Anabelle Mixon — None of this will be in vain.I was lying on the cold floor of that filthy cell, as if I were nothing... no, worse... as if I were trash.The dress that cost more than the life of those guards was now torn, stained, and stank of the rot of the damp walls and... failure.My beautiful hair, which had always been my pride and joy, was matted and tangled, with strands stuck to my face wet with tears and sweat. Even my makeup... there was nothing left but smudges that made me unrecognizable.I was no longer Anabelle Mixon.No... at least not the one they knew.My voice was hoarse and rough from screaming, begging, and banging on the rusty bars until my fists bled. But it was all in vain.The sound of metal echoing against my blows had become yet another form of torture.Now all I had left was to curl up in the corner, my legs pulled up to my chest, my body shaking with rage and fear.I was afraid that Matthew would come back.That he would walk through that door.I honestl
Marilyn Stokes: Again, I would rather not say goodbye.I didn't know...I couldn't count how many tears had fallen from my face.The pain throbbed throughout my body, but nothing... nothing hurt more than looking at her and knowing what it meant.My little Julie.That foolish girl.Foolish... and, at the same time, braver than anyone I had ever known.She sacrificed herself.For all of us.For her friends, whom she swore to protect until her last breath.And also... for me.She came back to help me when she could have run away, left with the others. And now... she had put herself in the place of the Supreme Alpha, as if her life was worth less than his.I cried, and I didn't know if it was just sadness... or if there was also regret.Regret for not preparing myself more, for not trying harder, and for facing the whole burden alone. Regret for putting all of them in this, in this battle that should have been mine alone. Michelle... Megan, Julie... everyone I put in the middle of this.
Julie Marven – The EndEvery inch of my body ached… but this pain… it wasn’t normal.It was different—heavier than anything I had ever felt before.The air wouldn’t come, and that metallic taste flooded my mouth in a suffocating wave.My lungs burned like they were on fire, and each attempt to breathe was worse than the last.I blinked, trying to force my vision to focus.Dust and the sharp scent of blood hung in the air, making everything harder. But I could see it…The war—the battle that had felt endless—was finally over.At least for now.That monster… that vile creature, Alex Madson, lay on the ground, unmoving.And for a moment, I thought the dizziness was just exhaustion.But it wasn’t.The pain flared, unbearable.The air simply wouldn’t come.And then I felt it… something warm spilling through my fur, unstoppable.My body felt heavy, almost paralyzed—and I knew what had happened.I was dying.Voices echoed around me, distant, as if I were underwater.They rushed toward me—sol
Matthew DawolfJust seeing him—smelling him—was enough to turn my stomach.That old mutt… Alex Madson.The cancer rotting my kingdom from the inside out.The worm who plotted against me… against her… against everything that’s mine.Every time my eyes locked on that scarred, gray carcass, my entire body screamed for one thing—to split him open and hang his corpse at the palace gates as a warning to every other traitor.But my wolf…Always him.“No.”His voice poured over me like a bucket of ice water, trying to snuff out the fire burning in my chest.“You want him alive. He’s the thread that leads to the rest of the rats. Kill him now, and the plague hides deeper.”I hated admitting it, but he was right.Still… holding back was like gripping a blade made of fire.I lunged, twisting my sword, aiming for the gaps in his guard. I’ll admit—more than once, I aimed to kill. But he knew exactly what he was doing. Always dodging at the last heartbeat, moving like a stubborn shadow.Tired, woun
Alex MadsonThat... couldn't be happening.No, it couldn't be real.My eyes were betraying me. They had to be betraying me.Because there, right in front of me, coming toward me, was him.Matthew Dawolf.Alive... awake... and with a damn sword in his hand. For a moment, a brief moment...I backed away.I took two steps back, like a cornered animal.Out of pure instinct, of course.Because my eyes, as they wandered through that village that now looked more like a battlefield, finally realized what I didn't want to see before.I no longer had the advantage.My soldiers...Those cowardly worms bearing my family's coat of arms... were falling.And those who remained... hesitated.They knew.They saw.This was not the same Matthew as before.And even I...With years of war behind me, with scars that told stories of pain and survival...I felt it.The weight of that damn alpha's return.Damn it.How had he woken up?How had he awakened like this?Damn it...I cursed every one of those usel
Julie Marven — I won't leave anyone behindWhen I told Michelle and Megan to run, part of me wanted to run after them.I wanted to follow them and protect them until the end.But... I knew.I knew someone had to stay.Someone had to stop them from continuing.And that someone... was me.I fought with everything I had left.Claws cutting into the soldiers' skin, teeth grinding, screams lost in the chaos.Even with my body screaming for rest, even with my mind begging for peace...I kept going.I forced myself to resist.To fight.To not give in.And even with more of them appearing, even when I thought I couldn't do it, I kept going.After I was sure that no one else was following them, after the last arrows were deflected and the last soldier fell bleeding at my feet... I went back.Because... I couldn't leave anyone else behind.I thought of Marilyn.That kind, firm, but direct lady.That woman who, until a few days ago, was a stranger...But now she seemed like a mother.I thought a