ARIAI could see all the terrified people gazing out from their windows as the bloody fight kept going right outside their homes. I was more than aware of how badly this could all end up. I jumped at one of the trashcans and howled at the woman looking at me from her window on the second floor. She nodded, understanding what I meant, and a moment later, she threw me an oversized T-shirt. I shifted back and put the T-shirt on. Then I used my roaring, commanding voice to get all of the warriors' attention."Listen up! We need to start the evacuation. We are besieged, and we need to lead people out through the tunnels. We need to regroup. Part of the warriors will focus on slowing down the enemy, while others should help evacuate civilians. Zane," I pointed at him, "you will be responsible for appointing your warriors to lead people to the southern and eastern tunnels! Inform Felix to help me with the evacuation of the central district!"They all nodded and started communicating through
TYRION I was close to losing my senses. The anger I felt ignited a hellish fire within me, and I could barely stop myself from tearing my Beta to pieces. He left her there. How the fuck could he have left her there?! My inner, cold rationality told me that it wasn't Felix's fault, that it was her choice, but even aware of that fact, I kept my claws extended, ready to kill. I had to clear my mind before I turned everything around me into a bloody pulp. I turned into my wolf and leaped toward the forest. I kept running until my emotions became less lethal and I could think about our next move. I returned to Harriet's house and called everyone to figure out a plan. The fear for my angel pierced every inch of my insides like thousands of burning needles. What if it was already too late? What if Ragnar burned down the entire town? What if he killed… her? "Aria is still alive," Aziz assured. "Our connection is strong, and I would have felt it if her link snapped." I inwardly sighed in r
ARIAI couldn't remember what sleeping felt like since I had been on constant alert for days. I had been kept in this obnoxious prison called "Ragnar's chamber" for several days. His scent was overwhelming, and I couldn't stand it. There was a huge bed, but the hell would freeze sooner than he would find me sleeping in it. That made me spend every night curled up in the corner of the room. Luckily, from the moment I threatened him, he didn't come here or try to touch me.His warriors placed silver bars in all the windows to prevent me from escaping. They obviously had no idea that silver couldn't kill me, yet breaking those bars could have taken a while. I debated breaking through the door, killing the two guards standing outside, and then running away, but it would only make things worse…When, a few days ago, Ragnar's warriors started killing our people for fun, they awakened all the demons within me. I was ready to slaughter them all, and I would have if I hadn't been restrained by
TYRIONOur preparations were far from perfect. We might have had a lot of ammunition, but not too many snipers able to take down enemies without any collateral damage. Harriet might have prepared nearly four hundred cloaking talismans that were currently hanging around each of my warriors' necks, but they could work for a little less than an hour. The last time Nessa called us, she said that Ragnar had most likely lost the witch's support, and that was the only fortunate news. We could be certain that there wouldn't be any magical surprises on our way… assumingly.The good thing about Harriet's talismans was that we were still able to see each other as slightly translucent shades while staying invisible to everyone else who didn't have her talisman. We passed the main checkpoints of our frontiers and walked alongside the clueless Ragnar's warriors. Then we launched a surprise attack. We went for the kill, believing that those who were already bewitched, couldn't be easily reversed. We
ARIAI had a dream—a real nightmare. I was reaching out my hand to touch Tyrion's, but the second I brushed my fingertips over his skin, he took a few steps back from me. I started running toward him, but he was getting further and further away. I ran faster when suddenly got caught in a spiderweb. The thick threads tightly wrapped around my body, squeezing my insides. I called Tyrion's name, but he dissolved somewhere in the darkness around me. I kept struggling to break free, but the tighter the threads became the more I struggled. Soon after, I couldn't breathe. I was fighting for air with every ounce of strength within me while shedding tears. I was alone. I was trapped. I was dying."Don't cry, angel," a warm voice whispered, and my tears stopped as if he had put a spell on me.Suddenly, the threads around my body began to snap one by one, until I was freed from the web. The darkness started to crack, letting soft streams of light brighten my way out.I opened my eyes and winced
ARIA The royal council was a group of over twenty influential wolves from different packs. Some of them were Alphas or former Alphas, others received their position because of their vast knowledge. They meant to create an elite able to control the king's actions and interfere when it was necessary to give the ruler a little nudge in the elbow. Of course, it was just a poetically written theory. In reality, the council members were appointed by the previous rulers as a form of reward, while others bought that position by bribing the rest of the members and winning the internal vote. As a result, the council had become corrupt and greedy, with only a few good people among them. Now, those people wanted to meet with the King as if they were going to prosecute him and me along with him. "Damn fuckers," Tyrion grunted, getting dressed with reluctance painted all over his face. "What happens in Moon Blade Pack shouldn't concern them," I pointed out. "This had nothing to do with the whole
ARIAMy head started to spin. The blood racing through my veins mercilessly pulsated in my eardrums. My body shivered, and I started to feel sick. Only Tyrion's tight squeeze on my hand stopped my panic attack. He pulled me a little closer and kissed my forehead before letting go of my hand and standing up. He seemed stoic, but the aura surrounding him was darker than ever before. We walked over to Doctor Florenti, making him step back and cringe."How much did they pay you?" The unmistakable threat in Tyrion's words brought Florenti down to his knees.The doctor glanced at Greco and then at Tyrion. "A-alpha King… please…" he choked out as Tyrion's power started to pressure his lungs.Tyrion looked down at him. His expression seemed to be frozen in a cold emotionlessness, but the dark flames were long swirling within his eyes. "You tested my mate's blood without her knowledge or consent, which is already dangerously near treason, but the fact that now you show up with—as you said—your
TYRIONA few hours earlierI stood still watching Aria leave the audience hall. Her haunted and painful expression broke my heart in two. I was trying to control myself. I didn't want to level those dickheads and restrain every murderous intent I had within me, but what had I done? I allowed them to humiliate MY MATE. She hadn't deserved any of this. She had never asked to be poisoned. She was a survivor and the strongest she-wolf I had ever met. If the council wanted to attack someone, they should have attacked ME! They proved to be a bunch of cowards, and what they had done could only be considered the lowest of all low moves."You see? No woman is fit to rule. Luna's sole purpose is to bear Alpha babies. If she can't do even that, she ought to be rejected." Dante Greco must have had a death wish. He had tested my patience long enough; he and the rest of those council cunts.My wolf was close to surfacing. My aura was emanating in lush waves, thickening the air. None of those assbra