Reya’s POVThere was a distinct sensation in the air at Riverdale. Lighter. Without any fear of kneading, I stood in the courtyard of the Riverdale Packhouse for the first time in years. This was an unusual sight. The burned banners had been exchanged. Blood oozed out of the stone. Children played in the places where warriors had fallen. And Alpha Tristan…. He stood beside me. Not as my Alpha. Not even as my mate. I am a man who is bruised, mournful, and making an effort. Upon arriving, Lydia was met with the realization that they still talk about their actions. You fashioned something out of nothing, Reya. I didn't respond. Our children were under my observation instead of the others. Amidst the afternoon sun, Luis and Pearl are chasing each other, their laughter echoing through all the hills. They deserve a childhood they never had,' I murmured. The voice of Alpha Tristan was lowered beside me. "And they've got it, thanks to you."I turned to confront him. "We're in relatio
Reya’s POVThe stench of ash and burnt earth.” The wind blew. Smoke drifted from the far-off Wyvern's castle ruins, and the sounds of death had faded to a dull background. We had won. Yet, there was no sense of achievement. While blood covered my armor, some were mine and most were not. The adrenaline crash from the war caused my limbs to shake, not weakness. Despite the fact that my children were safe, the foretelling was accurate, and Myra Webb was only a remnant of scorched bones, I couldn't shake off the hollowness. The Lycan King walked through the debris and inquired, "Is it finished?" Nodding and blinking through grimy, I said: "Myra's gone." In reply. Alpha Wyvern's soldiers have surrendered. It's over.”His eyes twinkled with a sharp flicker." And your passion?" I asked. My veins were still so hot, and I said "I buried it with her." There was still something within me from the divine being. She was watching. Despite his face burned, the Lycan King reached into his cloa
Reya’s POVFire. Pain. Blood. I was drenched in all three.” Our last siege caused the fortress grounds to shake. My troops had penetrated the walls of Alpha Wyvern. War whistles echoed through the sky. Magic crackled in every direction. Injected corpses tumbled, clouds shone, and the odor of coal and steel made breathing impossible. Myra Webb's savage kick to my chest caused me to fall over and collide with a heap of crushed stone. My ribs screamed. My breath hitched. My hands trembled. "I had a greater expectation of the Luna Phoenix," she said, her eyes wide open and her mouth swish. "Take heed of me." Bleeding. Broken. Powerless.” I coughed, tasting blood. A blackened armor, adorned with silver runes, belonged to Myra and was filled mitting with cursed energy. Dark magic ruined her eyes, but they still sparkled like that. Our warriors were pushed back by the remaining men of Alpha Wyvern behind her.” Alpha Tristan was residing in someplace, fighting against hell. My childr
Reya's POV. The night roared. Stars shone as they were lit by torches. The cliffs were punctuated by the sound of drums, which brought together warriors who had previously stood on opposite sides and now identified as mine.' Among the sea of scars and anger stood an array of characters, including Alphas, rogues like Ginkgo, outcasts from outer space, and omegas. I stood in the front.'" I emphasized that the battle was not for revenge, but for justice. "We are fighting for it."For the children stolen. For the blood spilled. Every person who thought they were lost in time."A cry of war shook the stillness. And then we ran. The fortress of Alpha Wyvern was ahead, its walls slicked with flames, like the jaws of a monster. The gates were shattered by explosions as our wolves detonated the barriers, making way for the charge. I shifted mid-run. The crimson fur ran through my armor.' The smell of blood was all over my mouth. We clashed. Thunder was the only sound heard as the first
Reya's POV. The garden was silent. Too silent. There was no sound from the breeze, only the fragrance of lilacs and tension. My twins, Luis and Kiera, were playing close to the fountain as I stood beneath the twisted willow. The tone of their chuckles was gentle, with an innocence that I'd rather preserve. I clung to that sound like a lifeline. The threats were not communicated to them by me. With respect to Chloe’s escape from the dungeons. Upon discovering one of their fellow prison guards dead, the guard's throat was ripped open like an animal'. She was out there somewhere. I had the impression that she was not running.' Then the wind shifted. The light caught Pearl's golden curls as she froze in mid-spin." Luis turned his head sharply. The sharp aroma of perfume, cloying and familiar also hit me. "Inside. Now." I ordered. Without delay, they followed instructions, but the figure stumbled from behind the hedge.”Chloe. In her customary white attire, she resembles a sinister
Reya’s POVAs the wind snarled across the mountain plateau, it convulsed with whispers of rebellion, broken promises, and the remnants from a fire I refuse to let extinguish. The heart of what was once a war zone is now occupied by those who have been marginalized, rejected, or hunted. I can hear the voices of those gathered in this place, including women, outcasts, and others, fighting their own silent battle. My appearance is met with suspicion and hopelessness. With my chin raised above the sun's last shimmer, I contemplate its final glow. Reya is no longer the only survivor, the sole rebel hiding in the shadows. Today, I'm something new—something fiercer. My voice remains steadfast and invigorated as I announce, "This is the moment to confront our destiny."No more hiding, no more surrendering. The battle for ourselves and every Luna, as well as any woman who has been cheated by her own species, is the reason we fight. The old order will be smothered by our fire. The audience