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Staring out from the window of my bedchamber, I couldn’t help but wait in fear, dreading that he might burst into this pack soon and come for revenge.
He hasn’t, and I’m beginning to wonder if they don’t know I was also in the Lycan Kingdom that night.
Days have passed since then, and from what I’ve heard, Varyn has already recruited men to follow him to the battlefield.
“Nyroth?”
I froze at my mother’s voice, then turned slowly toward her. She stood in the doorway, exhaustion and fear etched across her face.
“Yes?”
“You heard what your sister is talking about?” she asked. I frowned, raising an eyebrow. “Did she even know what she’s talking about?”
With irritation crawling beneath my skin, I bypassed her and stepped into the living room only to see Olivia standing there, clutching a small luggage pack.
“And where are you heading?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m going to Ash Pack,” she said brightly.
That response made me turn sharply to my mother for explanation.
“Which Ash Pack? Why?”
“Varyn Ashmere invited me,” Olivia replied quickly. “He said there’s a healer there willing to take me as an apprentice, and I want to learn. That’s what you’ve always wanted for me.”
Her words sounded absurd, but I forced myself to stay calm. Something was unraveling, and I hated where it was going.
The last time Varyn visited, we had discussed how to invade the Lycan Kingdom and seize their princesses.
He’d only stayed an hour, but that was long enough to plant his poison in Olivia’s head. Even
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during that night at the false wedding, a mere distraction, he’d been oddly tender toward her.
“Ash Pack has no healer capable of training you. Take your bag inside,” I said with finality before turning back toward the window, sighing shakily.
Something is happening, and I hate it. It feels as though Varyn’s kindness toward me was nothing but a mask for his revenge.
The realization hits so hard that I can’t shake the dread. With Kai gone from the pack now, I’m losing everything. I miss him so much, and for the millionth time, I can’t believe he’s dead.
“I’m going to Ash Pack. I want to be a healer.”
Her voice came from behind me, steady, defiant, and I went still. Turning, I stared at my sister, wondering where she’d found the courage to talk back.
Even though Apex was the youngest of the royals, his word had always stood unchallenged before his elder sisters.
“What?” I asked in disbelief.
“Varyn said you’d try to stop me,” she said, jaw tightening. “He told me the truth, that he sees me as a woman, not an enemy. For once, I feel wanted, and I’m not letting go of that.”
Her words blurred in my ears as the truth fell upon me like cold water. My mother stood frozen, and I couldn’t tear my gaze from Olivia, my sister, now sounding so sure, so lost to Varyn’s manipulation.
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The last time I saw Kaela, she was at her lowest, yet she’s always been the most calculating woman I know. She clawed her way up from nothing and took everything she desired.
I alighted from my carriage and entered the hallway, noting the heavy air and the crowd gathered as if expecting someone of importance.
The meeting hall was nearly empty, save for elders and guards. Kaela was nowhere in sight.
“She’s in her bedchamber,” a maid murmured.
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She froze when she saw me, the deception clear in her widened eyes before she dropped her hands, letting the false belly fall flat.
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“Why are you here?” she demanded, brushing her hair back.
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I sighed. I should’ve known she wasn’t pregnant. She only wanted to secure her place in Blackbridge Pack. Scheming as always. And considering the path ahead, perhaps I’d need her again, not as a lover, but as a partner in crime.
“I need your help, Kacla,” I muttered, crossing to the bed and dropping onto it. “Varyn is tearing my family and pack apart with his sweet lies.”
She didn’t look surprised. Instead, she shrugged.
“You’re the one dining with the devil without a long spoon.”
I gave her a look.
“Can you believe he seduced my sister? He’s brainwashed her. Olivia’s lost her mind.”
Kaela laughed softly, folding her arms beneath her chest.
“What do you want from me, Nyroth?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted wearily. “I need help. Kai is dead, and you heard, didn’t you?”
“A good man,” she murmured, almost wistfully. “A good beta.”
Then she exhaled.
is “The war that’s coming, if you know what’s best for you, stay out of it. Word is Varyn’s army half a thousand in numbers. That’s a lie. They’re thousands. The Lycans won’t stand a chance when their king is already weakened. Their kingdom will fall, and when the ashes settle, Varyn will turn his sights on us, Especially you who stole his parents‘ compensation money and used his sister.”
“He’s already taking revenge by manipulating my own sister,” I said quietly. “But… what if the Lycans don’t fall? What if, somehow, they survive?”
