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Chapter 31: The blood shield

Thalia's POV "I won't let you lay a single finger on Lysander, Vance!" I roared. The sound tearing from my throat didn't belong to a human anymore. It was a cold, sharp decree, heavy with an ancient power that instantly cut through the howling blizzard outside the western tower. Down on the freezing marble floor, Lysander was collapsed on one knee. His massive frame shuddered violently. The veins wrapping around his neck bulged, stained a deep, unnatural black as the liquid silver poison coursed through his veins, burning him from the inside out. His breath came in ragged, suffocating gasps. The Lycan King—the apex predator who usually stood unmatched—now lay paralyzed under the weight of that wretched venom. "Thalia... leave..." Lysander growled, his voice a gravelly rasp filled with a suppressed, agonizing fury. Even as life drained from him, his dimming golden eyes locked onto mine with a burning, possessive intensity. He hated this. He hated seeing me on the front li

Chapter 32: Captured in the snow

Thalia's POV The biting cold of the northern snow sliced into my bruised skin, but the fire of vengeance burning in my chest was a thousand times hotter. Every gust of the night wind howling across the Crescent Pack border felt like a razor blade scraping against my face. When I finally dragged myself back to consciousness, a wave of agony rippled through every single muscle. My hands were chained high above my head, bound tightly to a freezing wooden post inside a small, isolated ice hut. My black silk gown, once elegant and immaculate, was now shredded in several places, stiff with dried blood and melting snow. "Finally, the traitor wakes up," a cold voice sliced through the silence of the hut. Alpha Vance stepped out from the shadows of the far corner. Inside the ice shack, the only light came from a single, flickering torch, casting long, sweeping shadows that made his frame loom large over me. He wasn't alone. Near the door, two elite Crescent Pack warriors stood at

Chapter 33: Tears on the snow

Lysander’s POV "I will tear open the chest of every single wolf who dared touch my Luna!" I roared into the freezing wind. The sheer force of my voice unleashed a shockwave that sent massive sheets of ice crashing down from the cliffs surrounding the northern border. Thalia's scent—the sweet, intoxicating pull of her blood mixed with the crisp winter air—was faint, but it was there, guiding my inner wolf straight to this coordinate. Knowing she was hurt, knowing her blood was spilling onto this snow, tore the last shred of my sanity away. I was completely healed. The residual magic from the Blood Shield she had left around me in the western tower hadn't just protected me—it had flooded into my core, burning away every last trace of the liquid silver poison Sorela had planted. Thalia had saved my life. And now, I was going to raze this entire region to the ground to bring her home. Behind me, Brandon and Raven led the charge of our elite Lycan knights. We moved like a

Chapter 34: The alpha's tragic end

Thalia's POV Looking down at my ruined, blood-soaked ex-husband, I finally felt the cold touch of justice. The walls of the ice hut had completely shattered outward from the force of the ice magic I had unleashed moments ago. The chains that had bound my wrists were gone, melted away by the corrosive black energy of my Shadow-Blood overflowing past its maturity. Alpha Vance lay sprawled in the snow a few feet away from me. Both of his legs were frozen solid up to his knees by my frostbite magic, rendering him entirely incapable of running. His ornate war cloak was shredded, and fresh blood bubbled from his chest with every ragged breath, the result of severe internal injuries caused by my gravity manipulation. Around us, a light snow began to fall again, masking the heavy silence of the night. I walked toward him slowly. In my right hand, I held a pure silver dagger, its edge coated in the exact nightshade extract he had used to terminate my life in our first timeline. "T

Chapter 35: Elena's fate

Thalia's POV "Your blood is far too filthy to stain this snow, Elena," I said coldly. I stood tall among the ruins of the shattered ice hut, looking down at the woman I had once called a sister in my past life. Elena was on her knees in the freezing slush, her arms pinned behind her back by two massive Lycan knights. Her usually perfect blonde hair was soaked with melting ice and caked with dirt. "Thalia! Please, mercy!" Elena screamed hysterically, tears streaming down her face, ruining what was left of her makeup. "I'm your best friend! We grew up together! Vance planned everything, he threatened me! I didn't have a choice!" I took a slow step forward, letting the toe of my black boot brush against her trembling fingers on the ice. The atmosphere here was suffocating. To my right, Brandon stood like a stone statue, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes locked onto Elena’s every movement. Behind us, the remaining Lycan knights formed a tight perimeter, ensuring no lingeri

