Semua Bab Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Fabian's POV.A steady stream of sound enveloped the stone halls of Lycan palace, accompanied by the drumbeat of war. The sound permeated all my inner beings, a haunting reminder of the battle ahead. Overhead the clouds had gathered like an unsettling, spiraling ball of darkness, with the heavens themselves making arrangements for the approaching terror. From a distance, the winds whispered about blood and death, as well as the fragility of life in our planet.After hours of planning, I found myself trapped inside the war chamber. I was faced with a map of ancient battles that were burned so badly, and it showed how history repeats itself. The rebellious groups had become more and more formidable, with their ranks threatening to overrun my efforts. The map was drenched in blood from those who had stood before me, trying to protect our property but failing.While my mind was consumed by strategy, I sensed something else beneath the leader's icy skin and the king' face. I didn't want to

Fabian's POV.Silent, yet thick was the forest. Every snap and crack on the leaves were like threatening something, the warning.? Despite the battle that occurred last night, the scent of smoke persisted, blended with bitter blood and steel. I found myself buried under the ground beneath my boots, marked by deep marks of a hard-won battle that barely got us out of our seclusion.Tonight, the stakes were more significant. Nevertheless.I was aware of Seraphina's location, trapped in a state of darkness that kept her from shining. A weapon and a curse, she was burned with her magic. With my pace ablaze in the woods, her fragrance - delicate and sweet like the wind 'airy' smelling of dead leaves carried me further into the forest where she was trapped.Lysandra stood beside me, her eyes wide open and sword pointed at him. She was a strong companion, someone I could depend on for my life. A steady and dependable companion, Louis Donovan followed closely behind, providing stability during

Seraphina's POV.The forest was still covered in smoke, causing it to suffocate like a blanket. A strong scent of burnt wood and blood lingered over the damp earth beneath my boots. It was like falling from heaven. Despite the silent environment on the battlefield, it was not peace as another storm had arrived. My bones were hard to break. The sounds of tense steel and fearful roars were unsettling, but nothing was more haunting than the face that wouldn't leave me stunned: Tricia.She was one of the individuals in our group.' A mentor, an ally, a friend.'". Our greatest betrayal was where I found myself.The recollection rippled in my mind, sharp as a knife. How could I've have trusted her? Could it be that we failed to notice the whispers and vanishing events of war when combat was imminent? It wasn't carelessness. It was deliberate. With every detail she provided Rylan Thorn, she swung into the fabric of our pack, sharing our plans and weaknesses. "That information shattered my sp

Seraphina's POV.The war chamber was filled with tension and a dense atmosphere. The narrow windows were shattered by the faint dawn light, casting long shadows over the gathering of warriors and their worried faces. Inside, there were gentle, unwavering sounds of the pack's movement and preparation for battle that echoed like a heartbeat.I should have been stronger by now, but in reality, my strength was diminishing.. The weight of the war and all that was ahead was sinking into my bones. Yet, there was more than just external pressure, but an internal force, a primal and uncontrollably force. It had always been hiding under the surface, but it was becoming more difficult to forget lately. Why?There was an inner wolf that was making me feel.I held my sword tightly, attempting to eliminate the discomfort that was biting my flesh. In recent days, it had been a constant presence. My eyes closed and felt a sense of urgency, hunger.'". It wasn't the fear of war that caused me to feel a

Seraphina's POV.Our surroundings were like the center of a war zone, with snow and lightning swirling around us as we felt intense tension from the battleground. The air was intoxicating, and my every exhale tasted like a corpse. It felt like I was about to meet the end of our lives. Despite the pack's strength and dominance, I could feel the pressure of the battle that was taking its toll on us. We were unable to resist the strength of Rylan's forces, and his magic was more formidable than any we had encountered.But something was different. It had that feeling inside me that shook me like nothing I'd experienced before. The power that had been buried in me, my mother's blood, was no longer just a whisper in my mind. The noise was a loud boom. It had to be heard.There was an inner wolf, wild and determined to fight. Yet, there was something else -- an ancient and unrefined energy that filled my entire body. My wolf wasn't the only one pushing to the surface. There was a deeper aspe