MasukChapter 135: Whispers to the Moon ANYA’S POVI sat alone in the center of our massive bed, my back pressed against the carved wooden headboard, with Damien’s favorite black shirt draped loosely over my lap. The room lay wrapped in deep, velvet night, illuminated only by a single candle flickering on the bedside table. Its weak flame cast long, trembling shadows across the walls, making the space feel both too large and painfully empty. My hands trembled as I pressed them gently against my still-flat stomach. The healer’s words continued to echo in my mind like a distant bell: Five weeks. A pup. Damien’s pup. I traced slow, protective circles over the skin beneath my nightgown, as if I could somehow reach the tiny spark of life growing inside me. Fresh tears slipped silently down my cheeks, warm against my cool skin. “You are in here, little one,” I whispered, my voice cracking in the suffocating quiet. “Your father should be here with us right now. He should know he is going to b
Chapter 134: Abyss of Regrets DAMIEN’S POVI woke with a violent gasp, my body slamming against something that felt like cold stone yet dissolved into smoke the moment I touched it. The impact rattled through my bones, stealing the air from my lungs. Darkness stretched in every direction, an endless, suffocating void that pressed against my skin with icy, probing fingers. It wasn't a mere absence of light. This darkness breathed, it watched, and it hungered. Faint silver threads drifted through the emptiness like dying stars, casting pale, ghostly glows that revealed nothing solid. My chest rose and fell rapidly. I could breathe, I could move. Yet everything felt detached, as if my body were a borrowed shell, heavy and unfamiliar. A dull throb pulsed behind my eyes, echoing the memory of the red moon burning overhead like a wound in the sky. “Anya?” My voice cracked through the void, only to bounce back distorted and mocking, as if the abyss itself were laughing at me. I staggered
Chapter 133: New Life in the Ruins ANYA’S POVI woke to soft light filtering through heavy curtains and the familiar weight of Damien’s blanket across my legs. My head throbbed. My mouth felt dry as sand. I blinked slowly, trying to remember how I ended up back in our bed. The last clear memory was the elders’ voices rising in the great hall, their accusations cutting deep, then the floor rushing up to meet me. How long had I been out? Hours? Days? I pushed myself up on shaky elbows and looked around. Iris sat in the chair beside the bed with a book in her lap. Gavin stood by the window, his arms crossed, staring out at the training fields. A healer I recognized from the pack infirmary mixed herbs in a small bowl near the table. They all turned toward me at once. “What happened?” I asked, my voice hoarse. “Why am I here? How long was I out?”Iris set her book down and moved closer. She took my hand gently. “Calm down, Anya. You passed out during the meeting with the elders. You hav
Chapter 132: Faded Scent ANYA’S POVI curled up in the middle of Damien’s enormous bed and pulled his black shirt over my face like a blanket. The fabric still held his scent, that deep mix of pine from the forest runs, steel from his blades, and the warm musk that was purely him. I breathed it in until my lungs burned, then let the tears come again. They soaked the collar and made the material cling to my cheeks. Days had passed since that cursed night, yet every morning I woke reaching for him only to find cold sheets. My chest felt hollow, like someone had scooped out everything good and left only sharp edges behind. The room smelled like him everywhere. His boots still sat by the door where he kicked them off after patrols. Maps and strategy notes covered the desk in his messy handwriting. The chair by the window held the imprint of his body from nights he stayed up watching over me. I pressed the shirt tighter to my nose and whispered his name into the quiet. “Damien… come ba
Chapter 131: Graves and RefusalsANYA’S POVI knelt on the cold chamber floor with Damien’s head resting in my lap. His skin felt like ice under my trembling fingers. No breath moved his chest. No familiar heartbeat answered my touch. The red moon had set hours ago, yet its curse still lingered in the black veins crawling across his neck and chest. Rowan’s body lay prepared in the next room, wrapped and ready for the journey back to Crescent Moon territory. I rocked slowly back and forth and kept whispering Damien’s name, begging him to open his eyes.The lead Shadow Clan elder entered with two others close behind. They carried glowing crystals and heavy ancient scrolls that smelled of old blood and incense. The elder stopped a respectful distance away and spoke in a calm, measured voice. “The veil between worlds grows thin after nights like this. We can perform the old rites to try pulling him back. Such things have succeeded before.”I surged to my feet, fury cutting through my grie
Chapter 130: The Final Goodbye ANYA’S POV Everything inside me shattered and reformed into pure fury. Damien lay crumpled on the floor, his body twitching as dark shadows coiled around him like living chains. Cassian stood over him with that smug shadow form twisting around his body. Rowan’s lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling behind me. The hall reeked of blood and smoke and betrayal. Tonight had stolen too much. I would not let it take anything else. My power surged without invitation. The four elements answered my rage as one. Wind howled through the broken windows while fire ignited along my arms. The ground beneath my feet cracked open and water gathered in deadly spinning blades around me. I felt my wolf rise too, claws extending from my fingers and fangs lengthening in my mouth. Hybrid fury burned through every vein. “You touched what is mine,” I snarled at Cassian. “Now you die.” I thrust my hands forward. A tornado of fire and wind slammed into him. His shadows sc
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.
Chapter 51: Curse and Desire DAMIEN’S POV I walked into the council chamber with pain already simmering low in my veins as I took my seat at the head of the long oak table. The elders filed in one by one with their faces drawn tight and serious under the flickering torchlight that cast long shado
Chapter 47: Midnight Reckoning ROWAN’S POV The pack house drowned in darkness and silence as I slipped through the side door just past eleven. I wore a sweater then a jacket which I zipped high against the chill of the night. Tomorrow night the moon would rise full and red for Cassandra’s execu
Chapter 46: Shadows of the Curse DAMIEN’S POV I gripped the car door handle tight as Gavin pulled out of the pack house drive, the gravel crunched loud under tires in the dead night. Pain burned deep in my veins like liquid fire spreading slowly from my chest to my fingertips as the curse flared







