Se connecterNadia's pov.
'Where am I?' I pondered as I looked around, only to see my body shattered on rocks, lifeless.
My heart pounded heavily against my chest as memories of how this happened rushed into my head.
"Nooooooooooo." I screamed. I was dead but why did Lucien do this to me? I was certain he was being controlled.
I mean I had always suspected Malia practised dark magic, she reeked of it. I moved away from the waterfall and found myself on top of the cliff.
'How did I....?' I was still wondering when I saw Malia and Lucien kissing.
My heart shattered.
"Finally, she is dead." Malia broke the kiss and stroked Lucien's face lovingly.
"The moongoddess is surely on our side, we don't need to be hiding anymore." Lucien nodded and my heart got caught in my throat.
What? He wasn't controlled to do what he did?
"Did you even love her at all?" Malia grinned and Lucien wrinkled his nose in disgust like she was talking about dirt.
"Hell no. I was just forced to be with her, you know you are the only one I truly want." He wrapped his hands around her waist and drew her into him.
My legs wobbled and I collapsed to the floor as I watched them kissing again under the moonlight. Tears stung my eyes and before I knew it, they dropped.
"Now it's just remaining the sicken old man and this pack shall be ours soon." Malia giggled and Lucien smirked.
My palms grew sweaty as I bit my lower lips hard.
I was dead so they couldn't feel my presence. 'Malia obviously meant Dad, were they planning on getting rid of him too?' I pondered and all of a sudden, it all made sense.
Malia acting awkwardly around Dad most of the time, she, always brightening up anytime Lucien made an appearance. Their hidden gestures I thought was nothing or was me, overthinking.
Oh God! How could I have been so dumb?
I guess this was what they called the spiritual limbo. No one could see me but I could see them, I was now a ghost.
I watched them leave the cliff, my heart tightening from betrayal as I dug my nails into my palm.
Rage and pain burned in my veins, almost at the same time. I wanted revenge, I wanted to wipe those happy smiles off their faces.
"If there is anything such as rebirth, let it be granted unto me." I whispered and shut my eyes tightly to hold back the tears threatening to drop.
'I should have been more wary.' I thought as a strong wind from nowhere, blew around me so hard that I felt myself being lifted into the air.
I guessed it was time for me to return to the land of the dead but when next I opened my eyes, I saw myself in an unfamiliar room. I glanced around to see it was thrice my bedroom and way more glamorous.
My heart skipped a beat as I tried sitting up to notice the window was opened and the bright, shining, light blinded my vision. I immediately looked away to see pictures of an unfamiliar girl hanging around the walls.
It was obvious then that she was the owner of the room, so why was I here?
Wasn't I dead or was this heaven?
I pinched myself and felt the stinging pain. My heart began to pound heavily against my chest, especially when I began hearing footsteps and voices echoing across the hall.
I noticed it was daytime already but how? So many thoughts I had no answer for, dashed through my head.
Just then, the door was kicked open and a middle-aged, beautiful woman dashed in.
"Bless the moongoddess." She cried out and wrapped me into a tight hug. I struggled to breathe, my eyes bulging.
"Oh Valerie! You had us so worried." The woman half-yelled, still hugging me tightly and I furrowed my brows in confusion, even though I was choking.
Valerie? Did she just call me Valerie? Who was that?
"M-ma-am." I tried saying but heard nothing as she didn't seem to be paying any attention, rather she tightened her grip on me.
Just then, a blonde-haired guy walked into the room, with a smile dancing at the corner of his lips.
"Someone is finally awake." He teased then frowned. "I still can't believe you tried to take your own life."
I was beyond confused at this point. Who were these people and I didn't try taking my life, I was killed by my fiancee and mate, after he rejected me.
I tried to speak but....
"Mum, you are blocking her breath." The blonde-haired guy spoke up.
'So the woman was his mother? I could kiss him in gratitude.' I thought as the woman immediately released me.
I coughed immediately, breathing in the fresh air I was earlier denied as the middle-aged lady immediately stood up to pour me a glass of water.
The blonde-haired guy moved closer to me and bent to look into my face. I reared backwards immediately, startled.
"Gaius, get away from her. This is not the time for your pranks." His mother yelled and he scoffed, raising up and folding his arms across his chest.
"I am not pulling any pranks mum, she just looks different and weird." Gaius spoke.
"But tell me, you really threw yourself off that cliff to avoid getting married to Alpha king Noah?" Gaius turned to ask me and a shiver went down my spine.
Did he just say Alpha king Noah? As in the same Lycan tyrant everyone feared, the one who was a twin?
But that's impossible. They are miles and territories away from my pack, the werewolves, what would I be doing close to them and what was this about marrying him?
From the corner of my eyes, I sighted a mirror at the opposite end of the room, so I turned towards it and whom I saw staring back at me, made me want to scream.
But then, nothing came out. I froze and tried talking again, my mouth moving but all Gaius did was to stare at me, his lips parting in shock.
"Mum, Come here." Gaius half-yelled and the woman dashed over.
I cleared my throat and tried once again but no sound emerged.
The woman let out a wild shriek, the jug falling from her hand to the ground while all colors drained out of Gaius' face.
"You have lost your voice."