“They won’t,” she said flatly. “Apex is weak. They have no chance. Afterward, when Varyn turns his vengeance here, I have plans to get out.”
“What plans?”
“Before that, I’ll hand over the pack to young Black today. His mother is coming with him and I have plans for her too.”
No sooner had she spoken than the sound of carriage wheels echoed from outside. Kaela
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moved to the window, her jaw setting with cold intent.
“She won’t live to see tomorrow, Nyroth. Come, take your last look at her.”
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My heart twisted at her certainty. I followed her down the hall, just as Luna Tahlia entered, elegant, regal, her son in her arms. The pack members bowed in reverence.
Kaela and Luna Tahlia faced each other like a predator and prey.
“Luna Tahlia, you’ve arrived,” Kacla greeted with a warm smile that hid her venom.
Luna Tahlia said nothing for a long moment, her gaze falling to Kaela’s belly before meeting her eyes again.
“You should prepare young Black for the ritual,” Kaela began, but Luna interrupted, her voice calm, measured.
“How about we make a trade by barter?”
Silence crashed through the hall.
“Trade by barter?” Kaela repeated.
“The Alpha seat,” Luna said evenly, “for abundant food supplies. I’ll sign the documents, hand everything over, and disappear from your life forever.”
A wave of gasps rippled through the room. No one could have imagined this, that a woman once weak enough to try committing suicide will one day stand with the Lycans now, offering to surrender her son’s title.
Fate, it seemed, had a cruel sense of irony because Luna Tahlia’s kindness has just save her life tonight.
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We won’t stand. We might, if I unleash my beasts, but fear of blindly wiping out enemies and allies alike won’t let me.
Instead, I’ve chosen to embrace this weakness that’s kept me bedridden for days.
My people have received their share of supplies, but I know it won’t sustain them until the next full moon, which is still weeks away.
Still, it will do a little. The nobles remain displeased with my way of ruling. My father favored them over the commoners, but my reign is different.
What they fail to understand is simple. Without the poor, there can be no rich.
Staring into the blank space of my chamber, I can’t fathom the loneliness since she left. It feels like she discovered my secret, my true identity, and grew angry.
I don’t know whether it’s because I hid it or because I’m not what she expected. Either way, I
side. believe it’s better she stays with her brother than by my
If she chose me, it would lead to her death, and I. Lycannar Apex Blood could never live with that.
Sighing, I tried to turn, but even lifting a limb proved too heavy. I fell back onto the bed, resigned to my weakness, when the sound of approaching footsteps reached my ears.
Moments later, the door opened, and my sister Mearez stepped in. She paused in the doorway before walking to the window and throwing it open.
“I think you should start letting Blue take care of you, Lycannar. Why do you hate accepting her help?”
“Because I killed her mother,” I muttered.
Mearez turned sharply, crossing her arms. After a moment, she walked to my bedside and touched my forehead, checking for fever.
“Medically, you’re fine. Whatever’s wrong with you is beyond herbs or healing.”
“Yeah,” I murmured. “If it wasn’t, my sister would’ve fixed me.”
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She smiled faintly but then her expression shifted.
“You’re not against Chantel and Serena being together?”
“They’re not together,” I replied quietly.
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“They held hands. You’re not angry? The brother I know would never allow any man to touch his sisters.”
“Chantel is different,” I said, meeting her gaze. “He’s loyal to the bone. He knows if he ever hurts my sister, it’s death. He won’t.”
“And Jurrek?” she asked, her tone sharp enough to make me swallow. “I know you and My brother Hades lied and threatened him away from me.”
“We didn’t lie.”
“Liar.”
I sighed, reaching up to caress her cheek until she softened.
“Calling a king a liar takes courage,” I teased, then added more seriously, “You’re right. I threatened him. I told him the truth about your scars and what he’d have to face.”
She bowed her head, her voice trembling.
“No wonder he didn’t come.”
“He promised to,” I said quietly. “He gave his word, and I saw what he felt for you. It was pure. I don’t know how things would’ve gone after what’s happened between the Ashmeres and me, but Mearez, he truly wanted you.”
She blinked back tears and nodded.
“Maybe that’s enough,” she whispered, then looked at me. “And I was expecting you to go after Zephyrine, like before. You’ve always chased her. Why not this time, Lycannar?”
Before I could answer, the distant sound of carriage wheels reached my ears. I straightened slightly.
