I was startled awake by a loud, persistent hammering on the door. As the mist of sleep cleared and was replaced by fear, my heart pounded. Maia's eyes fluttered open as she stirred in the corner, her gentle snores breaking. This time the pounding was louder.
"Open up, Anna!" A deep voice let out a bark.
With my bare feet touching the cold floor, I clambered off the thin mattress. Maia gave me a worried look but remained silent. Two guards with stony faces loomed as I pulled the door open. “It’s time,” one said gruffly. My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. “Time for what?” Even though I knew the answer, I muttered. The other guard answered, "The Alpha has given you one last chance with the traitor." "Leo," I uttered, my voice wavering. They moved aside and gestured for me to come along. Maia took hold of my wrist. Despite the fear in her eyes, she said firmly, "I'll follow you." The guards looked at her doubtfully but remained silent. The cold morning air pricked my skin as we went outside. Dawn was just beginning to peek over the horizon, but the sky was still completely dark. The world was holding its breath for what was about to happen, and the village was quiet. Every crunch of gravel underfoot echoed in my ears as I walked the eerily silent path to the dungeons. I looked at the tall people on either side of me, their faces unreadable. Maia grounded me by maintaining a firm hold on my hand. The heavy iron door creaked open as we got there. The dungeon's musty, damp stench hit me like a wall, but I forced myself to move forward. Maia and the guards were left outside as the dungeon door slammed behind me. My feet dragged on the cold, uneven stone as I staggered forward. Slumping in the far corner, Leo's wrists were shackled in chains that glowed dimly in the low light. His face was calm but pale as he looked up at the sound of my footsteps. He said, "Anna," in a quiet voice that was both relieved and sad. "Leo," I muttered as I dropped to my knees next to him. My hands trembled as I took them in my own, reaching for his. The silver's coldness pricked my hands, but I didn't mind. I choked out, tears streaming down my face, "I'm so sorry." A sad smile curved his lips. "There's nothing to feel sorry for." I shook my head and said, "I'm to blame for this." "Stop," he interrupted in a firm tone. Despite the weight of what was ahead, his eyes remained steady as they met mine. "Anna, you are my daughter. Perhaps not by blood, but in all the important ways. Taking you in was the best decision I ever made.” I tightened my hold on his hands as a sob ripped from my throat. "Leo, they're going to murder you. And there is nothing I can do about it." His forehead rested against mine as he leaned forward. He said in a whisper, "Listen to me. Anna, you must make it through this. You have a destiny, a purpose. You underestimate who you are." “What are you talking about?” I asked, my grief mingled with confusion. His voice was full of emotion as he remarked, "I knew you were special when I found you. You’re the last bloodline of a powerful lineage. You have something extraordinary inside of you. And the world will need you one day. "Leo..." I looked into his eyes, trying to find answers, and my voice broke. "All I am is an omega. I am nothing." "You are everything," he declared in a determined tone. "You underestimate your strength. Don't allow anyone to persuade you otherwise, not even yourself." My vision was blurred by tears, and I shook my head. "Without you, I don't know how to be strong." He brushed a tear from my cheek with his thumb and said, "You'll find a way. Anna, make me a promise. Make me a promise that you will defend yourself. For the sake of justice." I muttered, "I swear," even though it felt like a betrayal. The moment was cut short by a guard's piercing voice. "Time is up." The guards intervened and dragged me back as Leo's hands left mine. His voice reverberated in my head as I was pulled toward the door, my heart breaking. "Have courage, Anna. You were born to survive this.”. With a firm but gentle grip, the guards dragged me away. As I stumbled, Maia grabbed me and put her arms around me. As we were led to the clearing where the gallows had been set up, the sun began to rise. A group of people had assembled, and I could hear their muffled roar. Maia and I were shoved forward, and my legs felt like lead. After Leo's chains were taken off, rough rope was used to bind his hands behind his back as they were led to the platform. Despite his haggard appearance, he stood tall and looked around the crowd before focusing on me. He mouthed, "I love you," and my heart broke. Oliver moved forward with a commanding presence. "Let everyone learn from this!" he exclaimed. "This pack will not tolerate traitors!" As the noose was placed around Leo's neck, the audience went quiet. My knees were on the verge of giving out as I breathed in sharp gasps. Maia's face went white as her arm grew tighter around me. Even as the executioner moved forward, Leo's eyes remained fixed. Every second seemed to drag into eternity as time seemed to slow down. The lever was then pulled. As Leo's body fell, I let out a choked scream, and the sound of the rope snapping reverberated throughout the clearing. The world whirled, and I was briefly out of breath. As my body ached from sobs, Maia held me while she quietly shed her own tears. Leo’s body hung motionless, his final act of defiance etched into his face. Something broke inside of me at that very moment. Hot and consuming, my grief transformed into rage. My nails dug into my palms as I clenched my fists. I muttered, trembling but