"Iris, are you okay?" Xander asked, his voice gentler than a whisper. The warmth in his tone was a stark contrast to the coldness he displayed when speaking with Yennefer. Iris struggled to open her eyes, her lids heavy as if weighed down by an invisible force. She took a shallow breath, then spoke with a fragile edge, "I'm okay... You should have left with her. At least I'd be at ease knowing you were safe." Xander moved closer to the bars, his knuckles turning white as he gripped them. "I could never leave you, Iris. Not for anything," he replied, his words filled with unwavering conviction. Iris's weak smile faded as she forced herself to sit up. "You should have," she muttered, her voice frail but tinged with concern. "I don't want you to suffer because of me." I turned to Xander, waiting for his response. He chuckled loudly, a sound that echoed through the dungeon with a hint of mischief and warmth. "Stupid girl," he said, his voice carrying a teasing edge. "Ever since that da
And to my greatest shock, the Moon Goddess replied, "My apologies for the harsh treatment." "What in the world is happening?!" I shouted, unable to contain my disbelief. Did I stumble into the wrong memory, or was this truly happening? "This is not the first time, Mother," Iris retorted, her voice laced with anger. "I'm starting to get used to it." Her eyes narrowed with resentment as she continued, "Why must we be treated like this, Mother? Why must I be treated like this? It hurts, you know! Every single time, knowing I have no power over my fate! And this is all your fault!" Her voice rose with each word, her emotions bubbling over. "Don't you dare blame me for your mistakes!" the Moon Goddess shot back, her tone colder than ever. "You know very well that loving a vampire with the blood of a werewolf running through his veins brings nothing but disaster! But you ignored it and went ahead with it! How foolish could you be? Do you realize you're not only putting yourself in danger
They were crossing a threshold, stepping into a new world with no idea what awaited them, but they knew they had each other. Just as they reached the gate, Iris paused, turning back to face the Moon Goddess. She took a deep breath, her voice soft yet clear. "Thank you, Mother," she said sincerely, her tone carrying genuine gratitude despite everything that had happened. The Moon Goddess's expression didn't change. Her eyes were as cold as the stone beneath their feet, her lips a thin, tight line. She didn't acknowledge Iris's words; instead, her voice cut through the air like a knife. "Don't thank me," she said, her tone as sharp as ice. "This choice you've made comes with a price, and you have no idea what's waiting for you out there. It's not a fairytale, Iris. The dangers are real, and you will face them without the protection I offered you." Iris's shoulders slumped slightly, the weight of her mother's words sinking in. She knew this path wouldn't be easy, but hearing it from th
The force of the impact left her sprawled on the ground, a trail of blood spreading from where she landed, the harshness of Yennefer's attack shocked me; her mourning dress couldn't hide the intensity of her anger, nor could her tears mask the hostility in her gaze. The scene unfolded in slow motion, the violence of Yennefer's spell stunned me. As I watched Iris struggle to get up, pain evident in every movement, I couldn't help but wonder what had driven Yennefer to this point of viciousness.The forest, once eerily silent, was now filled with the echoes of conflict and despair. It was as if the very walls were absorbing the pain and anguish, amplifying the darkness that seemed to seep from every corner. Yennefer's sudden arrival and her brutal actions raised questions I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answers to. Yennefer paid no heed to anyone or anything as she lunged for Xander's body, hugging him tightly as her sobs grew louder and more anguished. It was as if the pain of los
ETHAN'S POV After walking for three days and nights, we finally reached the barrier at midnight. The air was cooler, but the silence around us felt unnerving, like the calm before a storm. As we approached, I noticed something strange—dried blood and old skeletons scattered across the ground. The desert sand had almost covered them, but enough remained to catch my eye.I knelt down by one of the skeletons, my fingers brushing away the sand to examine the tattered remains of its clothing. A chill ran down my spine as I recognized the distinctive red crest on the fabric. It belonged to the Red Moon Pack. I stood up, my heart racing. The presence of their remnants here meant something had gone terribly wrong.I signaled my army to halt, my senses alert for any sign of danger. The barrier loomed ahead, a shimmering field that marked the boundary between our world and something unknown. The skeletons told a grim story of what might have happened to those who dared to cross it.I knew I ha
I knelt down, brushing the sand away to reveal more of the fabric. It was unmistakably hers, the intricate design something only she would wear. A surge of anxiety and determination coursed through me. "This has Selene's scent!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with a mix of hope and dread. The scent on the piece of clothing grew stronger, clouding my senses and bringing back memories of our last encounter. "Natalie!" I called out, my voice cutting through the still desert air. She appeared behind me, her presence a comforting reminder of loyalty and friendship."Yes, your Highness," she responded, her eyes wide with concern.I handed her the fabric, my fingers lingering on it for a moment longer than necessary. "Take this and use it to find the Wolf Princess. Go with twenty of our best men. When you find her, tell her everything that has happened. And then, send out the other signal."Natalie nodded, her face set with determination. "I will find her, Your Highness".As she hurried a
ETHAN'S POVWorking with Avery turned out to be far more engaging than I had anticipated. She was brilliant, always one step ahead, calmly providing solutions while I focused on empowering the army. Together, we established our defenses and positioned our troops, ensuring every detail was meticulously arranged. Now, we were only waiting for the Mages to complete their intricate enchantments and wards. Avery’s mind worked like a finely tuned clock, each suggestion she made fitting seamlessly into our overall strategy. We had just finished inspecting the fortifications when she turned to me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Everything is in place. The Mages should be done soon."I nodded, casting a glance at the distant figures of the Mages, their hands weaving complex patterns in the air. "My two hundred soldiers won't be enough to carry all those materials," I said, eyeing the vast expanse of equipment and supplies that needed to be transported."I know," Avery replied, a knowi
Aunt Agatha hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with regret. "She... she traveled down to the ancestral spirit world," she said softly.The words hit me like a sledgehammer. "What!!!" I roared, standing up in a fury. "How could you let her do something so dangerous—""Quit shouting if you want her awake," Aunt Yennefer cut in sharply, her voice slicing through my anger. I swallowed back my words, forcing myself to calm down, though my insides churned with fear and frustration.Taking a deep breath, I turned back to Aunt Agatha. "What exactly is wrong with Sel? Is she still there?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of hope and dread.Aunt Agatha nodded, her expression grave. "Her spirit is trapped in the ancestral realm, she came back but passed out, she was dragged back in.The memories was too much for her to handle. She’s caught between our world and theirs, unable to return on her own."My heart sank. "Memories?... She entered the memory world?!". I couldn't believe my ears