All Chapters of Torn From The Bond : Chapter 121 - Chapter 127

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

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 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 POV The past had elapsed in such a serene manner, as water flowed through the stone and pain was gradually eroded. Today, there was no fear of the wind and nothing but laughter. And it wasn't mine. It belonged to my children. Running through the fields outside the Riverdale compound, Pearl and Luis were happily howling as they ran around, their golden-red fur shimmering under the sun. My arms were swung back and I couldn't contain my excitement as I rested on the porch railing. My every breath had the aroma of freedom. Of peace. I never obtained anything, and I struggled hard to give it to them. Behind me, the porch creaked. I didn't have to turn to find out if it was Alpha Tristan. “They are moving at a faster pace than us,’ he blurted. "I grinned." They seem safer now than they were before. Our children were playing wolf-like, and we stood in silence. But Pearl was more strategic, quicker and sharper. Luis, raw power. Balanced. Dangerous. They were trained by me to