MasukThe council chamber was empty.
The trial had ended days ago, but no one in the fortress could rest. The shadows of what had been said, and what hadn't still lingered in the dark, and in the heart of everyone.
Garrett and Vanessa had refused to confess.
No amount of questioning, pleading, or isolation had made them speak. They remained as adamant as ever, keeping quiet like still waters.
So Edwin
The council chamber was empty.The trial had ended days ago, but no one in the fortress could rest. The shadows of what had been said, and what hadn't still lingered in the dark, and in the heart of everyone.Garrett and Vanessa had refused to confess.No amount of questioning, pleading, or isolation had made them speak. They remained as adamant as ever, keeping quiet like still waters.So Edwin made a choice. Not as Alpha, but as a son robbed of a father, and as a man haunted by the ruin they had brought upon his pack.He stood before the council table that night, his fists clenched tight against the polished oak. Ralph stood nearby, silent, waiting."Every day they sit in those cells," Edwin said, voice low, steady, but cold, "they mock the lives they destroyed.""How can we let them enjoy silence, comfort and peace in the
When the courtyard fell quiet again, Edwin stood looking over the valley, the rising sun washing over the scars of battle.Tiara stepped beside him. "You could have ended him there," she said softly. "Why didn't you?"Edwin exhaled slowly. "Death is mercy," he said. "Let them live long enough to understand what they destroyed."Tiara nodded, her gaze drifting toward the distant horizon. "Then justice has begun."Edwin's expression softened slightly. "No," he said. "It has only just begun."The wind carried the faint sound of chains from the dungeons below. A cruel, metallic reminder that the war's true punishment had only started-------Back in the Ashbane camp, the fires of victory had turned cold. The soldiers who had pledged themselves to Vanessa now whispered behind her back, uncertain, uneasy. Word of Garrett's c
The first light of dawn crept across the valley, pale and cold.Where the night before had been filled with roars and clashing steel, now only smoke and silence remained.There were so many bodies littered across the field. Soldiers of both sides, wolves and men alike. The once-proud banners of the Ashbane pack lay torn and soaked in mud.At the center of the field, Garrett was being dragged to his knees by two Dark Moon warriors, his wrists bound tightly with silver chains. His face was smeared with dirt and blood, but his eyes still burned with defiance.Beside him, Vanessa stood trembling, her once-silken hair matted with sweat, her fine dress in tatters."Why are you even dragging me? What is this about?" He asked."You amaze me for a traitor, man," one of the men chuckled." He's got so many balls, right?" The other sai
Vanessa smiled, her voice cold and smooth as silk. "Then you swear allegiance to me. When the dust settles, my father will be dead, Edwin will be weakened, and I will be the only heir left to claim the Ashbane name."Her calm, matter-of-fact tone terrified them more than any war cry could."Those who stand with me," she added, "will keep their lands. Those who do not..." She paused, letting the silence fill in the threat. "...will share my father's grave even before they blink."By the time she left the tent, the captains had already begun whispering among themselves. The army was splitting silently invisibly, one half loyal to Garrett, the other to Vanessa.Later that night, Garrett awoke in a cold sweat. His chest burned, his veins felt heavy, and the faint metallic taste of wolfsbane lingered on his tongue. He pushed himself upright, gasping, and saw Jon standing by the tent flap, tense and uncert
The war tents of the Ashbane roared with noise and firelight. The drums that had shaken the horizon now thundered in full rhythm.Inside the largest tent, Garrett stood before a table strewn with maps, his eyes wild, his breath heavy with rage and fever. The smell of wolfsbane tincture, his "medicine", lingered faintly in the air, a reminder of his weak, decaying strength.He slammed his fist on the table, scattering coins and tokens that marked the battle formations. "Fools! Every last one of them!" he barked. "How long have they woken up from their slumber for them to have gathered so much evidence?""Even with the evidence, do they think a few scraps of paper make me guilty? They forget who bled for this pack! Who built its walls and crushed its enemies!"Jon, standing a cautious distance away, exchanged a look with one of the lieutenants. Garrett's fury had been growing
A sudden scuffle near the back drew attention. A few of Garrett's loyal guards surged forward, but Ralph's men intercepted them, forcing them back at swordpoint.Vanessa, ever the actress, rose slowly, lifting her hands as if to soothe the chaos."My people," she said, her voice honeyed and false, "we must not be quick to condemn. Mistakes can be forged, documents can be faked...""Enough!" Edwin snapped. His voice echoed like a storm. "Every seal, every coin, every death ties back to your father. This is the end of his lies, and yours, too, if you continue to defend him."For a split second, Vanessa's mask slipped. Her pupils dilated, her breath shallow. But then she straightened, smoothing her gown. "If you truly believe that, then you will have no fear of a trial. Let the pack see it. Let the council judge it. I have nothing to hide."Edwin stepped closer and whispered to her,
The doors to the arena shut close with a heavy thud, and the lock slid into place. Only Edwin and Ralph remained inside. The fire burned with low intensity in the corner, casting jagged shadows across the walls. Neither of them said a word for a very long moment.Then Edwin finally broke the silenc
Vanessa paced on the rooftop of the Alpha's quarters. Her perfectly manicured nails kept digging and scratching her palms.Edwin had been gone for three days, three days that felt like an eternity to her..“He should have returned by now,” she muttered, gluing her eyes on the road that disappeared
The arena was dead silent.A training accident, they called it. It had happened that a rare spearhead had dislodged from the ceiling where it was hanged and it sank right into the little boy. No one expected it. No one could have stopped it.Except for one girl.The same girl they had mocked, ridi
Garrett sat at the long council table, pacing slowly behind his chair, awaiting the outcome of the trap that had been set for Tiara.A single candle flickered between the elders, casting stretched shadows across their weathered faces.“This matter with Tiara is growing out of hand,” Elder Leonard m







