Xander's povThe chants outside grew louder as their anger echoed through the kingdom."Execute the traitor!"The words drilled itself into my brain like a hammer hitting a nail. I needed to think fast. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to do so.I looked at Ava who stood frozen by the window, her hands clenched into fists. I could feel the panic in her through the bond. This wasn't easy on her, she knew that my people's reactions were valid, given what Darius had done to them but she couldn't turn her back on her own blood.Rowan was the first to break the silence. “Well… this is a big mess.”“No shit.” Kael muttered.Lyra cursed under her breath, walking away from the window and back to the table. “How did word spread so fast? It's barely even an hour, that's more than half of the pack out there right now.”Kaida signed something quickly, her expression unreadable.“She said someone must have leaked it,” Rowan translated. “Which means—”“It must have been the guards and warriors
Ava's povI wasn’t sure how to feel about this.I had seen the destruction he had caused. The lives he had taken. And yet, I knew him. I could see the regret and torment in his eyes.But would that be enough? Would it ever be enough?****The next day..The morning was beautiful but it did nothing to soothe me as we walked to the training ground. There were a lot more warriors there than usual, their cold, I forgiven eyes locked on Darius as we walked in.He walked and stood in the center of the field, his shoulders tense, jaw clenched. He had always been a skilled fighter before he joined the rebellion so I wasn't scared about him not knowing how to fight, however, I wasn't sure how good his skills were when up against werewolves.The rest of us stood by the edge of the ring. Rowan crossed his arms as he stared at Darius. “I slept over it and I still don't trust him.”Lyra smiled.“That makes two of us.”Kael cracked his knuckles. “Three.”Vanessa scoffed. “Four.”Kaida signed somethi
Xander's povWe were back in the war room. My eyes were pinned on Darius who sat at the end of the war table. He still has cuts and bruises from his fight but we didn't have any time to waste, waiting for him to recover.Despite the fact that he had proven himself, my people still didn't accept him with open arms and frankly speaking, neither did i. His presence was like an open wound to many.I leaned forward, lacing my fingers together. “If you’re truly serious about making things right, then there's one thing you can do right now to prove it.”Darius lifted his chin slightly, bracing himself then asked, “How?”I looked him dead in his eyes. “Teach us how to make the bomb you once used to attack us.”The room fell impossibly silent. Everyone remembers that day. The blood, the ashen sky, the screams, the cries, the… bodiesDarius flinched, his lips parting as if he wanted to object but no words came out. His hands resting on the table, curled into fists. “Xander, I—” He shook his hea
Xander's povAs we stepped outside, the air was thick with tension. The moment we all stepped through the grand doors, their eyes snapped to us, pinning us with the weight of their gaze.They didn't come alone, their warriors lined up behind them in tight formations. Their faces were hard, unreadable, but their presence alone made one thing clear—this was not a visit of peace.Ava stood beside me, her face was neutral but I could feel her magic at the surface. Kael and Lyra flanked our sides while Rowan, Vanessa and Kaida took the rear. We instructed Darius to remain inside because the last thing we needed was for his presence to provoke the alphas the more and spark a fight.Gregor stood a few feet in front of all of them like he was their leader. I wasn't surprised. His arms were crossed over his chest with a murderous look on his face. Besides him was Damian, alpha of nightshade, his stance was more relaxed. I saw his eyes flicker to kiada before returning and settling on me.Mave
Ava's povNow that we were done handling the alphas we were back in the war room which was filled with tension as maps, blueprints and ancient scrolls were spread out everywhere.The room was filled with the smell of old paper and sulfur. Warriors, strategists and enforcers were spread out in the room awaiting instructions.We had decided to be more open in whatever we were doing. To try and involve as many people as possible.He stood in the center of the room.Darius. The man who had tried to burn the kingdom to the ground and was now willing to teach us how to burn his former allies— our enemies— to the ground.The tension wasn't just from trying to learn it was from the people in the room being cautious around him. There was a mixture of resentment and curiosity in the room. I could see the glare in their eyes as they stared at him, their fists clenched at their side.“I think we have everything that I need.” Darius said.“Let's go to the regular forge.” Xander****The scent of b
Ava's povThe flames burned hotter, the air buzzed with magic, and the sound of hammering metal echoed through the chamber as warriors and blacksmiths worked tirelessly. But the real work was happening at the center of the forge where Darius, Lucien, and I stood surrounded by scattered blueprints, vials of glowing liquid, and stacks of metal pieces.Darius rolled up his sleeves, his brow furrowed as he measured out precise amounts of sulfur and powdered iron. “Alright, if we’re going to do this, we need to be meticulous. One wrong calculation, and we’re going to blow ourselves up before we even fight the rebels.”Lucien smirked. “You sound like you’ve almost done that before.”Darius shot him a look. “Let’s just say I’ve had a lot of close calls.”I placed the scroll from the Light Forge onto the table. “I’ll take care of the enchantment. But first, we need to finalize the structure of the bombs.”Lucien crossed his arms. “The explosives you used in the past were meant to cause destru
