All Chapters of Wolves of the Fallen Empire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The following nights passed in a strange silence between Nia and Ash. There was an unspoken understanding now, a fragile truce that neither of them dared to break. They moved around each other with care, as if navigating a minefield of emotions, each step measured, each glance avoided.But beneath the surface, the tension was palpable. Nia couldn’t stop thinking about the offer Ash had made—to fight together, to find a way out of this darkness. She had spent so long living in the shadows, driven by hatred and a burning need for vengeance, that the thought of something—someone—wanting to help her, to stand by her side, felt like a dream she couldn’t afford to have.Ash had changed. She could see it in the way he looked at her, in the way his eyes softened when he thought she wasn’t watching. He wasn’t the same boy who had vanished amid the fire and smoke of the border massacre. He wasn’t even the same general who had hunted her down with ruthless efficiency. The man before her was

The silence between them held a weight neither of them could ignore, yet it felt different now—less like a wall and more like a bridge, fragile but existing. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Nia allowed herself to lean into it, to accept the quiet connection that pulsed between her and Ash. The room felt warmer, the night less oppressive. But underneath the tentative peace, there was still a churning storm, one that neither of them could escape.Nia’s hand remained in Ash’s, her fingers still lightly pressed against his. She had given him only a sliver of her trust, a fraction of what he had asked, and yet it felt like everything had shifted. For the first time in so long, the weight of her mission, her hatred, didn’t feel all-consuming. The empire had created monsters, but they hadn’t yet destroyed the people they had once been.Ash had offered something dangerous, something she hadn’t thought possible. He had offered her the chance to save herself, and perhaps,

The weight of Cyrus’s words hung in the air like a suffocating fog. Nia could feel the tightening in her chest, the cold sweat forming at the back of her neck. Everything had been so carefully planned, so meticulously orchestrated. They were this close. And now\... now they were trapped.Ash’s hand tightened around the hilt of his blade as he stood firm between Nia and Cyrus, his stance unwavering. The tension in the air was thick, but Nia could feel it slipping into something more—a dangerous calm, a sense of inevitability. They had been too careful for too long, and the empire had been watching every move.Cyrus’s smile widened, but there was no humor in it—only cold malice. "You think you’re so clever, don’t you? Hiding in plain sight, making moves like shadows. But you’re just pieces on a board, Ravenspine. And the empire has already decided your fate.”Ash didn’t flinch. "Then why are you still talking, Cyrus? Why don’t you finish it?" His voice was low, but filled with a

The moonlight filtered through the stained-glass windows of the palace, casting an eerie glow on the bloodied floor beneath Nia’s feet. She stood beside Ash, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps, her body aching from the relentless fighting. The soldiers, though fewer now, were still closing in. Eric’s voice echoed in the background, but the words blurred into noise as Nia focused on the here and now—survival, escape, and the fight for a future that seemed more uncertain with every passing second."Enough," Ash’s voice rang out, low and commanding, as his blade gleamed in the dim light. His eyes locked with Nia’s for the briefest moment, and she saw something in them—determination, pain, and something else she couldn’t name. They were both running on fumes, yet they had no choice but to keep going. This was their chance to end it all. This was the moment to bring down the empire.“We’re not done yet,” Nia said, her voice steady despite the chaos. She turned to face the remain

The world outside the palace walls was vast and open, a contrast to the suffocating corridors of stone they had just escaped. The air was cooler now, the sky tinged with the last vestiges of the setting sun. Nia took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the scent of fresh air, of freedom—however temporary it may be.But even as they stepped into the open, the weight of their decision pressed heavily on Nia’s shoulders. They were free for now, but not safe. The empire would hunt them down. Eric’s betrayal was only the beginning, and she knew the true battle had yet to come.She glanced at Ash, who stood beside her, his face hardened with resolve. There was something different in him now—something more than the soldier he had once been. He had changed, just as she had. In the fire of their shared struggle, they had forged a bond that would be impossible to break.“You’re quiet,” Ash said, his voice steady as they walked side by side, their steps in sync. His gaze flickered towa