All Chapters of Twisted Fates In A Tiger's Eyes : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Yewa's P.O.V I was pulled from my dreams by a gentle tapping on my shoulder. At first, I thought it was Dahlia, maybe checking in on me like she sometimes did, but the warmth of the hand and tingles from the hand told me otherwise.The normal me would have jumped up at the possibility of an attack on me but I had registered it deep that I was safe in his house and with his scent.My eyelids fluttered open, the faint morning light spilling across the room, and the very first thing I saw was Eric beaming, grinning, eyes brighter than I’d ever seen them.“Wake up, love.” He whispered, like he was nit the one who was low-key yelling for me to wake up. His sheepish look almost boyish, though his towering frame and commanding presence betrayed just how far from a boy he truly was.“It’s too early” I groaned, half-asleep still, and knowing very well that it wasn't dawn yet, but he shook his head, dark hair falling slightly forward, and the joy on his face made me sit up. “No, please.” He

Yewa’s P.O.VThe rites were a blur of sound, color, and movement, yet every detail seemed sharpened in my mind. The drumbeats thrummed through the earth, rattling up my legs until I could feel the rhythm in my chest. Fires roared to life around the sacred circle, flames dancing against the twilight sky. The air smelled of smoke, herbs, and wildflowers, some sweet, some bitter.People lined the perimeter, warriors and elders alike, their faces turned toward me. Some looked on with genuine curiosity. Others, with thinly veiled disdain, and others still wore expressions so practiced that I couldn’t tell if they were real or false.I stood at the center with Eric’s hand wrapped firmly around mine. His grip was warm, steady, and strong. The sight of him, broad shoulders, ceremonial armor shining in the firelight, eyes bright with purpose, should have reassured me.Instead, my heart pounded harder.I forced my eyes to the ground, to the pattern etched there in powdered herbs and symbol

Yewa's P.O.V Inside, my heartbeat was the loudest sound I could hear.Eric stood a few feet away with his back half-turned to me, the orange-and-gold reflection of the flames painting his tanned skin like the stripes of the beast that lived within him. His broad shoulders were tense, his breathing heavier than usual. Still steady, controlled, but tight. Too tight.Something about tonight felt different. The air was charged, thick with something unsaid, something primal.When he turned, his eyes were as golden and deep as molten amber, and immediately they found mine, I forgot to breathe.There was no mistaking the hunger there, no mistaking the way his pupils dilated as they locked onto me. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. The air between us pulsed like invisible cords stretching and trembling, about to snap under the weight of the tension that had been building between us since I’d said yes.“You’ve been quiet all evening.” I swallowed hard and forced my voice out, ner

Yewa's P.O.V Today was the big day and as soon as I woke up, my whole body trimmed with the thought that I was finally getting together with himIt was the day of the final rites.After today, I was his and he was mine.The same me that swore to never engage in matters of the heart after mine was shattered to the fire.From the second I woke up, my whole body hummed with happiness and power. It was like my mind, my wolf, my body and my soul was awake for this.“Skylar!” I warned out loud as her joy and pacing around was making me lose focus and memory of all the things I was told by Dahlia to prepare me for my big day but she wasn't listening.The wolf was totally gone in love, and honestly I couldn't blame her.Most wolves are with their partners from age eighteen.The day passed in a flash and before I knew it, it was almost time.The evening air was cool and fragrant, touched with the sweetness of pine and the faint scent of the ceremonial incense that floated through the Tiger tr

Yewa's P.O.V The dawn came heavy that morning, thick with fog and the promise of another battle, though this one wasn’t waged with swords. By the time the first light cracked across the mountains, I was already awake. Sleep hadn’t come easily after what I’d seen in Yewa’s eyes the night before that quiet flicker of worry she tried so hard to hide from me. Yes, I had assured her and it seemed like it calmed her down but I knew she was still scared. Not of me as she trusted me, at least enough to stand beside me. But of them. My people. My mother. The council. The same ones who had once nearly torn her apart for being a werewolf commander. I had spent months trying to convince her that those days were over. That my tribe, proud and stubborn as they were, had learned to live with her presence. That the hatred had faded, but when I saw her eyes cloud again, I knew I had lied to both of us. The war might have ended on the battlefield, but inside these walls, it still burned.