“You hear that?” I asked.
“What?”
Ignoring my exhaustion, I forced myself up and went to the window. I expected an army, but
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instead, carriages lined the road.
Blackbridge’s colors. Supplies of food enough to last my kingdom a month. My chest tightened as I saw her step down with her young son.
“Is that… Lycannar, that’s Luna Tahlia,” Mearez breathed in awe.
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I exhaled and swallowed hard. The guard at the gate looked up toward my window. I met his eyes and nodded.
“Let her in.”
The gate groaned open, and the once–Luna of Blackbridge entered. My people gathered, whispering, watching in awe.
“I’ll go meet her,” Mearez said, leaving quickly.
I stayed at the window, frowning. The war had started with Blood Army versus Ashmeres to demons and werewolves, and now to werewolves versus Lycans.
But slowly, allies were emerging from the wolf empire. The first to stand with us openly was this woman, one my brother Hades once confessed he cared for.
I was still deep in thought when I heard the door open again. Mearez led Luna Tahlia in, then handed her son off and left us alone.
Tahlia bowed, but I said nothing.
“Straighten up,” I murmured, but she didn’t comply.
“I have come to…”
“Do it,” I repeated, holding her gaze. “Straighten up.”
She obeyed.
“I heard about your shortage and…”
“I don’t need charity,” I said evenly.
“Who said it’s charity?” she countered. “It’s payment for me and my son to stay here. Is that enough?”
“Wars is coming to my Kingdom and yet you beg to stay here?” I asked but her silence tell me she had made her decision.
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Without a word, I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a ring, the one my brother had left with me. I extended it to her.
“The night you shared with my brother is reason enough to stay,” I said. “He wanted have this. A token of what you both shared.”
She froze, eyes glistening.
“He’s… not here?”
“He’ll be back soon.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, taking the ring before leaving quietly.
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I walk to leaned back against the headboard, exhaling. My brother Hades had doubted she’d return, yet here she was.
Now, I wonder if Zephyrine ever will.
Will she come back?
It’s a toss of a coin. Part of me doesn’t want her to, to keep her safe. But the other part of me longs for her return, just to love her again.
And as her absence gnawed at me, pain struck like fire. Amid the laughter of my people outside, I writhed, my body giving in to the torment, until at last I collapsed back into unconsciousness.
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I woke up weak today, a heaviness sitting in my chest, loneliness and anxiety threading through every breath.
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The report that came last night only made me admire her all the more. Luna Tahlia, her courage, her resolve to take a stand. Unlike me, still lost between doubt and confusion.
Sitting alone in my bath chamber, I stared at the still water. Memories came in waves.
Luna Tahlia had made her choice and sided with the Lycans. Jurrek told me plainly that he didn’t support my brother’s decision and still, here I am. I had chosen no one.
My gaze dropped to the water that reminded me too much of Lycannar, how he had made love to me there, how his touch lingered like a scar.
I lowered my eyes further and saw the ring around my finger just as Luna Tahlia’s words echoed in my head.
Demons.
We’d heard about them from the Council. They called them monsters, conquerors waiting to devour our world. But… perhaps they were not the true villains. Were they?
I swallowed hard, a dizzy spell overtaking me. My palms pressed against the basin as I leaned forward to wash my face, desperate for clarity. That was when the shouting came, muffled at first, then sharper.
“You can’t go in!”
“I won’t stay long. Zephyr is my senior, don’t you know me?”
“Lord Varyn gave strict orders. No one enters without his permission. You can’t just…”
Frowning, I turned toward my chamber door and crossed the room quietly. When I opened it, the air shifted, and there he was.
Moon.
“Let him through,” I said calmly. My voice startled Isolde, who looked at me in confusion but obeyed. I stepped back into my room, and Moon followed.
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Facing him again after so many days made my throat tighten. Moon, one of the Dusk family, Dessyn’s own younger brother. The man who had always loved me in silence.
My eyes drifted over him, how much he had changed, hardened by his days of training in Moonveil Fortress.
When our gazes met, the air between us cracked. I should have run to him, but instead, I looked away. The nearing war had left me wary. If Dessyn could betray me, then who was Moon to be trusted?
“Why have you come?” I asked, turning toward the window.
“They’re wiping the Lycans out, Zephyr.” His words made me turn sharply. My pulse stumbled.
“Not only Apex,” he continued, “but all of them.”
