All Chapters of Awakening the White Wolf: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Kiara's POV The first thing my body registered was the cold. It seeped through my skin and into my bones, and even though it felt strangely familiar, I couldn't help but note that it was weird too. It wasn't like the typical cold that made you shiver. It was the kind that made your mind hazy and slowed you down. It dulled your senses, and weakened your limbs , so much so that you would be unable to breathe even. A dull throb formed at the back of my head, and I groaned. The pain spread through my entire skull, and I couldn't fight the loud ringing that pulsed in my ears. I hadn't done a brain scan recently, but I knew for a fact that the last time I checked, there wasn't a band if monkeys playing rock music in there, so where the hell was this horrible headache coming from?I inhaled and exhaled a couple of times, before peeling my eyes open. The first thing that caught my eyes was a pale silvery light. It stretched above me and around the canopy of trees that were scattered arou

Darius' POV I made my way quickly to the council room, but each step I took dud nothing to rid me of the many thoughts that had been running through my mind all morning. She'd been running through my mind since the moment I got up, but somehow, she managed to creep into my s permanent position in my mind the moment she stepped through and into the grimwood. A small part of me had almost disagreed with the council when they'd put forward that test, but an even bigger part of me knew very well she couldn't stand her ground with the other rogues in the arena. If her run in with the first rogue taught me anything, it was the fact that she was still innocent, and I wasn't sure I would be able to forgive myself were anything to taint that virtue of hers. The emotional and mental part of the trial were important for all contestants, but I'd opted to bring hers forward, to give her time to recuperate and probably train better. It sounded like a good idea in my head, but what I didn't kno

Kiara's POV The arena looked the same, but it didn't feel the same, no matter how hard I looked. I stepped through the doors that ushered me into the arena the first time and it fed me into the fighting ground almost immediately. I glanced to my right where the other rogues stood, and I realized Hazel was right. A good number of them were missing, unlike the last time I was here. I wasn't friends with any of them, but I'd made a mental note of just how many were around for the first fight and compared to now, the slight drop was noticeable. I did a quick scan of the faces there, and every ounce of hope I once had plummeted down the same cliff I'd jumped when I saw Scarface. A small part of me had hoped that she would have been a part of the statistics report Hazel gave yesterday, but I was wrong. Almost as if she could read my thoughts, she angled her head slightly and we locked eyes. A chill ran down my spine at the cold gaze in her eyes, and I jerked my face backwards. I was

Darius' POV The floor of the arena was still wet with blood, and it unnerved me that it seemed to glisyej underneath the moonlight. The crowd had long scattered, and I couldn't be more grateful for the silence that they left behind. Alongside that silence though, was the thought of something eerie floating in the air, and it made my stomach churn. Something wasn't right, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't bring myself to figure out what it was. My eyes scanned the arena one more time, and as I stared back and forth, I wasn't sure what I'd expected to see. I'd missed today's trial, although not intentionally. My absence could only be attributed to work and alpha duties. Thanks to my departure in the middle of the last meeting, I had a lot of catching up to do on the issues at hand. They ranged from border politics, down to protecting the pack members and other boring stuff. The only reason I'd stayed back in my office was because I had no idea Lyra would be fightin

Darius' POV The soft hum of the overhead lights was the only sound in the room. Alongside the frantic rustling of pages in between my fingers as I swiped from time to time, I looked nothing short of a mad man on the quest for knowledge, and maybe that was what I was. Either way, I didn't care. As long as I got what I wanted. No, needed. I hadn't slept a wink, and even though I didn't feel the least bit sleepy, I couldn't deny the fact that my back ached from being hunched over my desk all through the night. The old books spread in front of me were stained with time, dust clinging to their spines. While I pulled them from the archives, I could swear I made out cobwebs dangling all around them. The fang of Velkar. That was the only thing I'd been on the look out for. Prior to this moment, I wasn't sure I'd bothered myself to learn a little bit more about the blade, other than it's name. Over the years, rumors and theories had come to light, but none of them actually piqued my in