Ava's povI saw it.A set of footprints on the ash cover ground, leading towards the storage room where the bombs which have not yet been used were kept.My eyes widened in realization. They didn't just come to destroy the bombs, they came to steal them as well.“We need to move,” I said, standing up. ““Now.”We followed the footprints, moving swiftly through the underground hallways in the blacksmith's forge. The air was thick with the smell of smoke, choking us, we made sure to keep our footsteps light as we followed the footprints.“They lead outside.” Rowan whispered, pointing ahead.We emerged from the tunnel into the cool night, we were a bit far from the pack now, much closer to the forest. The footprints continue into the trees.Then we say the person.A cloaked figure, running through the woods, a bag of stolen bombs slung over their shoulder.Kael didn’t hesitate. “Stop that person!”We gave chase.The figure was fast, weaving through the trees like someone who was familiar
Ava's povI didn’t remember falling asleep.One moment I was staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with a million thoughts and the next, I was standing in a vast void.I knew this place.I had been here before, months ago.A soft glow of silver light approached me from the sky, the air was filled with an ancient power that sent a warm feeling through my veins.Then, she appeared.The Moon Goddess.She stood before me in her radiant and ethereal glory, her flowing silver robes shimmering like liquid light. Her shiny hair cascaded down her back, her sincere eyes shining and holding wisdom of agesBut there was something else there, something sad in her expression.“You have called for guidance, child,” she said.Her voice was just as soft and powerful as the first day I had met her with Aria, her voice filled the space around us.I swallowed hard. “Zerathos has my power. He stole the bombs infused with my light. I don’t know how to stop him.”She studied me for a long, thoughtful mome
Ava's povPregnant.The word sat on my tongue like a secret not yet ready for the world to know. Heavy and new. Sacred. My hands trembled as I exited the healer’s wing, the soft glow of lanterns lining the path doing little to light the darkness within me.It wasn't a bad darkness, it was just confusion.The corridor behind me felt like it belonged to another world—a place of certainty and whispered truths. Healers always knew things, some that we wanted to hear and the ones that we didn't want to hear. Out here, beneath the dark sky things felt more real.Too real.I walked slowly, aimlessly, not ready to return to the castle after what I had just learned. Not ready to face anyone. Especially not Xander.Not yet.The gardens were quiet this time of night. Peaceful. A hush had settled over the grounds, as though the very earth was holding its breath. The petals of Kaida’s cherry blossom tree glowed pale pink in the moonlight, and I found myself drawn toward it. Toward the spot we alwa
Ava's povSunlight streamed through the tall windows of the Blackthorn castle, warm and golden as it spilled across the newly polished floors. I stood at the balcony just outside the council chamber, my eyes tracing the distant tree lines. Smoke no longer rose from the hills. Screams no longer echoed through the valley.Peace.It was strange how something we fought so long and hard for could feel so… quiet.I placed a hand over my stomach. That now familiar queasiness cane again, subtle but persistent. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, grounding myself the way I’d been practicing since taking on the Luna title. Calm. Poise. Grace.“Luna Ava?” A voice called gently from behind. One of the omegas.“Yes?”“Lady Vanessa and the others are waiting in the courtyard. You said you wanted to walk with them today?”“Yes. Thank you.”I smiled and nodded, but the moment I turned my back, the nausea returned—like it never left. I gritted my teeth and blinked back the faint dizziness. I've been
Xander's povThe night was quiet, save for the faint crackling of the fire still burning at the center of camp.But Ava… she had curled up beside me, her head on my shoulder, her fingers gently tucked against my arm. Her breathing slowed sometime between Rowan’s quiet jokes, Vanessa blushing with Kael teasing her and Lyra sitting in silence after her brief confession.She fell asleep there, in the circle of firelight and friends and whispered memories.I couldn’t bear to wake her.So I carried her.Her warmth pressed against my chest as I walked us to the chambers we’d been assigned in the temporary Ashville pack house. The bed was a bit small but clean, sheets tucked in and blankets folded. I laid her down carefully, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek before covering her with the blanket.I wanted to stay awake and watch over her. Zerathos may be gone but he has left a lasting trauma and fear of the shadows. I was scared that if I closed my eyes and opened it I would real
