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 eyes almost teary. "Cain, look after them."
He grinned, a faint, weary smile, but it was real. "I will."
Then, his shoulders squared with the burden of his new duty, he turned and walked back to the pack.
I inhaled deeply while taking one more look around the pack grounds. My mind was filled with recollections of this area, both positive and negative, but I ignored them.
The time has come to let go.
"All set?" Lucas asked in a quiet voice.
I turned to face him and Maia and nodded. "All set."
Leaving Nightshade behind, we turned and headed into the woodland.
The forest gave way to broad fields and undulating hills during the protracted and difficult journey. I felt lighter as we moved away from the pack, as though the burden of the past were gradually being removed.
Maia moved forward with deliberate, light steps, and Lucas remained by my side, his presence a constant source of solace.
"Do you think they'll be alright?" After a while, I broke the stillness and asked.
Lucas gave me a quick look. "The pack?"
I gave a nod.
He said, "They'll figure it out. They must."
I let out a sigh and looked off into the distance. "I just... I do not wish for them to disintegrate. Not after all that we endured to get here."
"They won't," Lucas asserted. "Cain is an effective leader. He will look after them."
The doubt persisted even after I nodded.
Maia turned to look at us thoughtfully. "We can always return, you know. If they require our assistance."
I gave a headshake. "No. This is our opportunity to make a fresh start. To move on from the past."
Maia grinned, a slight, weary smile, but it was real. "Then let's take full advantage of it."
For a while, we strolled in silence as the forest gradually gave way to open pastures. The area was bathed in a warm, golden glow as the sun started to set.
After a while, Maia replied in a casual tone, "So. When we arrive in the human world, what is the plan?"
I gave a shrug. "Look for a place to stay. As we proceed, figure things out."
Maia's eyebrow went up. "Is that your strategy? 'Work things out as we go along?'"
I grinned. "Have a better plan?"
She started to reply, but Lucas interrupted her.
"We'll be fine," his voice was firm. "We've survived worse."
Maia gave an eye roll. "You two...."
The sound of my laughter was free and light. It was satisfying to laugh and release the strain that had been consuming me for so long.
A feeling of calm descended upon me as the sun sank below the horizon, illuminating the sky with pink and orange hues.
Although we had lost a great deal, we had also gained something priceless: one another.
And I was confident that we could handle whatever happened next as long as we had that.
Together.
Lucas gave me a quick look. "Are you scared?"
I let out a slow breath while I thought over my response. "I think so."
Now it was easy to be honest.
Lucas seemed to understand, as he nodded. "Good."
I arched an eyebrow. "Good?"
With a faint smirk, the ghost of his former self reappeared. “Means you’re alive.”
Maia let out a moan. "Is that your day's deep wisdom? 'Is fear a sign that you are alive?'"
Lucas gave a shrug. "That's right."
A tiny, fleeting smile came to my face. Maia, however, gave a dramatic roll of her eyes.
For long, the only sound was our footsteps. The air shifted significantly as we descended farther. Something cleaner. Less primal took the place of the packlands' untamed aroma. I was beginning to see that the world was opening up in new ways.
Lucas scanned the treetops and remarked, "By nightfall, we should arrive at the edge of a human town. Before then, we must find a place to stay."
Maia let out a sigh. "All right. Because it will be so simple to blend in with a human town without any money, identification, or knowledge of how things operate."
Lucas gave her a glance. "We'll work it out."
She whispered, "Yes, since that has worked so well for us in the past."
I let out a sigh. "We've come this far."
Lucas gave a nod. "We're also not going back."
Maia sighed without protesting.
I stared at them, Maia with her sardonic wit and Lucas with his silent seriousness, standing next to me in a world that no longer made sense.
Now, this was all we had.
Perhaps that was sufficient.
At the edge of the trees, Lucas paused, staring straight ahead. "This is it."
Maia paused. "Do we just walk in?"
I took a deep breath. "I suppose so."
It was odd that something as basic as entering a town felt more difficult than going up against Oliver in combat.
Lucas gave me a quick look. "Together?"
I looked him in the eyes, and we exchanged an unspoken message.
"Yes."
We started.