“What you’ve all forgotten,” I said quietly, “is that Lycans aren’t divided like us wolves. They stand as one kingdom. They can’t be destroyed by half a thousand warriors.”
“The Ashmere armies marching toward the Lycan Kingdom tomorrow night are not half a thousand, Zephyr,” he said grimly. “They are thousands. It will be a massacre. The plan is set. Every soldier in Moonveil who regrets not following you to Blackwater has rallied behind your brother. They think they’re avenging your father’s death.”
I went still, staring past him, my vision unfocused. My heart thudded painfully.
“Why are you telling me this?” I whispered. “If Varyn sent you to lure me out, he’s wasting his time.”
Silence fell, heavy, unyielding, until he crossed the space between us. His hand reached for mine, his voice low.
“I fled Moonveil Fortress to warn you,” he said, his eyes searching mine. “Because I know how much you love Apex.”
My breath caught. I gently pulled my hand away, trying to silence the warmth rising in my chest.
“I can’t fight the Ashmeres for a man who keeps secrets from me, Moon. You must have heard his bodyguard is a demon. Maybe he is too.”
He said nothing, only watched me. My heart pounded.
“Have you ever wondered why the Council suddenly sides with your brother?” he asked at last.
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“They were against the name Ashmere before he returned. Now they arm him, fund him, support his every move. Do you know why?”
“They’re afraid,” I replied, my tone brittle. “They know what happens to those who stand against him. So they give their approval for him to lead the Ashmere warriors to…”
“There are no true Ashmere warriors left, Zephyr.” His voice cut clean through mine, quiet but final.
I froze.
“Five years ago, in the first wave of battle, the real Ashmere warriors went to war and died there, alongside the Warlord.”
I swallowed the truth like poison. He stepped closer, and I could only stand still, staring.
“The ones marching to the Lycan Kingdom now,” he said, “are puppets of the Council. They don’t fight for honor or balance. Real Ashmeres never fought blindly, never attacked the defenseless. These men will burn, destroy, and slaughter every Lycan they see, Zephyr.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I whispered again, my voice trembling.
“Because I know you,” he said softly. “And I know how much guilt you’ll bear if this war happens. Every soldier is going, and I am not excluded. As much as I respect your brother… and as much as I wish Apex would die so I could have you for myself… even I know this isn’t right.”
He paused, his eyes dimming, realizing he just speak his feelings loudly for once ever land I muttered tiredly.
“But maybe that’s their fate, to die.”
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The hall was narrow; my steps were light as I pushed open the door to the memorial chamber. The moonstone vessel that held my parents‘ ashes stood before me like a silent altar.
I stepped inside and lit a candle, then bowed my head to pay my respects. For a long moment I drifted into emptiness.
I had so many plans for them, one a great funeral to celebrate their names and deeds, yet here we were instead, preparing for war.
Hours passed since Moon came and left, his words still sinking into me. Tomorrow night they would march on the Lycan Kingdom to kill. And then what?
Would the councils have what they wanted? My ruin, my guilt, my grief? Had they used my father’s death as a cover for their own sins?
I stared at the moonstone vessel, fell to my knees, and closed my eyes. I prayed for guidance. For anything.
Lycannar.
I had only known him briefly, but that briefness had filled my life with light. He loved me; he had chased me. Until now, until he didn’t. Why had he held back? Why had he stopped trying? The thought burned in me, sharp and insistent.
The silence swelled then his question about the dragon drifted into my mind and I opened my
eyes.
He hadn’t chased me, so maybe I would choose my family. He hadn’t explained himself. Maybe he had already given up.
One solution kept returning like a tide. I had to speak to my brother. We were true Ashmere blood, direct descendants. The council’s aim was to set us against one another, but we could not let them win.
I rose and headed toward Varyn’s chamber but midway I pause. He was not there; his presence hummed from the meeting room.
I moved quietly toward it and found him in his element, hunched over charts and maps, surrounded by the commanders who would ride into battle, the same men whose banners Railan’s force had borne when they slaughtered Ashmere warriors in their amp.
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He stopped when he saw me. Every eye turned.
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“I want to speak with you, Varyn,” I said, my voice steady despite the crowd. He met my gaze and nodded, signaling me to continue. “Not here. In private.”
A frown crossed his face, but he came to me. I took his hand and led him back down the hall to my bed chamber. We sat together on the bed, fingers still linked, and stared at each other for a long moment.
“Varyn,” I whispered. “You know… I love you.”
