Chapter 231

Elara’s POVThe cold stone beneath my knees bit into my skin, but I refused to shift or show pain. I’d rather bleed than let Dorian think he’d broken me.“You’ve never been fair,” I spat, my voice echoing through the chamber. “You’ve always been a vindictive asshole. Just like your father.”That's why all this wars had been going on between Grimshade pack and Salientmoon pack. They wanted to win by all means and take over Salientmoon territory even though they had no issue with him or his father.He smiled, lips curling like a snake’s. His enforcers—those silent wolves standing like statues behind him—tensed. One of them, a broad-shouldered man with a scar along his jaw, stepped forward half an inch.I stared him down.“Go ahead,” I said, lifting my chin. “Hit me. It’s the only language cowards like you understand.”But before the man could move, Dorian chuckled. Low and amused, like I was a child having a tantrum.Obviously he was entertained by seeing me on my knees. He always wante

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Chapter 232

Elara’s POV“You,” I whispered, breathless, the meaning behind his words crashing into me like a blade through my heart. “You were the one behind it all?”Dorian stood tall, calm, like he hadn’t just ripped open every scar I thought had healed. “Yes,” he said, so matter-of-fact it made bile rise in my throat. “You were too trusting. Too emotional. Easy prey.”The room blurred for a second. The stone walls, the flickering torchlight, the distant howl beyond the prison gates—none of it mattered. Just him. Just that face. That smirk.“You son of a—” I lunged.It was instant. I didn’t think. My body moved before my mind could process the rage boiling under my skin. My claws extended as I aimed for his throat, but two enforcers grabbed me mid-air.These sons of bitches.“LET ME GO!” I screamed, struggling like a feral animal.“Restrain her!” Dorian barked, backing away without a scratch.My feet kicked against the stone. I twisted, and snapped, but their grip was iron. One of them had his

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Chapter 233

Andrew’s POVThe crunch of boots against gravel echoed as I moved through the courtyard, the cold morning air biting at my skin. Warriors lined both sides, some sharpening blades, others checking weapons or adjusting armor. Every face was drawn tight with tension, but there was a fire in their eyes. Determination. They knew what we were walking into. And still—they showed up.I didn’t have time to admire their loyalty. My mind was elsewhere.Elara.I hadn’t heard her voice since she was kidnapped. No whispers through the bond. No sense of her emotions. Just silence. The kind of silence that made your chest feel too small to hold your heart.She was out there. With him.And I wasn’t going to let her stay there.I clapped a hand on Greg’s shoulder as I passed. “Get the west flank ready. I want all scouts in position by sunrise.”“You got it,” he said, eyes scanning the tree line.Just then, the main doors of the pack house slammed open. I turned instinctively, my body already tense.Mi

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Chapter 234

Elara's POVI didn’t expect the room to be this quiet.The torches on the wall burned low, casting eerie shadows across the stone floor. Each step Dorian took echoed off the cold walls, bouncing back at me like a threat. My wrists burned from the cuffs, still raw from earlier struggles. My breath hitched as we entered the chamber.There it was.The Owlshard sat on a raised pedestal, glimmering faintly like it breathed in its own way. That thing—so old, and powerful—it almost didn’t look real. My heartbeat roared in my ears. Every instinct in my body screamed run. But where to? I was trapped in a den of monsters with one leading the pack.Dorian halted a few feet from the pedestal and raised a hand. His enforcers stopped immediately, standing at attention like they’d been carved from stone.Something was wrong.He turned slowly, his smile twisted and patient, like a vulture circling a dying animal. “Before I give you the Owlshard,” he said in that voice of his—low, smooth, a serpent

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Chapter 235

Elara's POVDarkness.It wasn’t like closing your eyes—it was thicker than that. It had weight. It had sound. Like static buzzing through my skull, trying to tear apart the seams of who I was.I couldn't move. Couldn’t scream.But I could feel everything.The crystal had cracked me open, and Dorian—he was inside my head.The first vision came like a whisper.I was standing in the snow. My hands were bloody, trembling. Across from me, Andrew stood. His eyes were like ice. No warmth. No recognition. Just… cold detachment.“You're a weapon, Elara,” he said flatly. “That's all you’ve ever been.”“No,” I breathed. “That's not real.”He didn’t blink. “You really thought I loved you? Fates, how desperate were you?”I stumbled back, the words cutting through me like blades. My body moved in the vision, but I had no control. My lips trembled.“Please,” I whispered. “Andrew, it’s me.”His jaw clenched. “And that’s the problem.”A loud crack split the air—and suddenly the vision shifted. Now I w