All Chapters of Becoming The Werewolf Queen : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Esmeralda's POV I see the river was at the line in the sand. On the other side was the hope of the new world—the Rogues, the defectors, all families all wanted the chance to live. On the another side was the weight of the old world—the Royal Army, were ten thousand stronger, their armor all gleaming with a cold, soulless perfection. Aria was standing at the front of all the army, her white wolf form a stark contrast to the dark forest behind her. She wasn’t with Thorne. He was still locked in the dungeons, he was King in name only. Killian sat on his horse beside me, his black wolf form already pacing restlessly in his mind. I could already feel his battle-rage, hot, golden fire that threatened to consume everything."Don't lose yourself, Killian," I say, reaching out to touch his hand. "We need that very man today, not just the beast." He looked at me, and the golden fire softened. "I'm here, Esme. I'm right here."Aria gave us a signal. The siege engines groaned, and a rain

Esmeralda's POVEverything that had happened was like being unmade.I felt as though my memories being stripped away. It was the smell of the forest after rain. I felt feeling of Killian’s fur under my fingers. The sound of Oliver’s first laugh. They were all being drawn into the Great Oak, used as fuel to burn away the rot Silas had planted.Silas screamed as the light passed through him. He couldn't handle the purity of it. He disintegrated into ash, his physical form unable to contain the sheer volume of power I was channeling it for some reasonBut then I couldn't stop. The oak was a bottomless of a flickering pit, its thirst for healing and endless. I felt my knees hit the dirt. My vision was fading. The silver scar on my arm was glowing so brightly it was blinding.Esme...I heard Killian’s voice in my head. It wasn't a whisper; it roar. He was back at the city, miles away, but the bond was screaming.Don't go. Don't leave me."I have to," I say, and myvoice lost in the roaring

Esmeralda's POVThree days , and the "human" threat arrived in the form of a caravan from the southern human kingdoms. We never rarely traded with the south; and the humans were wary of the "wolf-folk," and what we did do was just to be suspicious of their their greed.I stood in the balcony of the Great Hall, and watching the colorful wagons roll through the gates. Killian then now stood with me, his hand rested on the hilt of his sword. He didn't like strangers, and he especially didn't like humans who smelled of gunpowder and stale wine as well."So nowthey're here for the spring fair," Marcus said, as he move closer at our side. He now looked tired; the rebuilding of the southern barracks has been taking its toll on him. "But they've brought more than just silk and spices.""What else?" I asked."Information," Marcus replied. "They're talking about a 'Purification Movement' in the south. Some radical priest claiming that the supernatural world is an infection that needs to be c

Esmeralda's POV After all the battle has ended. We moved back to our pack.We settled there, embracing the new peace.I sneaked out of my room to the main passageway that separates my room from the other parts of the building.It was so silent that I am very sure that I will be able to hear it if a pin falls. Yes, there are always three guards standing in each of these corners, although they make shifts with some other guards.The fact that they are not here is suspicious when everyone knows it so well that it's at night that evil people call for harm, and the guards are not anywhere near for me to call on them if anything happens, despite stretching my neck around.That means that this "Red alert" has to do with so many things, and if someone does not risk it to get an answer, wouldn't that be a bigger problem sooner or later? Well...I will be very careful not to get ambushed because, after all, they didn't tell us anything.Besides, I doubt that Killian would not cut off the head o

Esmeralda's POV I coughed continuously, rubbing my chest to stop the pain. "Calm down, my dearest" Thorne said as he moved closer, and placed his large hand on the upper part of my back, carefully rubbing it.It did stop the cough, but I was frozen on the spot to fling his hand away, the urge to vomit pushed up in my throat as I slowly raised my head to look at him. "I am fine now," I murmured in between gritted teeth."Your maid said to me that you've been refusing her service to you no matter how much she tries to impress you. Is there a reason, my dearest?" Is it because of me? He smiled warmly as he strolled back, but it came out disgusting to me.But I felt relieved to know that he wasn't here for any interrogation about the midnight. Oh God, save my life."Yes," I forced out, pushing back the spit that had formed in my throat."Is there any reason why you don't want to meet anyone? Sorry, is there anything that is bothering you? You can always tell me. I am the only one that w