After hours of wandering around, we came across a cabin. With his hand hovering over the corroded handle, Lucas stopped at the door.
"It doesn't appear to be much," he remarked, turning to face me. "But compared to sleeping outside, it's better."
I nodded, too tired to protest. Running had left my legs hurting, and the turmoil of the previous day had left my brain aching. If only for a few hours, I just wanted to pass out somewhere safe.
We entered the room when Lucas creaked the door open. It was remarkably undamaged, but the air was musty and stagnant. There was a shabby couch in the middle of the room, its cushions sagging but still functional, and a little fireplace against one wall.
As we shut the door behind us, Lucas muttered, "This will do." He went quickly to inspect the windows to make sure we weren't being followed. His movements were quick and precise.
With everything finally weighing on me, I collapsed onto the couch. I pressed my trembling palms to my face in an attempt to regulate my breathing.
Lucas whispered gently, "Hey," jerking me out of my thoughts. He was crouched in front of me, his eyes probing mine, when I looked up. "You alright?"
I said in a voice that was hardly audible above a whisper, "I don't know. I feel like everything is heavy."
With a softened smile, he nodded. "There has been a lot. Anna, we are still here. We'll succeed in this."
Although I wanted to believe him, I was plagued with uncertainty. "How?" With a cracking voice, I asked. "How do we continue when everything seems to be falling apart?"
Lucas paused, looking down at the ground. "Because we have no other option," he ultimately stated. "Because it is not an option to give up. Not for me nor for you."
The turmoil in my head was calmed by his words, which enveloped me like a cozy blanket. I inhaled deeply and nodded. I said, "You're right," in a more steady voice.
Getting up, he extended his hand to me. "Come on. Let us start a fire. Soon, it will be dark."
Silently, we gathered wood from the little pile by the fireplace and stacked it until flames began to flare. The instantaneous warmth chased away the cold that had crept into my bones.
Lucas sat on the couch next to me, his face shadowed by the firelight. His eyes had a quiet intensity that made my chest tighten, even though he appeared sleepy.
I blurted out the words, "You've been holding us together," before I could stop myself. "I believe I haven't expressed gratitude."
With furrowed brows, he turned to face me. "Anna, you don't have to thank me. We are all in this."
"Yes, but still." Looking for the appropriate words, I trailed off. "I doubt I could accomplish this without you."
Both of us remained silent for a time as Lucas's face softened. The weight of everything we had experienced together, along with the unspoken things, made the quiet between us unsettling.
Finally, in a quiet voice, he murmured, "Anna. I have something I've been meaning to say."
Looking into his intense eyes made it difficult for me to breathe, and my heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"
He paused, his jaw clenched as though he was trying to get up the confidence. He said, his voice hardly audible above a whisper, "I care about you. More than I should probably."
With the backdrop fire crackling quietly, the air appeared to get thicker around us. With my heart racing, I took a deep breath.
"I also care about you," I confessed, my voice trembling. "I am not certain when it happened, but... I sense it as well."
A look of surprise flickered across Lucas's face as his eyes widened slightly. However, he softened his attitude and reached out to remove a lock of hair from my face.
With emotion in his voice, he responded, "You have no idea how much I needed to hear that."
A tiny, hesitant smile that seemed strange after everything we'd gone through came out of my mouth. "I believe that I do."
We just sat there for a time, the air between us tinged with an intangible but unmistakable energy. Then slowly, as if to give me an opportunity to back away, Lucas leaned in with tentative gestures.
No, I did not.
The world seemed to collapse when his lips found mine. All of it—the uncertainty, the pain, the fear—melted into the background, leaving just the steady beat of his pulse and the warmth of his touch.
The deep, tender kiss was more of a promise than anything else. Lucas's breath was warm on my skin as he laid his forehead against mine when we finally separated.
"I have no idea what's going to happen," he said. "But I'll fight for you, I know that. For us."
My eyes were watering, but not because I was upset. "I'm going to fight too," I muttered. "We'll resolve this. together."
We were brought back to reality by a huge collision outside, which broke the scene. Quickly, Lucas stood up, his body alert and stiff.
With a strong, urgent voice, he urged, "Stay here."
"No way," I retorted, stepping up as well. "I won't leave you to face whatever lies ahead by yourself."
He looked at me, admiring and frustrated at the same time. "Alright. Stay close."
With lengthy shadows cast behind us by the firelight, we made our way to the door. Lucas opened the door carefully, and I could hear the creak in the silence while my heart raced.
There was an indisputable feeling that something was watching and waiting in the quiet, dark woodland outside.
"Did you feel that?" I uttered a barely heard murmur.
Lucas's mouth clenched as he nodded. "Yes. Be vigilant."
With the chilly night air stinging my skin, we went outside. The only sound to break the terrible silence was our breathing. Then a wild deer came running from the bush.
Heading back inside, we both shook our heads and took a look at each other.
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