro
Chapter 94: Shadows on the RidgeANYA’S POV I paced the length of Rowan’s study with my arms crossed right across my chest and felt the heat climb up my neck every time I glanced at him. The evening light slanted through the narrow windows and painted long stripes of gold across the floorboards while he sat behind his desk with his hands folded and his expression calm in a way that made my teeth grind. “You told him,” I said and stopped right in front of the desk so he had to look up at me. “You told Lior the book is at my parents’ house even after I asked you to keep your mouth shut.”Rowan exhaled through his nose and leaned back in the chair. “I didn’t tell him the exact location. I only said it’s there. That’s all.”“That’s enough.” My voice rose sharper than I meant it to and I hated how it cracked at the end. “I trusted you to stay quiet. You promised, Rowan.”“I needed to test him.” He stood slowly and walked around the desk until he stood close enough that I could smell the
Chapter 93: The Fire In The Glass DAMIEN’S POV I stood barefoot on the cold stone floor of my chamber and cradled the heavy crystal glass of dark red wine in one hand while I watched the sun claw its way over the eastern ridge. Orange and gold bled across the sky with such vicious brightness that my eyes stung for a moment. I lifted the glass slowly and took a long sip. The wine burned down my throat with a familiar heat and spread warmth through my chest as a lazy smile tugged at my lips. This smile felt different from the ones I had forced for months. It sat loose and real on my face and for the first time in ages the tight knot behind my ribs eased just enough to let me breathe.Lior’s words echoed in my skull with quiet insistence.“I can get Anya out of Crescent Moon alone. She will walk straight into your hands.”A low laugh escaped me and bounced softly off the walls. I tilted the glass again and swallowed half the contents in one go. The taste coated my tongue with victory
Chapter 92: The Trap in the Study ROWAN’S POV Sunlight crept through the shutters and warmed the new sheets tangled around my legs. I woke slowly, expecting to feel Anya’s weight against my chest or her hair tickling my throat. Instead the bed stayed empty on her side. I opened my eyes and found her sitting in the chair by the window with her knees drawn up and her arms wrapped around them. She stared out at the courtyard below like the world had paused and she was the only thing still moving inside it.I sat up fast so fast the mattress dipped under me. “Anya?”She blinked and turned her head. For half a heartbeat she looked startled, like she hadn’t heard me come awake. Then she flashed a small, and tight smile, the kind that never reached her eyes.I swung my legs off the bed and crossed the room barefoot. When I reached her I rested one hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently. “You’re up early. What’s going on?”She leaned her cheek against my knuckles for a second before she
Chapter 91: Shadows on ParchmentANYA’S POV Moonlight slipped through the half-open shutters and painted pale stripes across the new mattress Rowan had dragged in earlier this morning. The old one, along with every pillow, blanket, and scrap of linen Cassandra had ever touched, sat in a charred heap outside the pack house window. He had set it ablaze himself right after we moved back in, flames licking high while he watched with that quiet, satisfied look he got whenever he destroyed something that had hurt me. Now the room smelled of fresh cedar and smoke instead of her perfume. I loved it.I lay on my side with my head propped on one hand and watched him stretch out beside me. He wore nothing but loose sleep pants that rode low on his hips. The firelight from the hearth caught the ridges of muscle along his stomach and the faint scars that mapped his skin like old stories. He caught me staring and raised one brow.“What?” he asked, his voice low and rough from the day.I reached ou
Chapter 90: The Blade In The PackDAMIEN’S POV The war room felt smaller than usual with the morning sun slicing through the tail narrow windows and throwing long sharp shadows across the scarred oak table. Dust motes drifted in the light like tiny sparks waiting to catch. I paced the length of the room with my boots striking the flagstones hard enough to echo off the stone walls. I’d sent a trusted scout, Thorne to the Veil to find Anya, there was no way I would sit here and wait for Cassandra’s plan to start making shape. But I was disappointed to hear that she’d left the Veil. My first suspicion was Crescent Moon Pack, but I wasn’t sure enough until I confirmed it. I stopped at the head of the table and planted both palms flat on the map of Crescent Moon Pack. Red ink slashed across the gates and circled the pack house. The eastern ridge bore a black X where her family home still stood like a taunt. My knuckles whitened and my nails bit into the parchment. I could feel Maximus p
Chapter 43: The Lie and Hidden Secrets ANYA’S POV Sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains as it shone on my face, causing me to wake slowly. I could feel warmth on my face but heavy in my limbs. My body felt heavy as every muscle was sore and my strength returned in slow and painful trickles.
Chapter 41: The Price of Poison DAMIEN’S POV I caught Anya before she hit the ground as her body went limp in my arms like all the fight drained out of her at once. Her head fell against my chest as her black hair spilled over my suit. I carried her like she weighed nothing, because indeed she di
Chapter 38: Shadows of the Past ANYA’S POV The grand hall looked exactly like I remembered it, only bigger and colder, with all those white roses spilling from every corner and silver lights floating above like fake stars. My heels clicked on the polished floor as Damien led me in with his arm s
Chapter 39: The Truth Unleashed ROWAN’S POVPain clawed through every muscle as I pushed myself up from the cold floor of the hidden safe room beneath the pack house. My vision swam for a second, blurry and dark at the edges, but I blinked it clear and gripped the wall hard, forcing my legs to hol







