Semua Bab Twisted Fates In A Tiger's Eyes : Bab 21 - Bab 30

General's (Eric's) P.O.VThe silence in the war tent was heavier than any battlefield fog.Six of my highest commanders stood in a circle around me, the firelight licking their armor, their faces carved into masks of suspicion and suppressed fury. Outside, my soldiers drilled, shouted, and drank as though the day were like any other. But inside these canvas walls, the true war was brewing.The war for my authority.I could smell their doubt. It was sharp, sour, laced with the quiet hunger of predators sensing weakness in their alpha. They feared me, yes. They always had. But fear was not loyalty. Fear eroded the moment cracks appeared, and today, I had cracked the bedrock of our unspoken code.They hadn’t said it aloud on the execution ground. None dared challenge the Tiger General in front of the army. But here, in private, their eyes gleamed with questions sharpened into accusations.I sat at the head of the long table, my claws drumming softly against the wood, each tap deliberate

The General (Eric's P.O.V)Fear.I could not relate to that word until her.I had faced a hundred battlefields and never once felt fear. Not when blades slashed inches from my throat. Not when arrows darkened the sky. Not even when I fought a dozen men alone, with nothing but blood and instinct driving me. Fear was a weakness and I had always believed that weakness was for others, not me but when she pressed steel to her throat, I knew fear.It wasn’t the kind of fear that slithers in the dark, nor the kind that coils before an ambush. No, this was raw, unrelenting terror, the kind that claws at your ribs and squeezes the air from your lungs.And the worst of it? It wasn’t even rage that filled me in that moment. It was desperation.It annoyed me but I knew I could not deny nor pretend that I didn't feel what I felt.I could not stand still. My body was restless, but not from the usual hunger for blood or battle. No, this was something else. Something worse and as thrilling as

The (General's Eric's) P.O.VIt was high time I made a bold move because protecting her myself was impossible here, as almost everyone wanted her dead.With every little trip to the office or the war room, restlessness fill me as every time I come back to meet her almost dead or dying.Too many attempts had been made on her life since her capture. Too many knives sharpened in the shadows, poisoning, imprisoning, framing and she was still here only because I had caught each attempt in time and I knew I was not psychic nor Powerful enough to know every time.One more time and it may be the last time my eyes enjoy the life in hers.I knew my mother well enough to know that If she truly wished Yewa dead, there was no wall, no lock, no order of mine, that would keep her from it. The fact that Yewa still breathed was not proof of safety, but a game, a warning, a promise.One that I could not gamble with any longer.The decision carved itself into me like a blade.I would take her out of t

The General's (Eric's) P.O.VMy heart hammered in my chest like a school boy holding the hands of his first crush, and as stupid as it sounded, I liked it.I had never felt it, nnpever.When my mates were finding their other halves or settling down, I was at war and when I wasn't, it was fake people trying to get close to me for power.Did I blame them? NoHowever, I distanced myself from everyone.Everyone but the two that somehow stuck to me like glue, no matter how much I tried to pull them off.Letting out a sigh, I bent my head to steal another glance but instead my heart squeezed in uncontrollable affection.She was still weak, wounded, recovering from the attempt on her life. Exhaustion had pulled her under, with her body slumping against mine as the vehicle hummed steadily along the forest road.I should have shifted her away. I should have told myself that taking comfort in her weakness was wrong in her half-conscious state. It was not an honorable thing but gods help me,

Yewa's P.O.V I ran. No one chased me, but I ran anyway. The wind tore at my cloak and the earth bruised my bare feet as branches clawed at my arms and legs until they burned with scratches, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. My lungs screamed for air, my ribs ached with every breath, yet I pressed harder, faster, like the shadows of unseen hunters were snapping at my heels. I didn’t want to give them the chance. If they cared enough to come after me, I wouldn’t be easy to catch. If they didn’t… well, that truth would hurt less if I was already far away. The General’s house, his prison, his sanctuary, whatever it was, disappeared behind me, swallowed by trees and distance. With every stride, I shed another layer of the strange comfort I’d allowed myself there. Comfort that had turned to poison the moment whispers of a fiancé reached my ears. I was done. Done waiting. Done hoping. Done believing that I, of all people, could deserve something as fragile and treacherous