He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and answered softly,
“I love you too. More than you can imagine.”
I smiled, warmed by his words, then rose to open the drawer.
I pulled out a small chest and inside it the broken hairpin he’d given me years ago. I took it back to the bed; when he saw it his brow creased with something like awe.
“Is that…” he laughed, half in disbelief. “My gods. Is this…”
“It is,” I said, fingers tracing the cracked hairpin. “I keep it like it’s my life.” He frowned at the break.
“You’re always clumsy when you’re not feeling yourself,” he murmured, and I smiled.
“I cherished it so much,” I told him, meeting his eyes. “More than you know, Varyn, when I couldn’t find you.”
The memories of those lonely months flooded me, how I had been hollowed out by waiting, how the insults and hatred outside Ash Pack had worn me down while I only waited for him to be found.
“I am here now,” he said tenderly. “Those who wronged us will pay. You have my word.”
I searched his face and my heart cracked.
“Varyn, you’re barking up the wrong tree. The Lycans aren’t our real enemies, the council is. Lycannar’s a victim in all of this. He was despised by his father; that drove him toward war.”
“Are we still on this?” he asked, the warmth in his eyes shifting.
“Varyn…” I began.
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“I thought you agreed to sit this out,” he said, voice tight. “I thought you would not interfere. I’m only targeting Apex.”
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He lifted his chin, anger sharpening him.
“How much did he give you that you’d be so blind? What did Apex give you that you’d betray Ashmere warriors to save him?”
“I am not betraying anyone,” I said. “Those armies aren’t true Ashmeres. Names on banners don’t make men who they were. You and I are what’s left of our family and we will carry the name forward. We are siblings, for the Moon Goddess‘ sake. We are not supposed to be at each other’s throats, Varyn.”
He paused. His gaze on me cooled. The softness drained away.
“Against each other? I am not against you,” he said, frowning.
“I’m not either,” I murmured, staring at him. “But I will be if you keep walking this path.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“You’re not yourself,” I said slowly. “You’re brilliant, always three steps ahead. But now you slip. Maybe it’s guilt. Maybe the plan that took Father’s life sits heavy on you, and you’re trying to punish Lycannar for it.”
“Is that what you believe?” His voice was low, incredulous.
“Think,” I urged. “Would the Varyn I knew destroy a tower and exploit every weakness just to break a man? Would he send an army to slaughter a whole people for one sin? After you kill Apex, who will you strike next? The council?”
Silence settled like a weight; I could see I had struck a true place. He looked at me hard, then, with a quiet fury, he said,
“I will kill the man who messed with your head. I will bring his heart to you.”
He stood and moved for the door. My voice followed him, small but steady.
“For the sake of what we are, rethink it, Varyn.”
He froze in the doorway and turned slowly.
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“Is that a threat?” A dark smile touched his mouth.
I shook my head. The lamp light ade my features pale.
“Touch a single Lycan soul, Varyn,” I said plainly, “and I will burn your armies ali promise.”
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“Is that a threat?” A dark smile touched his mouth.
I shook my head. The lamp light ade my features pale.
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“Touch a single Lycan soul, Varyn,” I said plainly, “and I will burn your armies alive. That is a promise.”
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Standing by the window, I watched as the last of the commanders rode out of Ash Pack on horseback, heading to join the armies already waiting beyond the border.
It is tonight. I’ve been hearing the drums of war, the whispers, the noise, but tonight Varyn has chosen to spill blood, take heads, and deliver on his threat just as he promised.
Still staring, I caught the sound of footsteps from the hall behind me. Powerful, measured, armored. The door opened, and without looking I knew it was him.
Slowly, I turned, my eyes fixing on Varyn Ashmere’s face, the face of a man who had made up his mind.
Tonight, he would spill blood, burn down legacies, and leave kingdom in ruins.
In his hand was his sword, the same blade I had once wielded at Blackwater to kill and to save him.
I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that this same man, the one who after years of abandonment Lycannar had claimed his twin blades for was now the one who intended to kill
him.
I still couldn’t believe that this same man Princess Mearez had journeyed from her kingdom to heal and hear was now plotting her ruin.
“I’ll be back soon, little sister,” he said, the same tone he always used before going to war, just like five years ago. “I’ll bring back victory.”
Goosebumps rose over my skin at that familiar vow. Bring back victory… he always said it as a farewell. I had always prayed for it. But this time, I hesitated. Sadness and despair settled heavy in my heart.