Chapter 36: Erasing the crescent

Lysander’s POV The final banners of the Crescent Pack burned away into ash over the blood-stained snow. I stood at the highest peak of the northern border, looking down at the valley below, which was now completely consumed by a roaring sea of violet-black fire. Alpha Vance's main fortress in the distance had collapsed into ruins. Its ancient stone pillars were shattered to pieces under the relentless, brutal assault of my Lycan knights. The scent of absolute victory was thick in the night air—a heavy, suffocating mix of wood smoke, burning flesh, and the pure terror of the remaining enemy troops who had thrown down their weapons in total surrender. But I couldn't care less about the victory. My chest heaved, my heart hammering against my ribs with a frantic, agonizing rhythm that had nothing to do with the battle I had just fought. "Sire," a heavy voice called out from behind me. Brandon marched up the snowy incline, his heavy armor clanking with every step. He held an anc

Chapter 37: The elder's demand

Thalia's POV "Even though the Crescent Pack has been utterly destroyed, that human must still undergo the Trial of the Labyrinth!" Elder Bram’s raspy voice bellowed, tearing through the tense silence of the grand hall. The harsh words echoed violently against the towering pillars of black obsidian, sending a chilling tremor through the entire Lycan Royal Court. Every high-ranking wolf in attendance held their breath, the atmosphere instantly turning thick and suffocating. I stood dead center in the middle of the vast chamber, the unforgiving cold of the marble floor seeping straight through the soles of my boots. Beneath the long, elegant sleeves of my black gown, my wrists were still heavily wrapped in thick layers of white gauze. A sharp, rhythmic throbbing shot up my arms with the slightest movement of my fingers—a brutal reminder of what I had done just yesterday. I had sliced my own veins open, offering my blood to save Lysander from the lethal liquid silver poison pulsi

Chapter 38: Labyrinth's eve

Thalia's POV The final night before the ancient gates of the labyrinth were set to open brought a bone-chilling cold that seemed to freeze the very air. The northern wind howled mercilessly against the massive glass windows of the royal bedchamber, carrying with it the faint scent of winter frost and the lingering smoke from the ruined Crescent valley. I stood silently in front of the tall vanity mirror, slowly unwinding the thick layers of white gauze from my left wrist. The deep cut was still angry and red, throbbing with a dull, persistent ache whenever the cold drafts of the room brushed against the exposed flesh. Click. The heavy wooden door swung open without a single knock. I didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. The rich, intoxicating scent of acacia wood mixed with a dominant, heavy masculine musk instantly flooded the room, overwhelming my senses. Lysander walked in with heavy, deliberate steps, locking the door behind him with a sudden, silent snap

Chapter 39: Absolute surrender

Thalia's POV There was absolutely no tenderness left in Lysander’s kiss. It was a raw, primal claim—a violent storm of pure passion born from a terrifying, deep-seated fear of losing me. His lips crashed against mine with a brutal force, demanding an answer to a question my mind hadn't even processed yet. He stole the very air from my lungs, leaving me completely breathless within a single second. I clawed at the loose black silk of his shirt, my fingers digging desperately into the fabric as I tried to withstand the crushing, massive weight of his body. But Lysander only pressed harder against me, pinning his muscular frame over mine and completely locking down every single inch of my movement against the cold velvet mattress. The moment our skin collided, blinding sparks of electricity erupted, spreading like wildfire through my entire bloodstream. "Lysander—" I managed to tear my mouth away from his for a split second, gasping for air. My ragged breaths came in short,

Chapter 40: The subterranean gates

Thalia's POV The massive stone doors of the sacred temple’s underground labyrinth ground open, releasing a wave of freezing mist that reeked heavily of ancient blood. The agonizing screech of the scraping boulders echoed through the cavernous subterranean hall, sounding like the desperate screams of damned souls trapped beneath the earth. The thick, overwhelming stench of raw copper hit me instantly, making my stomach twist in a sudden wave of nausea. I clamped my jaw shut, refusing to let the weakness show on my face. I stood at the very edge of the damp stone staircase, my boots slick against the wet rock as I stared down into the absolute, suffocating pitch-black darkness that awaited me. "You can still back down, human," Elder Bram’s raspy voice sliced through the heavy silence. He stood a few paces behind me, flanked by the rigid, imposing line of the sacred temple's council of elders. His ancient, wrinkled face was twisted into a sickening sneer of pure mockery. In hi

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