جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 170

Zane’s POVThe silence inside my study was beginning to suffocate me.I stood near the large window with my hands folded behind me, staring into the dark skies outside Moonveil while thunder rumbled in the distance. Hours had passed since I sent the guards after Valkyra, yet nothing useful had returned.Nothing.My jaw tightened.Every second Valkyra remained out there felt dangerous. The woman had murdered her own father without hesitation. If she could do that to the man who raised her, then there was no limit to what she could do to Naya… or my son.Arthur.Just the thought of him softened something in my chest for the briefest second.My son was asleep upstairs with Naya.Safe.At least for now.But even with that comfort resting somewhere deep inside me, my mind refused to settle.Because another problem kept crawling back into my thoughts.Naya.I exhaled heavily and dragged a hand through my hair before turning away from the window. My boots echoed against the study floor as I

Valkyra’s POVTwo days.Two whole days trapped inside this rotting dilapidated make shift of a safe house.And I was already losing my mind.I sat near the dusty window staring at the nearly empty fridge across the room while irritation clawed violently through my chest. There was barely any water left. The food supplies had reduced to almost nothing.Even the air inside this place smelled miserable.Wet wood.Dust.Decay.I hated it.This wasn’t life.This wasn’t who I was.I am Valkyra Frostveil. Daughter of the most Revered High Priest Harold FrostveilThe future Alpha Queen of Moonveil.Or at least… I was supposed to be.Not some filthy rogue hiding in abandoned houses and rationing bread like a starving peasant.My jaw tightened as I folded my arms.How had everything fallen apart so quickly?One moment I was preparing to stand beside Zane before the entire pack. Slowly taking him out from within.The next moment…I am being hunted like an animal.My nails dug into my palms.And

Zane’s POVThe war room felt colder than usual.Or maybe it was just me.I stood in front of the long mirror, adjusting the cuffs of my black ceremonial suit, my jaw set tight as my thoughts ran wild beneath the calm surface I forced myself to maintain.Everything was in motion now.There was no turning back.I had already given Nikolas the order… guards stationed around Naya and Arthur at all times. No one in, no one out without clearance. Not even a shadow was to pass unnoticed.If Valkyra or Katherine dared to step foot into Moonveil today…It would be the last thing they ever did.I rolled my shoulders slightly, letting the fabric settle perfectly against my frame before stepping back.The man staring back at me in the mirror didn’t look like the boy who once flinched under his father’s rage.No.That boy was long gone.In his place stood someone harder, colder and most definitely Stronger.I turned away from the mirror and walked toward the center of the room where the guards sto

Zane’s POVThe moment the guard said it..“She took High Priest Frostveil’s body…”The words didn’t just land, it struck hardFor a second… everything inside me went still.Then everything hit at once. From the implications to the insult and then the message.My jaw clenched so tight it hurt.This wasn’t just theft, nor was it just defiance, this was war.Because without the High Priest’s body… There would be no burial, no sacred rites, no transition, not even a new High Priest could be seated.Moonveil would be left vulnerable, spiritually, politically… completely exposed.And worse..They had done it inside my own territory, inside my pack and under my watch.My guards… slaughtered. My authority… mocked. My reign… challenged.A slow, dangerous breath left my lungs.No one had ever dared something like this.Not while I ruled.And lived to tell the tale.Valkyra…Katherine…They hadn’t just crossed a line.They had burned it to the ground.But even then… Something didn’t sit right.Be

Naya’s POVI stopped short in front of Zane’s door.For a second, I considered turning back.My hand hovered over the handle as doubt crept into my chest. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Maybe he needed space. Maybe after everything that had happened, I was the last person he wanted to see. But when I looked down the hallway toward my own room, I found Winnie standing at the doorway with a gentle smile on her face. She didn’t say anything. She simply nodded, as though she knew exactly what I was planning to do, and somehow, that small gesture became the strength I needed.Without allowing myself another chance to retreat, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.I stopped in horror.Almighty Goddess.Zane’s room was trashed.Broken glass glittered across the floor near the fireplace, books lay scattered everywhere, the curtains had been half-ripped from their rods, and furniture sat crooked as though a storm had torn through the room. My gaze swept across the destruction before final