One question lodged itself there, unshakable.
How far have we come to reach this point?
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“Please don’t go.” The words escaped before I could stop them, my voice soft, pleading, eyes brimming with sadness. “Varyn, please. Don’t do this.”
He stepped closer, closing the distance, cupping my check with his palm.
“Soon you’ll realize all I did was for our father,” he said, turning to go, until my plea sharpened into anger.
“You’re doing it for yourself. Not for Father. Let Father rest. He wouldn’t want this war.”
He turned back to me, gaze locked. I caught his hand, gripping it tightly, heart pounding.
“Varyn, don’t kill Lycannar. Let him be. Let his people be. That man has done nothing. You’ve all painted darkness around him until it clung. Apex is innocent…”
I was speaking fast, spilling my heart, until suddenly he yanked his hand away and struck me hard. The slap sent me stumbling toward the bed, breathless.
“Just because you’re trained as a warrior doesn’t mean you understand war. Just because you’re Alpha of this pack doesn’t mean you should forget who the seat truly belongs to. And just because I’ve kept quiet about your looseness doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten you’re a whore for our enemy. You’ll stay here and be silent while I do the work Father would be proud of. Stop me if you can.”
He left, slamming the door. Everything went silent. Dazed. Stunned.
For what felt like eternity, I sat motionless.
At last, I slowly sat up, wiping the sting of tears, staring into blankness. This was the first time he had struck me. For him to do it meant he was far beyond reason.
The door opened quietly. Dessyn entered, moving toward me gently.
“Zephyr…” she began, but her voice faded into the background.
Because I heard it, the marching footsteps of soldiers, the galloping hooves heading toward the Lycan Kingdom.
This was not the kind of war Lyçannar and I had once fought at Blackwater.
This was heavier, darker, massive. It involved thousands of lives. And my brother had said I could stop him if I could. He sounded confident, as if his strategy were unbreakable.
But should I worry about a man’s plan when the Moon Goddess herself had gifted me a spirit guard?
She had spoken to me when I became Alpha. She had said, and I must quote.
Now I know.
Now I understand fully.
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To love is one thing; to accept the one we love is entirely another. Lycannar is my second- chance mate. He spilled my father’s blood on the battlefield before we knew each other. That is not a sin. I have forgiven that. And about his identity, the factor everyone fears, now I do not
care.
Be he Lycan, Demon, or anything at all, he is mine and I am his. Tonight, I will stand with him, repay his goodness with my support, and do what is right.
Slowly, I turned toward the bedframe where my sword had always rested. The last time I drew it was for Varyn. Tonight, I would draw it for myself, not for revenge, but to prevent regret. If anything happened to the Lycans, I would never forgive myself.
Fluttering my eyes closed, I awakened my power. I summoned my spirit guard, Le Fey.
In a breath, as though it had been waiting for this very moment, a roar shook the entire walls of Ash Pack. The sky itself seemed to split as it rose, wings beating, winds howling.
Slowly, I stood, walking to the window to look upon it. And as though even nature supported my mission, the runes etched across my skin began to glow warmly. From this night onward, I would no longer hide them.
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It’s been a long time since I last laced a pair of war boots, but strapping them tonight feels strangely easy.
The adrenaline coursing through my veins is different. It is sharp, thrilling, and terrifying all at
once.
I straighten, pulling my hair into thick braids, and turn toward the exit, only for Dessyn to step in my way.
“You would kill your own family for a man?” she demands.
“Step aside.”
“Zephyr… you can’t do this. You’re choosing sides.”
Her words sting, but I swallow hard. If that’s what it means, then so be it.
“Then I stand with the Lycans. Now move.”
I push past her, storming down the hallway as every eye turns to me. Some wide with disbelief, others filled with fear.
The moment I step out into the open, I see Jurrek Bane waiting for me. He reads my face instantly; he knows I’ve made up my mind.
“I don’t know when I’ll be back, Jurrek,” I tell him quietly, walking past. “But whatever happens… stay out of it and
stay
safe.”
I move toward my spirit guard. Goosebumps rise over my skin at the sheer force of its presence, at the power radiating from Le Fey’s scaled body.
Then, as though it understands me, Le Fey lowers one massive wing, beckoning. An invitation. A request. I lower my hand to the hilt of my sword.
The gods help any warrior who dares to come at me tonight because I will spill blood.