determined, "I'll make them pay. I’ll make them all pay.”With my luggage draped over my shoulder and a weary but determined heart, I stood at the edge of the woodland. Beside me were Lucas and Maia, whose faces reflected mine: a mixture of resolve and melancholy.Cain came toward us, his eyes full of resolution but his face etched with fatigue. Although he had been among Oliver's most devoted soldiers, the insurrection had altered him. We were leaving him in control after he had fought with us and put his life in danger for the pack."Are you sure about this?" he said softly.I gave a nod. "Cain, you're the greatest option. You are trusted by the pack. They will follow you."He paused, his eyes darting between Maia and Lucas. "How about the three of you? Where are you going?""Somewhere new," was all I said. "A place where we can start again."Cain's face softened as he nodded. "You've done enough for this pack. More than sufficient. Go if this is what you need. We'll be alright."I said my
In the broken remnants of Nightshade's great hall, the firelight wavered, creating unsettling shadows on the stone walls. I had nothing left to offer the pack, but they continued to hover, perhaps awaiting guidance. There was still a weight in my chest. I didn't feel like I had won, even though Oliver was defeated and his rule was overthrown by the people he used to rule.Sitting next to me on a splintered wooden bench, Maia was looking off into space as she absently traced a scar over her arm. Ever the guardian, Lucas stood a few feet away, his gaze sweeping the still audience.After a long pause, Lucas whispered, "They need a leader." He spoke in a quiet, wary tone. "Someone to rebuild what's left."Slowly, I nodded. "They need someone," I said, then looked over at Maia.She stiffened as I stared at her. "Don't even think about it."I cocked my head. "Why not?"She gave a dry laugh, but it was devoid of any humor. "Becaus
The trumpet's call echoed through the broken remains of Nightshade, a sound that once sent fear rippling through the pack but now carried a different weight. A summons. A reckoning.I stood in the heart of the pack's gathering grounds, where months ago, I had watched Leo be condemned to death. My fingers tightened into fists at my sides as I forced myself to take in every detail... the stone platform, the lofty arches, the wooden beams above that had once felt oppressive. The torches flickered, casting long shadows against the walls, just like they had that night.Only this time, it wasn't Leo standing before the pack.It was Oliver.He was on his knees in the center of the hall, bound, his body battered and broken. Blood matted his dark hair, his once-imposing body slumped forward in exhaustion. The very warriors who had formerly battled under him stood around the perimeter of the hall, their gazes flitting between me and the fall
There was silence on the battlefield.The silence was not one that resulted from relief or tranquility. It was the thick, stifling type that comes after a storm, as though the world itself was holding its breath. The ground was covered in fallen people, and the air was heavy with the smell of smoke and blood. With a mixture of amazement and incredulity, the rebels who had survived the slaughter and were still standing glanced at Anna.Oliver was lying at her feet, immobile and broken. His burnt body stood out sharply against the blood-soaked ground below, and his once-imposing figure had now collapsed into a crumpled heap. He was not yet dead, but he was very nearly so. His chest rose and fell in weak, irregular spasms, and his breaths were shallow.With her shoulders heaving and her hands still burning dimly from the last of her power, Anna stood over him. Her hair was knotted and wild, and her face was stained with blood and filth, but her ey
All I could do was observe.My entire existence begged me to step in, step in, and support Anna as she faced Oliver alone. However, I was unable to.I shouldn't.This was her fight.Standing opposite Oliver, Anna's body was bruised and covered in blood, yet her unwavering will remained burning. I had never seen the raw electricity crackle in the air around her before. It was hazardous, untamed, and wild. There was nothing weak about the dim glow that flickered from her palms, like a fading ember. The ground beneath her boots seemed to be reacting to her, quivering in expectation of what lay ahead.Oliver rolled his shoulders and grinned as though this were merely a minor annoyance. I shuddered at his self-assurance. For so long, he had ruled by terror, destroying anybody who tried to oppose him. He now considered Anna to be simply another idiot who believed they could prevail.However, she wasn't.
The battlefield was a bloody, chaotic nightmare.The night was filled with screams as the rebels gave it their all in battle, but Oliver's forces were unrelenting and mercilessly defeated us. My muscles ached from the never ending battle, and I was breathing in ragged breaths, but there was no time to pause. Another life was lost with every second that passed.Maia was down.Across the field, I saw her fall, hitting the ground with a horrible crack. As I surged at her, avoiding an enemy's claws at the last second, my stomach knotted in terror."Maia!" I fell on my knees next to her. Her breathing was shallow, and blood was leaking from a deep wound along her shoulder.Her body trembled uncontrollably as she attempted to push herself up. "I'm fine," she rasped, but I could tell she wasn't."You're not," I said as I applied pressure to the cut. My palm was stained by the warmth of her blood, and my chest developed a hollow hole.Lucas s