FAZER LOGINElsie’s POV There were no rogues around him—none of them had even bothered to protect him, which was precisely what his treacherous nature deserved.Oliver scrambled to stand up, his breathing ragged as he glared at me. I eyed his deep, angry wounds, noticing the lack of regeneration. "Why aren't you healing?"Oliver looked away bitterly, his jaw tight. "The Rogue King poisoned me... so I wouldn't betray him."I let out a short, choppy laugh, shaking my head. "Can you see what has become of your life, Oliver? Look where your endless arrogance and pride have gotten you.""Just kill me now, Elsie!" Oliver snapped, his eyes flashing with rage. "I don't need your mocking words!""How are my words mocking?" I asked smoothly, stepping closer. "It's just the plain truth. And you know what? I changed my mind about killing you."Oliver gave me a wary, suspicious look.I smirked up at him. "I will send you back to the Sunset Pack for my father and the elders to do with you as they see fit. If
Elsie’s POV I took the lead alongside Commander Jasper, using my tracking skills to guide our column through the narrow, snow-dusted ravine. Commander Jasper had joined us with his squad, bringing our total force to roughly one hundred and fifty warriors. Most of our army remained back at the camp; we didn't need a large force to wipe out the remaining, battered survivors of the rogue unit.As we jogged over a rocky ridge, I spotted Carter moving near the flank. I cut tangentially across the snow to catch up with him, matching his fast pace.I glanced at his tight, somber expression. "Why is your face like that, Carter?"Carter let out a heavy, ragged huff. Without any preamble, he muttered, "Gerald is dead."I lost my footing for a fraction of a second, my boot slipping on the ice before I quickly regained my stride. The news hit my chest like a lead weight."How did it happen?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the crunching snow.Carter's jaw worked tightly, his knuckles w
Elsie's POV The Lycan King and his monstrous twin were going hard at it, ferocious snarls and gut-wrenching growls filling the entire area. I stood a few paces back, my chest heaving as I watched the two giant beasts tear into each other. I would hate to ever be Quinn's opponent with how utterly deadly he looked in that towering white form. I shuddered at the violence of their clash, then focused my attention back on Ezra.Ezra had turned into the stuff of nightmares, his matted hide looking diseased and wrong. But if we were going by what we had already noticed with the rest of the rogues, Ezra’s sudden transformation and supernatural strength were almost certainly temporary.Having tied the herb-infused mask securely around my face, my head felt much clearer, the heavy fog slowly lifting from my mind. I decided to try reaching Quinn through our mindlink again.Instead of calling his name or saying anything complicated that could distract him, I hummed a low sound through the bond.
Quinn's POV When Elsie went ahead toward the forest, and we received the urgent report from Jasper about more approaching rogues, I immediately sent the rest of our available warriors in that direction to reinforce the area.I followed right behind them on horseback, but halfway there, a cold knot twisted in my chest. Something was horribly wrong, and every instinct I possessed told me it had everything to do with Elsie. I tried to reach her through our mindlink, throwing my thoughts across the bond, but I hit nothing but empty silence. I knew she wouldn't have blocked me out at such a crucial, dangerous moment as this.I slid down from my horse without stopping it, hit the frozen ground running, and bolted into the dense trees.The moment I broke through the tree line leading into the clearing where the skirmish was raging, I saw Elsie running directly toward—Fuck no."Elsie!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.She turned sharply at my voice, but the look in her eyes wasn't one I e
Elsie’s POV Tate and I hit the incoming wave of rogues with everything we had.My twin blades flashed in the dim light, catching the weak, gray reflection of the snow as I dodged a snap from a scarred rogue. Instead of going straight for lethal strikes, Tate and I stuck strictly to the exhaust tactic first. I danced around their wild, uncoordinated attacks, slicing their legs and flanks just enough to draw blood and force them to move, letting their unnatural energy burn out. Tate used his bulk to throw them off balance, knocking them into trees and forcing them to tire themselves out.Once their movements grew sluggish and heavy, we moved in for the finish. I spun low, driving my left blade straight into a rogue’s ribs while my right blade swept up to open its throat. Beside me, Tate snapped the neck of another with a sickening crunch.Suddenly, the cold air hissed. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the metallic gleam of a sword slicing toward my neck.I ducked quickly, droppin
Elsie's POV I leaped from the high branch, soaring through the smoky air, and landed squarely in the center of the roaring ring of fire. Only some warriors were actually inside it, the rest were outside, still fighting the rogues.The heat hit my face instantly, but I didn't pause. I unsheathed one of my twin fang blades with a sharp shing, lunging forward to slash through a rogue that dared to snap at my ankles as I landed. Blood sprayed across the melting snow, and the creature collapsed.I quickly studied the blaze surrounding us, observing how the violent flames were spreading. The black, oily substance formed a thick, continuous trail along the freezing ground, feeding the enhanced fire.Looking closer through the thick smoke, I noticed something else. Beyond a small break in the main trail, a thin line of residual drops extended past the fire ring, trailing toward the rogues' defensive position in the woods. Whoever had been tasked with pouring out the fuel clearly wasn't very
Quinn's POVI asked for strong, hardened warriors. So why did I find myself staring down at a runt who looked like he had barely seen eighteen winters?I sat perfectly still on a thick branch of the ancient oak tree, my presence masked by the shadows and the rustle of leaves. Below me, the pup had
Elsie’s POV"She has humongous tits," a hairy, buff man shouted, his voice echoing off the canvas walls of Tent 42. He was leaning back on his bedroll, a crude grin plastered on his face. "As she rode me, they were flapping in my face like great balloons!"He finished his sentence with a roar of la
Elsie’s POV I froze in my tracks. I had always been daring, stubborn, reckless even—but this? This was beyond rebellion. If I was caught, the shame would destroy my father. But if I stayed, the mating would destroy me. Nearby, an older woman pounded grain into a mortar with exhausted arms. A cry
Elsie's POVTheo nodded, his expression turning grim. "He brought a message for the Alpha and the Gamma. It's about war, Elsie. A real war.""War?" I repeated."Come on," Theo said, already turning back toward the village. "We need to hear exactly what he says."We ran, sprinting through the trees.







