LOGINDEXTERA“Well...you’re right,” I said.Thor glanced up again.“I don’t understand everything you’ve been through.”I tilted my head slightly. “But I do understand one thing.”He remained silent, waiting for me to talk. “Mistakes aren't meant to destroy you.” I shrugged faintly. “They’re meant to make you grow. But instead of learning from them, you’re hiding in here like a man afraid to face his own shadow.”Thor’s stare hardened again, though not with the same violent fury as before.“If you truly made mistakes,” I continued, “then own up to them. Stand up. Fix what you can. Then move forward.”I gestured lightly toward the door. “Cowering in this room won’t change the past. It just proves that whatever broke you won.”My gaze locked with his. “And I believe you know this already. If you don't master the art of accepting failure, you'll be trapped in the same circle and not succeed.”“That has been what's kept me going all along —moving on despite it all,” he expressed. “But no matt
DEXTERAThor's room suddenly felt small. I wasn't sure what step to take next. All I knew was I had to do something. After a momentary period of struggle in subduing his wolf, Thor maintained his human form. A progress I was grateful for.I stepped closer to him in a bid to get him to talk, but his hoarse, croaky warning came through.“One more step, and you'll regret coming in here.”I paused. Now, I was left with two choices. Turn around and exit the room, or proceed in my steps towards him and lose my life.Most part of me wanted to leave, but something in me whispered to keep going. Compared to the potential threats I knew awaited me in future days ahead, this was minor. If I couldn't take up such small risk, then it would be audacious of me to believe I could achieve great feats like gathering power for my revenge against Kestrel, Valerie and Adira.“You don't want to regret defying my order!” Thor's raging voice warned again. Yet, I paid him no heed. In rushed steps, I closed
DEXTERADeucalion walked beside me, calm and silent as we approached Thor’s bedroom while my mind kept replaying the last few days. Ivana’s death. Thor’s rage. Vaelorra's almost unfazed expression while it all happened. It suddenly occured to me that I hadn't set my eyes on her ever since Thor dismissed us from the Alpha's office that day.By the time we reached the large, dark doors leading to Thor’s private chambers, my confidence had thinned considerably. His bedroom door stood at the end of the hallway like the entrance to a beast’s den and everything around sounded too quiet.I stopped a few steps away and turned to Deucalion.“Last chance to change your mind,” I muttered.He only gave me a calm look that clearly said not happening. I sighed and stepped forward. My knuckles rapped lightly against the heavy wooden door in a subtle, defined knock.However, no response came from within. No footsteps. No movement. No voice. Just silence so thick it pressed against my ears.I glanced
DEXTERAFreya’s smile disappeared instantly, morphing into a dangerous, warning stare. “And if I insist?”I met her blazing stare head-on while figuring the best reply to give her once and for all. “You can't do a thing to me right now.” I replied calmly. “For someone like me, you can't always get what you want with brute force. Let that stick with you.”“Perhaps, you weren't taught; take it as a free lesson.” I winked at her, my lips curling into a small, provoking smirk.For a second, the room went still.Then Freya’s chest rose sharply as a low, threatening growl rumbled out of her throat. Her eyes flared brighter as her wolf pushed violently to the surface.“You insolent...”Her claws had already begun to extend when a firm hand suddenly caught her arm.“Freya.” Deucalion stepped between us almost out of nowhere, placing himself squarely in her path. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried the weight of command.“Chill.”Freya jerked her arm from his grip, breathing hard.“Move a
DEXTERAA couple of days had passed, but I was still in a daze. The moment replayed in my mind over and over again like a cruel loop I couldn't escape from.Thor’s claws plunging into Ivana’s chest. The wet sound of tearing flesh. The splash of blood across the room. The look on her face as life left her eyes.Each memory sent cold chills crawling down my spine.I had seen violence before. Living in Woodhound meant that was unavoidable. But that moment… that level of raw, unrestrained fury… was something entirely different.I had never imagined Thor would act so irrationally. But I supposed that was what heartbreak did—even to the strongest of beings.For the first time, I had witnessed one of the many acts that earned Thor his dreadful reputation.The ruthless Alpha. The merciless executioner.Ever since that day, Thor had locked himself away in his chambers. No one was allowed near him.Not a step close to his door. Anyone foolish enough to try was punished immediately and no one wa
THORVaelorra’s gaze slid toward Freya slowly in a defensive, disappointed manner.“You should refrain from making claims you cannot prove,” she warned, her voice carrying authority, age, and power. “Ivana made her choices behind my back,” she continued. “I was not aware of her actions until much later.”Freya scoffed openly. “And we’re expected to believe that?”I had heard enough.I rose from my chair slowly, my full height unfolding as my aura pressed outward. The walls themselves seemed to tense in response.“I refuse to believe,” I stated absolutely, “that an outsider brought into my territory could orchestrate disturbances of this magnitude without assistance.”My eyes locked onto Vaelorra as if trying to see through her scheming, aged heart.“You expect me to accept that she acted alone? That she infiltrated my pack, manipulated my people, destabilized my authority… without guidance?”Without you.The accusation hung unspoken, but clearly unmistakable.Vaelorra met my stare ev
THOR“This shouldn't be happening.”I paced around restlessly in anger. Having read Dextera's case retrial mail sent by the Elders, my head wouldn't stop spinning. Nichevoya has been invoked completely and there is nothing I can do to help her —unlike before.One thing was sure, though. They weren'
THOR Returning to the hospital ward, I found Freya sitting up, unusually composed for someone who’d supposedly been on the brink of death.The physician was still with her, scribbling on his clipboard but he looked skeptical.“I’m sorry to say this, but you shouldn't have reacted that way since th
THORAero wouldn't stop disturbing me for having Dextera locked up in prison. I wasn't too comfortable with it either, but she got what she deserved just like she said my sister deserved what happened to her. Sincerely, I meant what I said to her. If anything terrible ended up happening to Freya, D
DEXTERAI cursed under my breath and snapped my head away, mortified at myself after staring long enough to inscribe the details of his two hundred and seventy bone in the depth of my mind.Good goddess, what the hell did I just walk into?“Staring like that, do you want it in you?” Thor's cold voi