For a heart–stopping second, I pause, searching for any trace of hesitation or doubt but I feel Nothing. Only silence and resolve.
The crowd that has gathered watches, stunned, as the runes across my arms begin to glow
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through the thin layers.
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They should see. They should know who I belong to, and who belongs to me.
I step onto Le Fey’s wing, climb up to the scaled ridge, and balance over its head.
Then, with a thunderous roar, Le Fey launches into the air.
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The pack of Ash disappears beneath and behind us in seconds, and with effortless grace, we surge toward the Lycan Kingdom.
An hour passes since the warriors left and now, I reach the front lines. The warriors have already marched on. Goosebumps rise again as I fly over the empire, drawing every eye below.
It’s the sound that reaches me first, the war cry echoing through the night, and then I see them. Thousands of soldiers, just as Moon had warned. Ladders already raised against the Lycan walls.
Anger surges
in veins like fire. I send Le Fey forward, power blazing.
my
At another time, I might have hesitated but not tonight.
I summon my spirit guard to unleash ruin.
Le Fey’s roar rips through the sky. Every soldier below halts, staring upward in shock as fire bursts from his maw, hotter than any forge, searing men alive as they climb the walls.
The screams that follow aren’t Lycans, they’re werewolves. Warriors burned in their own greed.
I don’t stop there.
I drive Le Fey forward, commanding him to burn through the front lines. Rage blinds me to everything but the unfairness, the betrayal, and the scent of scorched flesh rises, thick and bitter in the air.
Then the arrows come.
A commander shouts orders, and Le Fey swerves as a storm of shafts cut through the air toward us. With one beat of his wings, he dives low, then retaliates, his flames consuming the archers where they stand.
I leap down from his wing, landing solidly on the ground as silence ripples through the battlefield.
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And then I move.
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The war strategist stands ahead, who once was so certain his plan is divine. Warriors rush to intercept me.
I draw my sword. They think I won’t strike.
They’re wrong.
The first man lunges and I slice his throat open. Blood splatters across my armor.
Stunned, more come at me, but they never reach. Le Fey descends with a roar that shakes the earth, incinerating them before they take another step.
A mounted commander charges, sword raised high. I sprint toward him, leaping at the last moment, my blade flashing. His head flies free, and I land perfectly on his horse. Thɪs chapter is updated by Fɪnd-Novel.net
I kick hard, urging it forward, but someone fire takes the horse’s hooves clean off. It crashes, sending me flying through the air, landing hard right where I wanted to be.
Face to face with Varyn.
He stands there, ready for destruction upon the Lycans.
His eyes widen in disbelief. I’ve never seen him look so pale, as if he’s seen a ghost.
“Zephyr…” he breathes.
“Go back,” I warn, my voice cold. “Go back, Varyn. I won’t hesitate to spill more blood.”
Before he can speak, I turn, climbing back onto Le Fey.
He surges upward, wings splitting the sky, then dives over the Lycan gates, landing in the courtyard with earth–shaking force.
The guards stand frozen, unsure whether to attack or bow.
“Open the gates,” I command, standing before it, my voice cutting through the smoke. “Now.”
They obey instantly.
The great metal gates of the Lycan Kingdom creak, then swing wide open like a challenge thrown into the wind.
If they want to kill the Lycans, they’ll have to come through me first.
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A single hand warrior rides forward from the enemy’s front line in anger.
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I recognize him even from afar. Railan, son of Lord Osmir of the Council. The same man who led the slaughter of the Ashmere camp.
Whatever illusion remained that Varyn fights for Father shatters completely as I see Railan riding beside him.
My jaw hardens.
Railan charges, sword high, confident in his strike.
I notch an arrow, draw, and release.
The arrow sings through the night and buries itself deep in his throat.
He gags once, eyes wide, then tumbles from his horse, dead before he hits the ground.
I draw another arrow, ready for whoever dares to follow.
But none move.
Not a single warrior takes a step.
Seconds pass. Then minutes.
Finally, after what feels like an hour of tense silence, a voice rings out across the field.
“Retreat!”
One by one, under my unflinching gaze, the warriors fall back.
The sky begins to lighten when the last of them disappears beyond the border of the Lycan Kingdom.
Only then do I let my shoulders drop, nausea twisting deep inside me.
I turn slowly, the weight of the night settling over me, to see the Lycans emerging from their homes, cautious, silent, eyes wide with awe.
Now they know what a woman in love is capable of.