CHAPTER 119Author's POVThe hut Axel provided was less a structure and more an insult cobbled together from splintered planks and a sheet of rusted corrugated iron. It stood precariously at the edge of the sprawling, chaotic rogue camp, offering a sliver of privacy that did little to block out the stench of woodsmoke, unwashed bodies, and simmering violence.Axel had gestured to it with a grand, mocking sweep of his arm. “Home sweet home. Don’t expect room service.” He’d shot Evelyn a wink that was equal parts appreciative and predatory before swaggering back toward the camp’s central fire pit, his laughter swallowed by the rising din of the night.Evelyn watched him go, her expression a mask of polite gratitude. Inside, she pushed a mouldy crate against the flimsy door, the scrape of wood on packed earth a grating sound in the quiet. Mord stood sentinel by the single, grimy window, a massive silhouette against the flickering firelight from outside.For hours, they sat in silence,
CHAPTER 118Derek's POVThe music had died the moment my boots crossed the threshold. A hundred conversations stuttered into silence. A hundred pairs of eyes, once filled with cheer and wine, were now fixed on me, wide with shock and confusion. I ignored them all, my gaze locked on the one man who mattered. Alpha Cane sat at the head of the great table, his expression unreadable, a statue carved from mountain stone.My footsteps echoed in the sudden, cavernous silence of the hall. Liora was a ghost behind me, her sobs muffled, and Saraphina was a shadow at her side, her presence a cold weight in the air. I didn't care about their divine plans or their tearful regrets. All I saw was the calculated calm in Alpha Cane’s eyes, the quiet acknowledgment of a secret he had kept far too long.He raised a single hand, not in greeting, but in command. His voice, when it came, was not a shout, but it carried the absolute authority of his station, cutting through the thick tension like a honed
CHAPTER 117Derek's POVThe low hum of conversation in the great hall, the crackle of the fire pits, the scent of roasted meat and pine it all faded into a distant roar in my ears. The world narrowed to the woman Alpha Cane had just introduced. Her eyes, sharp and intelligent, were fixed on me, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. It couldn't be a coincidence. The name, the context of her being the only other outsider allowed here… the Goddess wasn't just nudging me in a direction anymore; she was shoving me down a path with the force of an avalanche.I pushed my chair back, the scrape of wood against stone a harsh, grating sound that cut through the hall's ambiance. Every head at the high table turned towards me. Alpha Cane raised a questioning eyebrow, his hand paused midway to his drinking horn.“Your Majesty?” he rumbled, his voice laced with a gentle curiosity that I didn't have the patience for.“Alpha Cane.” I said, my voice tight and low, forcing a measure of re
CHAPTER 116Derek's POVThe great hall fell into a hush, the crackling of the central fire the only sound to fill the space left by Valerius’s words. My gaze remained locked on Cane, the man I had trekked beside for three grueling days. The rugged guide, the gruff mountain wolf, the one who had watched me nearly fall to my death a dozen times. Alpha Cane. The very leader I had sought. A bitter laugh almost escaped me. Of course. The Moon Goddess did enjoy her little ironies.My jaw worked for a moment before I found my voice. “You're the Alpha?” I asked, the words feeling foolish and redundant as soon as they left my mouth.Cane’s lips curved into a wry, knowing smile. He stepped down from the dais, his presence suddenly filling the room in a way it hadn’t in the wilderness. There, he had been a part of the mountain. Here, he was the mountain. “Were you expecting someone older? More… stately, perhaps?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that resonated with authority. He stopped befor
CHAPTER 115Layla's POVMy fingers, slick with a mixture of sweat and grime, trembled as they hovered over the Lunaria bracelet. The cold silver seemed to mock me, a beautiful cage for the monster coiled within my soul. Around us, the metallic tang of drawn steel filled the ravine. Dozens of Evergreen soldiers, men I once might have passed in the training yards, held their positions, their faces grim masks of duty. Their hounds snarled, straining at their leashes, their eyes fixed on Clara, who stood steadfastly at my back.Protect her. That was the only thought that cut through the roaring panic. I could feel the Death Goddess stirring, a hungry whisper against the bars of her celestial prison, sensing my desperation. She promised power. She promised survival. All I had to do was unlatch the door.My thumb found the clasp. I pressed down.“Don’t do it, Layla,” Clara whispered, her voice tight with fear. “Please.”“I have to,” I breathed, the words tasting like ash. “I won’t let them
CHAPTER 114Layla's POVI collapsed forward, my knees hitting the damp forest floor with a thud. My hands, my real hands, flew to my face, feeling the familiar contours of my cheeks, my nose, my lips. The coppery tang of blood was thick on my tongue, a gruesome reminder of what these hands had just done. What she had done, using me as a puppet.“My Queen.”Clara’s voice was a lifeline. I looked up, my vision swimming, and saw her kneeling in front of me, her face pale with fear but her eyes steady. Her hand was still near my wrist, the one that had snapped the bracelet back into place.“Clara,” I croaked, my throat raw. The words felt heavy, inadequate. “Thank you. You… you saved me.”“Always, Layla,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She helped me to my feet, her arm a sturdy support around my waist as my legs trembled, threatening to give out. The world felt unsteady, tilted on its axis.The faint, ethereal whisper of the Moon Goddess, the one who had praised my ‘mission