All Chapters of Torn From The Bond : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Reya's POV. It's like letting the journal settle in my hands. I was unable to hold my ground due only to the strength of each line and word. The bloodline I had was a mystery to me, but it was something I knew. Secret, the burial site of Mooncrest. The spill was leaking out wide. The discovery that my mother was once the victim of the Lycan King's father and that I had a sacred bloodline to bridge opposing packs was accompanied by repercussions. It threw away everything I was familiar with. With her journal in my hands, I sat on the cold ground among the remnants of Mooncrest with shaking fingers. I oscillated between shock and despair. Am I just playing a game, I am pawn? Did my supposed significant other, Tristan, have prior knowledge about me? Was he lying to me? Is it possible that he was already involved in this prophecy when it was first predicted? A thousand inquiries flooded my mind, yet one certainty shone bright: I felt bound to an undetermined destiny, determined by an

Reya’s POVWhen I leave the shed where I've been hiding, a bitter cold breeze whips through my skin, as if whispering warnings, I can't ignore. Why? While I watch the moon, its silver glow shimmering beneath the snow-covered ground is inconspicuous to me. I sense a storm-like presence near Alpha Tristan's face. Despite my own wishes, I had decided against giving him the pleasure of begging or pleading. Not again. But when I see him rise from the shadows, it's like seeing myself on a precipice." He looks dangerous. Taller than I remember, his shoulders full of stoicism. His frigid blue eyes cloak my skin like an arrow thrusting straight at me. The stillness persists, heavy and unattainable. He growls, indicating his desire to return with me. His voice is low but powerful. “Come back in." Now.” I tighten my fists. “No.” Close his eyes, with a clenched jaw and bowed voice saying, "You're not in the right place." Not anymore.” I took a deep breath, firming my head. "You were wrong

Reya’s POVFor days, the outer packs have been tearing apart in an unrelenting attack, with fire and chaos spreading out across the far-off horizon. Myra Webb's and Alpha Wyvern' gang has taken over the world, carving out a path that will result in ruin. Each report is yielding more evidence, as pack packs fall apart, alliances dissolve and hope fades. And I'm situated in the middle. My current state is a result of my predestined destiny. The prophecy is whispered with a harsh tone: "Her rise up, Mama!". That's more than just a vague misconception. The truth is embedded in my DNA and ingrained in all of my every respiration.' The only person who can bring the darkness to a stop or drown out the world. But hope is fragile. It breaks down in every second. I gaze upon the gathered masses, caught in fear and anticipating salvation that appears to be far off. Both of my children are devoted to me, and I experience the same level of uncertainty in their bodies. The sense of chaos and th

Reya’s POVOur surroundings are enclosed by dense woodland that acts as a living trap. Each leaf's rumbling and snapping branches feel hollow, as if the forest is whispering secrets that warn us to turn back. But I know better. Myra Webb doesn't do subtle. She is a snake, poisoned and hunted like. Tristan's figure is firm in my vicinity, his eyes scanning every shadow, dark and ominous. Xander follows, quiet but alert and sniffing the air for danger.? Lydia stays close to me, shaking but determined. She has a rhythm of heartbeat, but I can sense if she's afraid or determined. We're close, I whisper, my voice filled with excitement. "Her scent is intense."She's preparing.”Motion flickers through the darkness, a kind of flash. With my sword in my grasp, I whisper words that are not entirely audible. there is an abrupt flash of fire, blades, and lightning. Myra. We can expect her to be waiting for us, like a spider that bounces off the surface of darkness with only her eyes lit up b

Reya's POVThe silence in the forest is a typical and only broken by the whispers of wind. At the crack of dawn, shadows are tightly gripped, and the fragile tranquility I fought for feels threatened. The exhaustion she is experiencing has caused Lydia to pause for breath. Despite her blood slowing down, she has deep wounds.' I acknowledge that the magic I've summoned tonight is a bit darker than my own, and Sami is kneeling beside her, whispering healing chants. The weight of my actions is heavy on me as I feel a pull against my ribs. I've been shackled by my own doubts and the pressure from others for an extended period. What was the price I had to pay for breaking them? Tristan's eyes sparkle with conflicting anger and concern as he stands nearby. "Reya, what you did was reckless." What follows? That power... it's unpredictable. You've accessed a gate that could be impossible to bypass.” "I'm uninterested," I whisper, my voice trembling but firm. "My mind is now completely free