Rowan's POVLyra’s breathing had finally evened out beside me, a soft, steady rhythm that showed that she was finally at ease and I was glad. She didn’t say another word after I wrapped the blanket around her and sat by her side. She didn’t need to.I looked at her, really looked.Her face had lost weight in the past months, the edges sharper now—grief had carved out the softness she once had so effortlessly. The dark, sunken circles beneath her eyes told me she hadn’t been sleeping much. And even now, in the calm after the war, her body was tense beneath the blanket, like she was ready to spring awake at any given time if someone so much as touched her. .But she had opened up.That alone made something in my chest unclench for the first time in weeks.I tilted my head back, let my eyes gaze up to the stars, but even their beauty felt muted tonight. Everything felt… dulled. Like we’d survived the fire, only to emerge into the ashes.But she talked. She talked.And I’d take that over
Lyra’s POVThe fire had burned down to little fire, and one by one, they drifted off to sleep. Ava had fallen asleep curled against Xander’s chest. Vanessa and Kael were tangled up on a blanket near the edge of the camp, whispering and grinning like the war had never happened and they were in some sort of fairytale. Like they’d known peace all their lives.I was happy and envious of them so I forced myself to look away.Rowan had stayed with me.He always did.By the time the last bit of fire was snuffed and silence had settled over the camp, he rose, wordless, and offered me his hand. I took it, letting him guide me away from the others, deeper into the shadows where the weight of their stares couldn’t follow.We walked to a place in Ashville that we liked. It was a little hill above the camp where the entire land could be seen and the sky felt so close. The stars were particularly bright on that night, I just stood there and took a deep breath.The night air was cold, crisp, almost
Lyra’s povI don't know how long we sat there but I had droned out their conversation as I watched the burning fire. Suddenly, I felt the air shift. It wasn't the regular shift.But this time, it was different.Tense. Sharp.I knew why.I could feel it, their eyes were on me.And they deserved answers.I just wasn’t sure I had the strength to give them.Rowan came even closer, a steady wall beside me, his warmth grounding. He hadn't spoken much, just held my hand quietly under the blanket we shared. It should’ve comforted me more than it did. But the guilt clung to me, curling in my chest like a shadow that refused to be exorcised.I peeped at Ava across the fire, her knees were pulled to her chest, arms loosely wrapped around them. Xander had stood up and was standing just behind her, arms crossed, his gaze unreadable as it flicked from person to person—though it lingered on me more often than not.I was almost certain I could go the night without a word being said. That they’d keep
Lyra’s POVThe crackling of the campfire sounded distant just like the faint sound of voices laughing and talking. Familiar voices. Ones that once meant comfort and strength. Now, they sounded foreign and distant, like echoes bouncing off the thick stone walls of guilt I had built around myself.I sat wrapped in my cloak, hood drawn low, body leaning into Rowan’s side. His warmth was steady, grounding. I could feel his heart through the fabric, steady as a drum, but there was a tension in the way he held me. He didn’t trust me—not entirely. I didn’t blame him.They had every right not to.Ashville was ruined. The war was over. And I had helped start it. They just didn't know that.I didn’t know how to look them in the eyes, not after what I had done.Ava’s laugh echoed through the air, loud and carefree, like birds chirping and singing during the summer. She teased Vanessa about how she once fought her over Xander. Vanessa rolled her eyes but smiled, her fingers tangled with Kael’s. I
Ava's povThe fire crackled in the center of our circle, its warm glow and embers floating up to the dark sky above us. The scent of roasted meat and earth filled the air. It was the first night in what felt like centuries that I didn’t have to look over my shoulder or hold a weapon while I slept.We had won.The war was over. Zerathos was gone alongside his shadows and forge. It was a tough battle but we won in the end and that's all that mattered. The camp was quiet, solemn in places, and slowly coming back to life in others. Rebuilding had started before the ashes were even cold.We’d spent the entire day helping—healing, carrying, burying. Holding hands that trembled with grief. Offering words to those who could still barely believe they’d survived. It was exhausting in a new kind of way—no longer physical, but emotional.And now, for the first time in weeks, we sat around a fire without dread thick in the air. Just six of us. Allies through it all. Survivors of chaos.Ava sat bes
Ava’s POVThe morning after the final battle was a strange kind of quiet. Not silence, exactly—there were still murmurs, the crackle of the early fires, the low sobs of those mourning their fallen, and the laughter of those too happy not to laugh. It was a quiet that came after chaos, the kind that felt borrowed, fragile, as if the world was holding its breath, unsure if the war was truly over.But it was.Zerathos was gone. His shadows had dispersed, leaving behind only the smell of ash and blood.I stood at the edge of the ruins that had once been the main part of our camp, the place where strategy was whispered and sleepless nights were passed in tense silence. Now it was littered with broken weapons, scorched earth, and fat too many lifeless bodies.Kael called out names from a growing list, his voice steady despite the tremble in it. Vanessa stood beside him, her hand in his, as they honored each name with a nod and a moment of silence. Rowan knelt by the body of one of his falle