All Chapters of Crowned In Vengeance: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Rya's POVThere was a path leading to the SilverFang that was known only to me. I had discovered that route on one of my loneliest strolls around the pack, and did my best to keep it a secret even from Frost. And so the moment finally came when it fulfilled its purpose. I led the way while Oscar followed behind him. In his usual manner, he never uttered a word or asked a question as to how I knew this path. But I was very well aware that one of these days, he wouldn't hesitate to ask me, and I would be forced to spill the truth as pure as it could be. I finally got to see the truth in Oscar's words, the ones he spoke of the SilverFang not being the same as I had left it. I had not yet reached the Alphas's home, but the very sight of what my pack had become made my stomach turn in disgust.I could sparingly see people moving around in ease and comfort. There were posters on the walls, the kind that had a perfect sketches of Thorne with either warnings, or new tasks laws well carved

Rya's POVTime felt ephemeral---gone before it could be understood. I had come to understand the transience of it, and did so the hard way. Every ticking second only drew me closer to an unpredictable future, to the combat that would determine my position in the SIlverFang pack.Everything had changed in my absence over the last few weeks in the SilverFang pack. I had not prepared myself for the things that could possibly occur, and I couldn't blame anyone else but myself.I had sat to wonder how swiftly Thorne made a difference in the pack that I laboured to rebuild. He had turned it to a personal asset, to his golden goose where he constantly gathered his golden eggs. He had everyone on his side, constantly feeding them lies to the point where they could no longer discern it from the truth. If only I had known earlier, I would have instilled a kind of system that would have crippled him. And now, I had to find a way to stop him from performing that deadly ritual.I took a brief str

Frost's POVA ritual circle was drawn on the ground. The clock was ticking. Barely an hour towards the start of the eclipse and tensions were already high. We could feel the eclipse coming. It wasn't the end of the world... or maybe it was, and it was slowly becoming like it.The moon still seemed completely normal at first---bright and glowing in all of its glory, full and high in the sky. But as we drew near, the moon was getting dull, muted, like a breath passing over a mirror. The atmosphere had changed. The shadows were becoming a bit... softer, less sharp. The night was becoming still and different.Rya stood at one edge of the drawn circle, holding the Moonstone. She was going to channel the power of the stone, while I would be at the other edge of the circle, ready to use my hybrid magic to channel the power of the remaining artifacts.Elder Darius was of great help to us at that point of our confusion. If there was someone who could guide the rest of the pack in the middle of

Frost's POVMy eyes fluttered open slowly. My eyelids were heavy, and my vision was blurry at the start. I woke up with a sharp breath, with air dragging through my lungs as though it was the first time I ever used that organ. The pain in my chest was gone, the opening wound had sealed off, but the stinging memory of it still lingered in my head for a while.The air was different---still, quiet, almost as though I were in another world. But that familiar scent of lavender that swept through my nostrils only seemed to remind me of home. I was here---alive and well in the SilverFang pack. I tried to sit up. I tried to push myself up the bed and avoid that continuous vegetative state I had been in. But every slight flinch of my muscles only caused a strain in my head, and made my body even more uneasy. I was spiralling, my head spinning in a manner that made me feel so... dizzy. A slight hiss escaped my lips as I grinned in the sharp pain around my forehead."Hey! Hey! Sire, you need t

Frost's POV It was evening, the very night before the tribunal. The moon sat in the sky, with its glorious ethereal glow washing over the landscape. I had been outside the whole time, basking in the view of such heavenly beauty. But Rya, she had been extremely busy. It was literally the first time in a very long while since I watched her operate under such an immense amount of pressure. I knew Rya almost as though she was a part of me... or indeed she really was. She had the tenacity to burn for a very long time. She had such determination embedded within her bones, the kind that forced her to keep going even when her physical body seemed to weigh her down. She was a fighter, in words and in deeds. But I feared for her. I was so worried about her mind. The stakes were way higher in this particular moment. And as much as I dedicated all of my support to her, I couldn't hold back my worries, or even fight my haunting thoughts.She had been gathering her strong reasons: the homes she