Nadia’s POVThe knowledge of the prophecy and the Trial sat inside me like a live coal. It was all we talked about for days. Arguing in circles.“It’s too dangerous,” Noah would say, his face like granite. “We have no guide. No one living has done it. We could be walking into our own destruction.”“Staying as we are is also destruction,” Neal would fire back. “Just slower! Maya is going to keep picking at us until she finds a way in. This fusion… it’s the only door she can’t unlock.”I was trapped in the middle. The part of me that was still a scared girl, a reborn ghost, wanted to hide. The part that was my mother’s daughter, a Dawnfire, wanted to fight. But to fight meant risking the two hearts I loved most.I went to the one place I could think: the restored Hidden Spring. Elias was tending the flowers, the silver water glowing peacefully. I just sat by the edge, trailing my fingers in the warm light, trying to find an answer in its depths.“You look heavy, daughter,” Elias said so
Nadia’s POVThe mental wards worked. The nightmares stopped. The cold whispers faded. But the quiet felt worse. Maya was a scientist. She had poked us, noted our reactions, and withdrawn to her lab. What was she building?“We cannot just wait for her next move,” I said to Elias the next morning. We were in the quiet library, sunlight streaming on dusty books. “We need to understand what she sees when she looks at us. She called me a crucible. What does that mean?”Elias ran a hand over an old, leather-bound book. “Our histories are full of forgotten things. The Dawnfire line was old when the Whitemores were young. There are prophecies even I only know as whispers.”“We need more than whispers,” I said. “We need words.”So we began the dig. Elias pulled crumbling scrolls from sealed Dawnfire chests. I sent a request to Noah to open the deepest Whitemore vaults, the ones that held things older than their pack.For two days, we lived in dust and faded ink. My eyes burned. We found nothin
Nadia’s POVThe new Triarchy marks hummed on our skin, a constant, warm reminder of our unity. For three days, there was peace. We fell into our roles. Noah met with captains, his commands clear and fair. Neal charmed a visiting trade envoy, securing a better deal for our grain. I walked the gardens with Moonshade elders, listening to their stories, weaving our histories together.We were winning. Then, Maya began her tests.It started with Neal.He woke up screaming.I shot upright in bed. Noah was already on his feet, a knife in his hand. Neal was sitting, drenched in cold sweat, his eyes wide and wild, staring at nothing.“Neal! What is it?” I reached for him, but he flinched away from my touch.“Don’t,” he gasped, his voice raw. He scrambled out of bed, pacing the room, running his hands through his hair.“A dream?” Noah asked, his voice low, alert.“It wasn’t a dream,” Neal whispered. “It was real. I could smell it. Feel it.” He stopped, finally looking at me, his green eyes fill
Nadia's POVThe rose was burned in a sacred fire by Elias, its sickening song silenced. But the ghost of its message lingered in the air, a constant whisper that Maya was watching, learning.And we were falling apart.The Council observers arrived two days later, the silver-flame witch, named Lyra (which made my heart ache), and the bear-like shifter Elder, Grendel. They came to "observe the stability of the new power structure." It was a test.Our first day as hosts was a disaster.It started in the morning meeting with our Betas and the Moonshade elders who had agreed to come. A Moonshade elder, a grim man named Borin, spoke."The eastern border patrols are thin. Whitemore wolves do not know our land. We need our own people, led by our own captains."Noah nodded, all cool logic. "Agreed. But the captains will be approved by Whitemore command to ensure unified strategy. We'll integrate the patrols in phases."Neal, who had been up all night reviewing trade routes, scoffed. "Phases? W
Nadia's POVThe journey back to Whitemore Keep was silent. The weight of the prisoners, the weight of Henry’s wrapped body in the second wagon, the weight of what we had done,.it pressed down on all of us.Gaius and Eleanor rode in the wagon with Henry. I saw Gaius holding his mother, his face turned to stone. Eleanor just stared at her husband’s shroud, her tears dry now, as if she had none left.Beside me on horseback, Noah was a statue, his eyes fixed on the horizon, planning. Neal fidgeted, his energy coiled tight, looking back at the prisoners with a hard glint in his eye.No one spoke.When we finally rode through the gates, the keep was not celebrating. The pack gathered, but their faces were solemn. They saw the prisoners, they saw the shrouded body. They understood the cost.The first three days were for Henry.We held the funeral in the small garden he had liked, near the roses. It was simple. Eleanor asked for no grand words. Gaius stood straight and spoke only a few senten
Nadia’s POVThe pain was a living thing inside me. It was not in my body. It was in my soul. Maya’s hooks dug deep, pulling at the warm, bright core that was my mother’s spirit blended with my own. I could feel it stretching, tearing.I was on my knees on the cold stone floor. My vision blurred. Lucien’s laughing face and Malia’s smug smile swam above me.“Look at her,” Lucien sneered. “The mighty reborn one. Just a puppet with its strings cut.”“Hold on, little vessel,” Maya’s voice chanted from the shadows, smooth and relentless. “Almost… got it…” A piece of it, a memory of my mother’s laugh, a feeling of her protection, was ripped free. It floated like a sad, golden wisp towards Maya’s bloody symbol.I was screaming, but no sound came out. The agony stole my voice, my breath, my hope.This is how I die, I thought. Not with a knife, but empty. Hollowed out.Then, a new sound cut through the hall. Not a battle cry. A raw, human shout of pure rage and horror.“NO! STOP THIS!”Henry S