The change from predator to stranger, from warrior to outsider, was subtle, but I felt it. We were unknown to the human world. It didn't ask anything from us and didn't frighten us.
Perhaps that was the most enjoyable aspect.
We continued to walk, tentatively but steadily.
Maia let out a big sigh at one point. "All right, let me say it again. What is the strategy?"
Lucas grinned. "Survive."
Maia let out a moan. "It is not a plan."
I gave a small smile. "This is a beginning."
She let out a sigh. "All right. But I will hold you both accountable if we wind up hungry and homeless."
Lucas laughed. "Noted."
There was a slight release of stress.
Feeling the weight of everything we had lost and everything we still had to find, I exhaled slowly as the final remnants of the woodland vanished behind us.
Lucas halted when we arrived at a peaceful park and turned to look at me.
"Anna," he remarked in a quiet but passionate voice.
With my heart thumping in my chest, I glanced up at him. "Yes?"
He paused, looking into my eyes. "I understand that everything is fresh and unknown, yet please know that I'm with you. Regardless."
A knot rose in my throat, but I pushed it away. "I understand."
He grinned, a sweet little smile that broke my heart. "Good."
He then leaned in and gave me a kiss before I could respond.
It was a passionate, promising kiss that cemented our relationship in a way that words could never express.
Maia stood a few feet away with her arms crossed and a sneer on her face when we eventually separated.
"About time," she replied in a playful tone.
Even though my cheeks were flushed, I couldn't resist laughing.
With his hand still in mine, Lucas laughed. "You're just jealous."
Maia gave an eye roll. "Please. All of that mushy stuff is unnecessary."
Despite our uncertain future, I grinned, feeling joy in my heart.
We had freedom.
And I was confident that we could handle whatever came up as long as we had one another.
"Come on," I muttered.
We moved on, hand in hand, into the unknown.
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
Every breath was tinged with the weight of what lay ahead, and the night air was heavy with stress. The rebels' bodies were tense with expectation as they stood at the forest's edge, concealed by the thick undergrowth. The clearing where Oliver's fortress stood in the distance was stricken with weird shadows as moonlight seeped through the treetops.To steady myself, I shifted my weight and clenched my fingers into fists. I thought the others could hear how loudly my heart was beating.I heard a sharp crack to my left. I snapped my head in the direction of the sound, every muscle in my body tensing up.Beside me, Lucas stiffened, his hand already reaching for his blade. Maia froze, her sharp eyes scanning the shadows.Out of the darkness came two bright golden eyes.For a painful moment, I mistakenly believed it to be one of Oliver's scouts. Then the figure moved closer, a solitary, gaunt wolf with ribs showing through its m
"It’s almost time."It wasn’t just a statement; it was a reckoning. The kind of words that carried the gravity of everything we had fought for, everything we had lost, and everything we stood to lose. Even though he was trying so hard to hide it, I could detect the slight tremor behind his firm tone. It was the shudder of a man who was preparing for what was about to happen.I let out a breath and looked out over the area of land in front of us. As though the world itself were holding its breath for what was about to happen, the night was strangely calm. Tension permeated the air, the kind that caused your chest to tighten and your skin to prickle. Long, jagged shadows were cast over the assembled rebels by the orange glare of distant fires. As though they were restless too, the flames danced madly, reflecting the uneasiness that descended upon us all.With low murmurs and deliberate movements, the rebels moved in quiet tones. Each one of
"This is a bad idea."Standing next to me and gazing at the man in front of us, Maia spoke sharply and crossed her arms. Every dissident wolf in the room was on full alert, and the tension was palpable. The stench of mistrust was nearly oppressive.Ronan, the man in question, stood still, his palms raised in a gesture of peace. He was a warrior who had assisted Oliver in enforcing his harsh reign and had previously been one of his top enforcers. He said that he had now turned against him.I did no trust him. However, I couldn't overlook what he had to offer. Ronan's voice was steady as he said, "I don't blame you for being wary. But raw power alone won't cut it if you want to defeat Oliver. You must be aware of what you're getting into.""And we’re supposed to believe you suddenly grew a conscience?" With his arms resting on his enormous chest, Cain scoffed. "You think we forgot what you did?"Ronan's mou