All Chapters of Twisted Fates In A Tiger's Eyes : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“You’ll only be safe there. Please come with me.” He pleaded as he hurriedly packed some things into a bag and had a maid pack mine into another bag.The power to refuse was not even in me as I laid there like a sack of potatoes.I couldn't moveI was bruised all over. So bruised that he had to carry me all the way back here and I think he is still planning to carry me again to wherever he said would keep me safe.Why does he want me safe?What is going on?I knew very well that it was not my pack negotiating as they didn't care, neither was it because I was such a kind person that he could not bear to kill, and that was what made me so confused.As soon as he was done with that, he put them all in a very huge bag pack and carried me so fast, my head whipped back sharply.“I'm sorry.” He apologised. His voice heavy and sounding out of breath as he had been moving with so much speed for the last twenty minutes, at least.Hurrying past the hallways, he tried to make his footsteps as lig

“Please stay.” He said with his tone as calm as ever, as he held my free hand as I walked towards the door. His words as calm as it was, made me even more annoyed. He didn't respond to me when I asked him a question but could talk now that I wanted to leave.“Let me go.” I responded. My mind was already made up and I knew that he could see that very clearly as I just stared at the closed door like I was seeing something he wasn't.As he released my hands, I reached fur the door knob but before I could twist it open, I literally felt myself get lifted off the ground and into the air.Frustrated and annoyed, I kicked and fought back so hard that his iron grip loosened and he let me go, but grabbed me again before I could take a step away from him.My kicking and fighting this time did nothing as he just locked me in an iron grip as I dwindled on his shoulders.“Uh, am I interrupting something?” Dylan asked with a smirk on his face that I almost screamed from the frustration of not bein

The General closed his eyes for a moment, as if cursing fate. His jaw tightened, his soldier’s mask sliding back into place. “I have to go,” he said, his voice low and the warmth from seconds ago already retreating into the iron will that defined him.I saw the change in his eyes. The softness hardened again, the soldier returned, duty swallowing everything else. His jaw clenched.I couldn’t speak. My throat had closed up, and all I could do was nod, my hands clutched together in my lap as if to hold myself in place.He bent, pressing his forehead to mine for the briefest instant. The gesture somehow felt more intimate than the kiss. “Wait for me.” He said as his breath brushed my ear as he whispered, waking away slowly and looked backAnd then he was gone.The sound of his boots echoed down the corridor until there was nothing left but silence.=~•~=I sat by the window for what felt like hours, hugging myself, my lips still burning. I touched them again and again, as if trying to

The night burned long in my thoughts. Sleep never came, not even for a moment. I sat before the fireplace until the embers glowed low and the air smelled of ashes. My body was heavy, but my mind refused to settle. Every whisper of rumor replayed itself in my head. The General has a fiancé. The words tangled with the memory of his lips pressed to mine. I had been foolish enough to think that kiss meant something, foolish enough to let my heart stir in ways I’d kept locked for years. My wolf heart was not easily swayed, and even she was swayed. For the first time, someone fought for us, and stood by us despite all oppositions and as much as I thought I was nuts buying into it, I was. But it was all a lie. Finally, I rose and my legs carried me to her without permission, each step hard, heavy with all the questions that had tormented me through the night. She was kneeling by the table, slicing herbs with a small iron knife. “Yewa.” She whispered like a greeting. Looking at me li

General's (Eric's) P.O.VI had caught a glimpse of her but before I could even look properly, it was an attack from all sides.It was always like that. Take down the head and the body would fall.As I fought with not much dedication to the battle, I saw them retreating and could clearly see her holding another commander whom I could recognise from the armor she wore.My scouts had whispered of her dwindling forces, of her pack fighting with desperation, of numbers slipping from her grasp, but, Yewa was the kind of commander who turned desperation into fire, who bit down harder when the world tried to force her to yield. You may wonder how I knew her name but I did my research the second I got back after seeing her.I did not believe she would ever bow. That was what made me march that day with an emptiness in my chest, prepared for another bloody push to finally crush what remained of her resistance.As we searched through the woods, in the direction they had retreated to, I heard s