Sage's POVI forced a smile as Hermes agreed to my request for a dinner with Len. Inside, my mind was already whirring with possibilities. Hermes had unknowingly given me the perfect opportunity to get information to pass onto Fox.Once I had Len alone, I just had to find out everything I could about her connection to Scar's heart. Fox would certainly reward me for helping eliminate this unexpected threat."You should get some rest now, my love," Hermes said, drawing me from my thoughts. "I'll stay over tonight to keep an eye on you."I tensed. Having him here all night didn't fit my plans. "Oh, you don't need to do that," I replied lightly. "I don't want Grandma to be alone. Really, I'll be fine."But Hermes was already fetching an extra pillow, making himself comfortable on the armchair. "Nonsense, Grandma understands you need me right now while recovering. Don't worry about her."Seeing he wouldn't be dissuaded, I switched tactics. "Well, if you're staying, could you run and get me
Scar's POVI paced back and forth anxiously as Hermes spoke urgently into his phone outside. He was calling Sage to see if she knew anything about Len's sudden disappearance.My gut twisted just thinking about Len being missing. After searching for hours, it was clear she was no longer in town. But why would she just vanish without explanation?A hundred paranoid theories raced through my mind. Had she been kidnapped by Fox's men as retaliation? Or threatened into leaving? Or did she choose to run away...from me?I gnawed my lip in anguish. Things between Len and I had been going so well lately. We were happy, in love. Why would she abandon what we shared without a word? None of this made sense.Just then Hermes reentered, his grave expression confirming my worst fears before he even spoke. "She's not with Sage," he reported grimly. "It seems Len left of her own accord."I raked my hands through my hair, exhaling harshly. "Maybe she's still in town, just gone into hiding? We have to k
Lena's POVWith Sage's kidnapping, Scar and Hermes doubled their patrols along the border, making escape seem impossible. But I could hardly stand to be near either of them now. The bitter truth was that they had both betrayed me, conspiring to have me killed. I was a fool for ever trusting Scar, despite everything he'd done. Just because I'd developed feelings for him didn't erase the fact that he'd taken me hostage until I located his precious dragon heart. Yet I'd let myself believe he truly cared for me. Now I saw it was all an act to further use me.Under the cover of darkness, I crept from my hidden tunnel shelter and stealthily climbed the trees edging the forest. My dark clothing blended into the shadows as I soundlessly leapt between branches. I had to get away from here, from all the deception and heartbreak. My destination was the ancient library in the abandoned wing of the manor. With everyone consumed by the search for me, it was the one place Scar wouldn't think to ch
Lena's POVI had passed through the fighting gate, gaping at all of the wonders I saw before me. It was a water-like landmark with every creature of the sea there but the cool thing about it was that you could walk right below them without getting drowned.I gasped, my mouth parted with eyes wide open. My body shivered in fear as to what this was. If I had seen dragons, I believed there was still some magic left in this world.I gulped down every fear I felt, moving as the water made a pathway for me. I was so shocked about what was going on that I didn't know when I walked out of that landmark.Fishes were floating in a bubble of water, the water made part for me, I was just too shocked not to be wondered.Once I was out of the water landmark, the next was that of the wind. The land was almost desert-like with red soil and winds ready to blow any form of soil into your eyes.That was one of the most frustrating journeys I had ever taken. I had to use my superspeed and the third sens
Frost's POV The vast icy plains of Iceland stretched to the horizon outside the walls of our stronghold. Within the war room, the air was thick with tension as my advisors argued strategies. The clamor of voices instantly quieting as I strode in. All eyes turned expectantly to me as I took my place at the head of the carved oak table. "What news of the last dragon's whereabouts?" I demanded, forgoing pleasantries. Time was of the essence. The three scouts I'd dispatched shifted uneasily, none meeting my piercing gaze. Gritting my teeth in frustration, I addressed the eldest. "Well? Report." "Apologies, Commander. We scoured every inch of terrain from here to the Highlands border. No signs of the dragon or his roost were found." Murmured curses rippled around the room. I processed this new setback, my jaw tightening. We couldn't allow those damnable Aldorians to claim the glory of the last dragon's capture. "Infiltrating the fortress remains impossible then?" I already knew the
Lena's POVFreezing out in the cold, I thought I was finally going to die before reaching the Valorian raider fort. The icy winds whipped around my wet clothes relentlessly as I struggled through the deep snow drifts. Each step became harder than the last as hypothermia slowly overtook my body.Just as my legs gave out and I sunk into the freezing abyss, darkness engulfed my vision completely. "It this how I'll die?"I expected a silent, endless void to be the last thing I ever experienced. But gradually, I felt warmth returning to my bones. The frozen wasteland faded away as hazy shadows moved around me.Muffled voice came caught my attention, my eyelids fluttered open weakly. At first all I could make out was a flickering orange glow - firelight. The voice seemed to have seized.As my vision adjusted, I realized I was lying near a campfire, wrapped in heavy furs. Confusion clouded my mind instantly."Had I somehow made it to the raider stronghold after all?" But no, this was just a
Lena's POV:Although Frost said he would "think" about trusting me, I felt relieved. At least now I had a chance to convince him to help me. That evening, I kept myself busy tidying the tent I shared with Frost. He never stayed inside for long, always conferring with his men or scouting the area. I was shaken from my thoughts when I heard the loud rumble of the warriors' vehicles starting up. I stepped outside the tent flap to see what was happening. The entire camp seemed to be mobilizing for some mission. I stopped a lean, teenage warrior who was rushing past. "Excuse me, what's going on?" I asked. He turned and gave me a hesitant smile. "Oh hi, I'm Jax. Commander Frost is taking the bulk of our forces to spy on that dragon warlord's fortress you mentioned. Scar, I think you called him?"I tensed at the name but tried not to show it. "I see. Do you know when you all will return?"Jax shook his head apologetically. "No telling with these covert ops. Could be a few hours, could be
Lena's POVI awoke shivering violently, my breath coming out in frosty puffs. During the night, the feeble brazier in my drafty tent had sputtered out, leaving me at the mercy of the icy winds howling outside. I wrapped my threadbare cloak tighter, though it provided little warmth. Teeth chattering, I forced myself out into the dim pre-dawn light. I couldn't afford to languish here feeling sorry for myself. Making my way to the cook tent, I found the morning crew already prepping a hearty porridge. "Let me help with that," I offered, taking over stirring the pot. The grateful cooks seemed surprised but welcoming, unlike the suspicious glares I often received from the warriors. We worked together congenially as the sun rose, readying breakfast for the camp.When a batch was ready, I ladled myself a steaming bowl. The hot cereal warmed me from the inside out, chasing away the lingering chill. After eating, I begged some warm water from the cooks to finally clean up properly.As I stoo