MasukChapter 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 164: Echoes of the Heart ANYA’S POVI sat on the edge of the bed with my son cradled against my chest, his small breaths steady and warm against my skin. The celebration still echoed faintly from the grand hall below, music and laughter filtering through the thick walls like a distant dream. I should have felt safe. I should have felt joy. Instead, an uneasy tension coiled in my stomach. Something was wrong. The feeling had not left me since the vision, and now it pressed heavier with every passing minute.A loud commotion erupted in the hallway. Shouts. Footsteps pounding against the floor. My heart jumped. I handed the baby to Iris and pushed to my feet, ignoring the pull of the fresh surgical scar across my abdomen.“Stay here,” Iris said quickly, stepping in front of the door. “I will go see what is happening. Please, Anya. You just gave birth. You need rest.”I shook my head and moved around her. “I cannot stay here while something is wrong. Not when it might involve Dam
Chapter 163: Borrowed Time DAMIEN’S POVMira pulled me aside the moment the hallway cleared. Her grip on my arm was surprisingly strong for her age. The celebration continued in the grand hall behind us, laughter and music drifting through the walls like nothing had happened. I kept my face neutral for the sake of the pack, but my heart still raced from watching Anya collapse in terror.“What happened to her?” I asked quietly. “Why was she acting like that?” Mira glanced back toward the room where Iris stayed with Anya and our son, then met my eyes. “That was no ordinary panic. Anya carries the blood of ember and ash. Her powers have always been different. What you saw tonight was a prophetic vision. She saw the future, Damien. A possible future if we do nothing. The scream you heard came from both the vision and reality merging. She watched her child die at the hands of dark forces. The hooded figures are not just Cassandra’s allies. They are part of something older and far more da
Chapter 162: The Coming Storm ANYA’S POVI sat beside Damien at the head table with our son nestled in my arms, the grand hall alive with music, laughter, and the warm glow of countless lanterns. Pack members raised glasses in our direction. Elders clapped each other on the back. Guests from Crescent Moon and Elowen mingled with Ironclaw warriors, sharing stories and congratulations. The air smelled of roasted meats, spiced wine, and fresh bread. Everything looked perfect. A celebration worthy of a new heir.Yet I could not smile.A heavy dread had settled in my chest since the moment we stepped into the hall. It pressed against my ribs like a warning I could not name. I kept one hand on my son’s back and nodded at the right moments, but the joy around me felt distant, like watching a play from behind thick glass. Something was coming. I felt it in my bones, in the way the hairs on my arms stood up, in the way my wolf paced restlessly inside me. I just could not see where it would st
Chapter 12: First Spark ANYA’S POV Damien woke me up by knocking once—it was a sharp and decisive knock—before pushing the door open without waiting for permission. My eyes were barely open when his shadows filled the doorway with that ridiculous mask on his face. “Get up,” he commanded, voice g
Chapter 7: Paradise With Teeth ANYA’S POV I woke with a sharp gasp, the kind that punched the air out of my lungs. My heart thudded hard against my ribs, sweat cooling on my skin. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. Silk sheets clung to my legs. The ceiling above me wasn’t familiar. The scent wasn’
Chapter 8: Tracks In The Mud ROWAN’S POV I hadn’t slept. Not a single second. My room looked like a battlefield after the slaughter, and I was the only corpse still breathing.The sun clawed its way over the mountains, thin and gray, doing nothing to warm the ice that had settled in my bones. Fou
Chapter 6: The Scarred SaviorDAMIEN’S POV I gripped the steering wheel until the leather groaned under my palms, tires eating gravel as the SUV tore through the pre-dawn forest. The sky bled faint gold between the pines, but the light felt mocking, too soft for the storm still raging in my chest.







