MasukRobin’s POV The tension in the room remained long even after Manuel exited, leaving just me and the rogue guards behind. It felt like his presence alone brought something heavier into the place, and the guards only began to visibly relax after a couple of minutes had passed. They looked more relaxed, but not enough to drop their guard around me. Their eyes remained hard and followed even the slightest of my movements, which, in my confinement, wasn’t much. I had tried, really tried, to reach out to my wolf so I could somehow use my powers, but it was a lost cause in my case. And I knew any wrong move here would get me chained even harder, if that was even possible, so I just sat there with my eyes on the wall. The room was silent despite the number of people that filled it. Only the faint crackling sound from the flames at the other side of the room and the occasional footsteps from outside filled the space. After hours of sitting up, trying to think of a way out and coming up
The feeling that ran through me was almost indescribable, but the only one I could be sure of was the pure relief that washed over me as the fact that Robin was still alive settled in. As long as he was alive, then finding him should be the only issue now. The confirmation I had been praying for had finally come. But at what cost? “Wait,” I rushed out, walking over to grab the letter from Aries’s hands. I looked over it one more time before letting it fall to the floor. “He didn’t make any demands,” I breathed, my chest tightening. “He didn’t ask for anything in exchange for Robin… why?” I asked, looking around before my eyes finally settled on Aries. “It’s unlike him, don’t you think?” “That must mean he has something else planned,” Lucian muttered before Aries could speak. “Seems like his letter was just to inform us that he currently has the upper hand. That’s all,” he finished. I let out another breath, mentally going through what was written in the letter once again to che
My eyes had been open for close to thirty minutes since I woke up, but I just lay there unable to move even a muscle. Laying in our room filled with his scent made the dulling pain in my heart hurt even more. My wolf wasn’t even fighting to come out anymore. He was curled in a corner, just whimpering and mourning the loss of his mate… the shattering of his bond. He seemed to be trying to make peace with the fact that Robin could actually be gone, that he was actually dead. But me… I could never believe that. No, I couldn’t accept that fact even if the gaping hole in my chest told me otherwise. Not until I saw his body with my own two eyes. Only then would I believe in the cruelty of the moon goddess, taking my mate away from me before we even had the chance to live as normally as we wanted. So until then, I was going to do all I could not to lose myself. I would push all the pain deep into my heart and use it as fuel to begin this search for Manuel. I had to find him myself
Robin’s POV Pain. That was the only thing that filled my head the moment I was finally able to force my eyes open. It wasn’t the sharpest kind of pain. It was dull… so dull that it settled in the pit of my core, tugging at me from within. I hissed lightly as I tried to sit up, only to be pulled back down by iron chains. An unsteady breath escaped me as I tried to get comfortable on the cold floor while my eyes scanned the dark room. I couldn’t make anything out at first, but my eyes adjusted to the lack of lighting in no time. The room was barely even standing, and that poignant smell of rot filled the place like it had been abandoned for years. My head and chest throbbed even more as I recounted what led to me being here… Rex. The rogues. The mention of Manuel. And… me snapping my bond with Julian. That was what that unending dull pain and hollowness was. My chest tightened even more as I thought of it, and my breathing almost ceased from the guilt and pain that rushed
“What do you mean Manuel?” I asked again, even his name sounding bitter on my tongue. “I heard the rogues talking,” Rex said tightly, “and they mentioned his name. There’s no way I misheard that,” she finished firmly. I pushed past the pain and forced myself to my feet, the gaping hole left by our shattered bond now filled with indescribable rage as I repeated his name once again. “Manuel.” My legs struggled to remain standing, but I couldn’t fall. Not now when we knew he was still out there causing harm. Not when Robin could be with him. “Robin’s not dead,” Damon muttered suddenly, stepping forward, and my eyes snapped to him immediately. “If this was really done by Manuel, then I’m certain Robin isn’t dead yet,” he added, firmer now. “They would have no need to take the body if he was. Leaving him dead and on display for us to grieve over is more of Manuel’s style,” he finished, squatting over where the trail of blood lay. He reached out and touched it lightly before bringi
Pain. That was all I felt as I struggled to run toward the direction Rex had come from, her screams still echoing in the night air. It felt like my heart was being torn into a million pieces with every single step I took. My wolf howled inside me, a sound of pure agony, as the bond that had weaved itself into the very fabric of our soul, the bond that had been nothing but comfort and light—shattered into absolute nothingness. I couldn’t even take more than a few steps through the rising chaos before my legs buckled, and I collapsed onto the dirt, tears blinding my vision. My hands clawed at my chest as if i could somehow hold the pieces of my soul together, but no relief came. Absolutely nothing. "Robin..." I choked out, my voice breaking under the weight of a sorrow i could barely bear. I clawed at the sand, the sounds of the celebration completely fading into a dull silence. "Robin, please..." I begged, hoping, praying that by some twisted miracle our bond would weave itself bac
Robin’s POVI kept pondering what that guard had said before he walked away. The men of the shadows having a pack was not a discovery any of us could have seen coming. We had always thought they were wanderers, so our search never included real packs. Knowing this would definitely change the scope
Robin’s POVI had no idea what Damon meant by Invokers. I had heard of different races before, but this was one foreign to me. Still, I could tell from the panic on his face that they were not an ordinary tribe. So when he asked us to pull them apart, I listened without hesitation.The moment my sk
It had been close to a week since Raven and Pavel left for my pack. Every single day, we waited for any kind of information from them—but we got nothing. Absolutely nothing.Damon insisted it was because they hadn’t found anything worth reporting yet, but I couldn’t shake the anxiety gnawing at me.
Raven’s POV“I came bearing a letter, Alpha,” I said, responding to him immediately. We had no time to waste anyway.“How do you know Robin?” the Elegida asked, brows raised, and I turned to her, smiling a bit.“Permit me to introduce myself, Alpha and Luna,” I said again, proceeding after they gav







