Crowned In Vengeance의 모든 챕터: 챕터 261 - 챕터 270

Frost's POV I studied the faces of every person around me. I watched as they leaned forward, with bold eyes, and their hands supporting their chin, listening keenly to every word they said. I could tell they agreed with her words, but might not have the courage to let the supporting words slip from their lips. "Leadership is making the tough decisions... the impossible decisions, even when there are no good options to choose from. And that was exactly what I did," Rya said boldly.There was a deafening silence that enveloped the courtyard. The elders were uneasy on their seats, throwing glances at each other, speaking to themselves with just their eyes. "I call for a vote!" Elder Malachi cut through the silence with his words, rising from his seat. "Rya must be stripped of her Alpha title!"Most of the aged men on the table nodded their heads, concurring to the votes made. I was watching, my heart racing wildly for the umpteenth time. I could see the results of the tribunal even be

Rya's POV"...hence no verdict can be rendered..." I heard Elder Malachi say those words.A loud gasp escaped my lips unconsciously, and a wave of relief washed over me. I could feel my body lighten by his words, almost as though I was floating in air. I had been holding on to Frost's hands all the while, clutching it tightly as though it were my anchor. My heart had slowly returned to its usual rhythm after minutes of throbbing hardly against my chest... thrice its usual oscillation. My happiness however was short-lived. There was still that undeniable truth that lingered in the air, that... harsh reality that I needed to accept at that moment: that my fate still hung in the balance, that the decision still rested on the tribunal.Elder Malachi returned to his seat, his head lowered to the ground in a mix of shame and disappointment. The rest of the table leaned in closer, into some sort of enclosed curve, like a committee in a council, whispering amongst themselves. Their faces w

Rya's POVI had not been neglected after all. My pride was still secured—intact, well laced on my shoulders as though nothing had ever happened. I still received the respect... the honour, just as before, but not exactly as before.It had been a month since I was crowned as Luna of the SilverFang pack, and for one who had stepped down from a position with the greatest authority in the entire werewolf territory, another would expect that I bowed my head in shame, or think of where I found myself to be as a downgrade... a fall from grace. But I was most satisfied with where I was. I finally had the chance to just... breathe, to live, to have lightened shoulders, to sleep without rethinking the events of the past or the future, to sit without having the pressing needs of the people weigh my spirit down. But most of all, when I turned my eyes to the man who now wore the crown, I still felt like the victor. I was at peace, knowing fully well that they people deserved a good man like him,

Frost's POV"Can you hear me, Rya?" I whispered through the mind link. The distance between us had caused some kind of strain to our communication. Still, I could hear her. "I'm in position," she answered in a whispering tone. "I can see them, all of them.""Ready when you're ready," I answered.I had my men positioned right behind me, awaiting Rya's signal. This act, this mission, was sensitive in a whole lot of ways. If there was even a slight misstep, or an act out of scheduled timing, then we could end up like the ones we had set out to trap—on our knees, pleading for mercy. And so I stood vigilant, with my eyes scanning through the landscape, on the best way to storm that meeting hall.There was complete silence from Rya. It was almost as though I had lost my connection with her. It was like that for almost half an hour, not until she let out a frustrating groan through the mindlink, the kind that jolted me from the ground. "Oh gods!" I heard her say, followed by a hiss and a

Frost's POVA thousand options I had considered since I learnt that the barriers would fall. But only one really stuck, piercing, consistent. It was a radical one, but all rounds of my logical thinking had circled around it.I had learnt weeks ago that the barrier which kept the Void away for many centuries before the present time was raised by the collaborative act of the leaders of the various worlds. How did it skip past my thinking that the same method used then could have still been the same to leave a long lasting result on the world today? How did we substitute united hearts for just joint artifacts?I had the chance to make it right again. If only supernatural beings spent years in building unity rather than fighting against themselves, then they could face the Void's return as a united force rather than fragmented enemies. Or so I thought!Yet, in all of my travels to seek alliance with supernatural beings, their responses were... mixed, with most opposing the very thing I en