Aria didn’t stop walking.Ronan, his face drained of all color, stumbled backwards, his breath was rough, and his eyes darted around the clearing like a rat caught in a trap. He tried to stand up, but once again, he fell back to the ground.His eyes grew wide with shock as Aria walked closer. He thought she was coming for him.He couldn’t have been more wrong.Aria didn’t even glance his way, she walked past his trembling body on the floor and then moved through the line of Thorne wolves like they weren’t there at all. Even though she was at least a couple of feet away from the wolves, they all still scrambled back in shock and fear. Some of them, the ones that had made it their life’s mission to make her early life a living hell, all kept their gaze down and tried to make themselves disappear.The clearing smoke swirled around her as she stepped into it; her heavy boots sinking heavily into the snow as she moved.She didn’t care about any of the wolves on the battlefield, her gaze wa
Snowflakes fell lazily around the clearing in the Whievale, the crimson-soaked earth crunched under Lucien’s weight as he stood over Marcus.The metallic scent of blood filled the air, thick and heavy. His stance was steady and his presence towering.But at this moment though, Lucien paused, his breathing stopped as he furrowed his brows and slightly shifted back.Marcus knelt in the snow. He was breathing fast, his gaze filled with fear as his eyes flickered across the clearing. Even still beaten and crippled, he was looking for a way out.Lucien could tell what Marcus was thinking, but he didn’t care, his gaze sharpened like a weaver's blade. “Repeat what you just said, Raven.” he growled,Marcus' lips twitched as he looked up at Lucien with feigned defiance in his eyes. He held Lucien’s gaze for a moment before he swallowed and tore his eyes away. This time, when he spoke, it wasn’t with the calm tone that he usually spoke in, it was with a shaken voice laced entirely with fear.“I
The battlefield around the clearing reeked of blood, ash and iron.Around Aria, snow lay trampled, crimson blood seeped into any crack it could find. The smoke from the fire burned low as the snow finally began to quench the ranging embers.For a long suspended moment, as Aria stood in the middle of the clearing, no one moved, no one even dared to breath loudly. The Vine wolves stood completely frozen as they stared at the white wolf turned human – the same wolf who had ripped through the Raven wolves as if they were a bunch of paper dolls.And she was a stillblood.Alpha Alder was the first to find his voice. He knew that confidence in his leadership had decreased drastically, and he saw this as a way to get back the power he had lost.He cleared his throat loudly, trying and failing to turn the attention towards Aria to one directed at him. “Aria?” his tone cracked halfway as disbelief and fear clouded his mind.He stared at her as if she was a dead man rising, as if she had just cl
Aria stood by Lucien’s side, her white fur a stark contrast to his midnight black fur. Her eyes narrowed as the Marcus ran, panic and fear etched into his very posture. Around them, smoke still clung tightly to the air and the tang of blood, iron and burnt flesh still filled her wolf senses. It was all a reminder of the carnage that had taken place in the clearing, and a promise of what was about to follow. Immediately, Marcus turned tail and ran, Lucien growled, and without a single word, he lunged forward. His muscles coiled and released like bowstrings as he bounded across the clearing in a blur of shadows. The snow-baked earth itself seemed to shake as Lucien launched himself after Marcus. Aria didn’t move to follow. Her heart pounded hard, not from fear, but from pride. This wasn’t her revenge, this was his. He needed to finish it himself. Marcus disappeared into the treeline and so did Lucien moments after.The moment the two alpha wolves left the sight of all the other
The moment Marcus Raven turned tail and ran into the forest,Lucien snarled,His muscles coiled, and his eyes narrowed as he leaped across the clearing. Every stride he took sent the battlefield into pure chaos.Wolves scattered in every direction, but Lucien’s focus wasn’t on the beta wolves that filled the clearing, it was on the large black-furred wolf weaving through the trees ahead.The scent of fear clung to Marcus like blood clung to the air of the battlefield. It was thick, pungent and almost… overwhelming. The world around Lucine became a blur of shadows and rushing wind as he gave chase.And he was gaining on him.His large strong claws tore through the snow-baked earth; every wolf foolish enough to cross his path was met with only one end – death. He didn’t slow, he couldn’t, not when he could finally get his revenge and avenge the debt he owed to Evelyn, not when he could finally be free.Marcus’s dark form darted between the pines as he moved deeper into the Whitevale for
Marcus’s POV:The world was still burning when Aria and Lucien walked out of the thick smoke.And that was when Marcus first saw them. The moment he had felt the aura, his instincts had screamed at him to run, to leave, but he didn’t.He was not going to make a decision until he saw them.And when he did, his eyes narrowed into very thin slits.The air was thick with the arid scent of burnt flesh, blood and fur. The sounds of battle still echoed in the distance as some of the wolves failed to spot the alphas in time.In moments, every other person in the field saw the two figures emerge from the heart of the smoke.And the world held its breath.The two mates moved with the calm confidence of predators who were sure they were in the midst of prey. Lucien’s smooth gait and magnetic walk drew the eyes of anyone who saw him. While, the white wolf moved with a confidence he could not quite quantify.Marcus noticed that most of the Vine warriors immediately recognized Lucien’s wolf form; o