Alyssa’s POVI wake up cold. The kind of cold that seeps into your bones and makes you forget what warmth ever felt like.My head pounds. My arms ache. I shift on the thin, scratchy blanket beneath me and blink up at the ceiling—stone, cracked, and leaking in the corners.The air smells like rust and mildew. My mouth is dry. My throat stings. My entire body feels like I was dragged through thorns and left for dead.I sit up slowly. My wrist burns. There’s a bruise forming along my ribs. My legs tremble as I push myself up to my feet. The walls are too close. I touch the bars—solid, cold iron. A cell.A real one.What the hell is going on?I take a few steps and start pacing, dragging my fingers along the wall, my breath picking up. I turn back, heart racing, fists clenched.“Hello?” I shout, my voice echoing through the corridor. “Is anyone out there?”Nothing.I pound the bars. “Can someone tell me why I’m here? Why am I locked up?!”Still silence.Until it isn’t.Heavy footsteps. Me
Kira’s POVMy body sinks into the mattress, every inch aching, trembling with the cold that comes from inside—not from the air. I keep my eyes half-open, letting the pale morning light filter in through the cracks in the curtains. Dust dances in the air. It’s quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your heart drum a little faster, even when it shouldn't.My breaths are shallow. Each inhale scratches my lungs like tiny claws. The yellow wolfsbane still lingers in my system, like poison laced with memories. It crawls through me, weakening every cell, every thought. I feel it in my fingers. In the way I can’t curl them fully. In the way, even blinking feels like work.The door opens softly. I don’t have to look. I know that scent. Wild roses and burning sage.“You really are committed to this,” Nora says, her voice gentle but strong, like velvet over steel.I turn my head slowly, my lips dry. “I am,” I whisper. “Haven’t I proven that to you yet?”She crosses the room in three silent steps. “
Zev’s POVI pace. Back and forth. Back and forth. My boots barely make a sound on the stone floor, but inside my chest—my heart drums like thunder. My mind is racing. So much has happened so far, and now I feel trapped. Everyone's eyes digging into me.She's in trouble.Alyssa’s secret is out.Everyone saw her.And now the entire council wants answers.I stop pacing and glance at my father. He stands near the window, arms crossed, his face calm. Too calm. Like nothing just happened.I wish I could borrow his silence. But my blood is roaring."What is she, Zev?" Alpha Elric asks, his voice sharp, cracking the quiet like lightning.I turn toward him. My mouth is dry."I don’t know, sir."Elric slams his hand on the table. “Zev, we saw her. We all saw her transform. That kind of power hasn’t been seen in our kind for over a thousand years. So don’t stand there and tell me you don’t know!”I swallow hard, fists clenched at my sides. “I swear—I don’t.”“She turned into something that shou
Alyssa’s POVI feel it, a flicker of excitement in my chest.It’s faint, but it’s there. I already won the first round. That felt good. No, it felt great. But this… this one-on-one fight with Kira? It might be different. She's fast. Strong. Angry. But most importantly, she's the alpha's daughter.And I have to win. I have to beat her.I must leave Fenrath. I have to find Astra. I need answers that no one here is willing to give me.I step into the arena, the dirt crunching under my boots. The sun burns above, casting long shadows across the stone edges. My fingers curl around the hilt of my sword. It's warm, familiar. Like the weight of a promise.I smile. Just a little.Then I look up, and there she is.Kira.Her eyes burn into mine, wild and unreadable. Not anger. Not hatred. Something deeper. Sadder. And maybe even scared.Good luck, I whisper under my breath, more to myself than to her.The horn blows.I don’t wait.I sprint forward, sword raised, slicing through the air between u
Kira’sThe gates slam shut behind me.The sound echoes getting louder, deep and final, like the closing of a tomb. The heat rises from the arena floor, thick with dust, blood, and a thousand old battles. I walk forward slowly, shoulders high, chin up, just like Alpha Elric taught me.The crowd screams my name—“Kira! Kira of Fenrath! Heiress of the Flame!”—but it all sounds far away. Distant. Hollow. Like I’m watching this moment from the bottom of a well.All I can hear is his voice.All I can see is his blood.And my hand holding the blade that ended him.I did that. I ended the only man who ever truly loved me.And I told myself it was worth it. That this pain would fade once Alyssa fell.The plan had better work. It has to.Because there's no going back now.Across the arena, she stands—tall, proud, perfect.Alyssa.White armor catching the sunlight, hair braided in that annoyingly regal way, posture flawless like she’s the portrait of every heroic tale sung to pups at bedtime. She
Kira’s POV"Nora!" I burst through the front door, my voice sharp, panicked. The wooden frame groans behind me as it slams shut. My boots drag mud across her polished floor, but I don’t care. My heart races, wild and uneven."Nora!" I shout again, louder this time.She comes rushing out from the hallway, her robe half-tied, hair tousled like she just woke from a dream. Her face twists in annoyance."What are you yelling about?" she snaps, eyes narrowing.I grab her arm tight. "We have a problem," I say, my voice shaking."What?" she asks, searching my face. "What kind of problem?""I messed up," I whisper, then louder, "River… River knows everything."She freezes. Her mouth parts, but no words come. I see the color drain from her face."Everything?" she says slowly. "What do you mean when you say everything?"I let go of her arm and start pacing, my hands in my hair. "He’s suspicious. About me. About Fenrath. About who I really am. I could see it in his eyes, Nora. He knows. Or at lea