Chapter Forty Six: Gone Without a WordEvric’s POVThe morning sun had climbed the edge of the sky, but something didn’t feel right. I had been awake since dawn, sitting at my desk, trying to focus on the scrolls and reports in front of me, but my mind kept drifting.The room felt colder than usual. The silence wasn’t peaceful—it was heavy, like the calm before a storm.I hadn’t seen Selene. Not this morning. Not even last night.Usually, I would catch a glimpse of her in the garden or near the East Wing hallway. Even when she tried to avoid me, I could always sense her around.But today… nothing.I rose from my chair and stepped out into the hallway. “You,” I called out to a passing guard. “The girl—Selene. When last did you see her?”The man looked confused. “The girl in the East Wing? I—I haven’t seen her since yesterday evening.”A chill crept into my chest.I called for two more guards. “Search her room. Now.”We walked quickly. My boots echoed down the halls, and with every step
Chapter Forty Five ; In the Arms of NightSelene’s POVThe forest was cold. My feet were bleeding. I couldn’t feel my toes anymore, and the air cut my skin like tiny knives.But I kept running.Ronan’s hand gripped mine tightly, and I could feel the way he limped—he was hurt. He never said a word about it, but I saw the blood on his leg. I saw the way he winced each time he took a step.Still, he kept going. For me.We had escaped Evric’s pack by luck, but that didn’t mean we were safe. Not yet. The forest was dark, and every sound made me jump. The howl of a wolf in the distance. The snap of a branch. The cold wind brushing against the leaves.Ronan pulled me behind a thick tree. He held up a hand, telling me to stay still. I held my breath.Voices.Footsteps.Guards.They were close. Too close.I pressed my back against the tree, holding in my breath as the guards passed just a few steps away from us. I could feel Ronan’s heartbeat through his fingers. Fast. Scared.When the footst
Chapter Forty Four : The Night I EscapedSelene’s POVI had never heard silence so loud before.The room felt too still, as if the air knew something was about to happen. I sat at the edge of the bed, fully dressed in dark clothes Ronan had given me. My hands were cold. My heart beat so hard it echoed in my ears.It was time.I stood slowly and walked toward the window. I had unlocked it earlier, just as Ronan told me. It was open slightly now, letting in the cool night breeze. I stared outside, my eyes searching the shadows.Then I heard it.Three soft taps.Tap. Tap. Tap.I didn’t need to ask who it was.I opened the window fully and looked down. Ronan stood just beneath, hidden between the trees and the side of the building, dressed in black from head to toe. His eyes met mine — calm but alert.I took one final look around my room. Would I ever see it again? I didn’t know. But I couldn’t let that stop me.I pushed my bag out first, then climbed through the window. It wasn’t a big d
Chapter Forty Three: The Heart That Almost Betrayed MeSelene’s POVThe knock on the door nearly stopped my heart.Without thinking, I grabbed Ronan’s arm and dragged him toward the bed.“Hide,” I whispered in panic. “Please, just hide!”He didn’t argue. He ducked and crawled under the bed just as I rushed to smooth the sheets and calm my breathing.The knock came again—louder this time.My hands trembled as I reached for the door. I opened it slowly.Evric stood there, tall and sharp-eyed, like a shadow I couldn’t escape. His eyes scanned me—slowly, carefully.“Is everything alright?” he asked, his tone calm but strange.I nodded too fast. “Yes. I was just… resting.”His eyes narrowed slightly. “Your breathing,” he said. “You seem nervous.”I laughed, but it sounded fake. “I—I had a nightmare.”Evric didn’t smile. He walked in without being invited.My heart dropped.I wanted to scream. Every step he took inside that room felt like thunder. I could hear Ronan’s slow, careful breathin
Chapter Forty Two: The Silence Around MeSelene’s POVI used to think silence was peace.But now, silence is pain. Silence is confusion. Silence is punishment.And I don’t even know what I’ve done wrong.I stepped out of my room that morning with a small smile on my face. The hallway was bathed in early light, soft and golden, pouring through the high arched windows. For a moment, it reminded me of the mornings at my old pack, when Mama would hum as she cooked, and I would wake to the smell of warm bread and laughter.But here—there was no smell of food.No warmth.No laughter.Just silence.The corridor felt emptier than usual. The guards stationed at the door didn’t meet my eyes. They just stood stiffly, staring ahead like statues. I paused, confused, then continued walking.Maybe they were just tired.I went to the kitchen, thinking maybe I could get something warm to eat. The moment I stepped inside, the conversation among the maids stopped. It wasn’t subtle. It was sharp, sudden—
Chapter Forty One : The Night I Was Set FreeRonan’s POVI was dying. Not from wounds, not from poison—though my body ached in places I couldn’t even feel anymore. I was dying because my soul had been caged. Because my heart, the only thing I had left, was being crushed with each passing day.The prison was cold. The stone floor was harder than anything I’d ever slept on. No bed. No food. Just a rusted bucket in one corner. The walls smelled of mold, rot, and old blood. Maybe mine. Maybe someone else’s.I didn’t know how many days had passed.There was no window. No way to tell night from day, except for when the guards came to mock me.They’d toss scraps near the bars, but I was too weak to move most times. When I did try to crawl over, a boot would slam into my stomach and leave me breathless.Still, I didn’t beg.Not once.Because my pain didn’t matter.Only one thing did.Selene.I kept seeing her in my dreams—her soft voice calling my name. Her smile. The way she used to roll her