The anguish of losing a mother was devastating, as was the pain of losing the pillar and source of strength. Balmond couldn't help but accept the fact that his mother was no longer with him.Azure's dead body lay still as Balmond squeezed her until she stopped breathing altogether."She's no longer alive!" Balmond yelled in agony, "She's really dead!" as he sobbed hysterically.Xirza amusedly chuckled at him."I warned you it wasn't going to be as easy as you thought," he giggled.Balmond's shouts reverberated over the whole battlefield."Did you feel this way, Tigreal? Is this how losing one's mother feels like? Is this how seeing the blood of a loved one hurts? Balmond wailed, "I'm feeling this for the first time, didn't know it hurts like badly. "No, it's different; your mother is accountable for the death, and mine is innocent except for the fact that she gave birth to a frail and helpless Alpha. Which of the two hurts more, yours died with guilt and mine died with innocence?"

"Ooooh Seraphine?That invincible She wolf?......well, she's not some kind of threat to us", Tigreal stuttered, trying hard to conceal the secret from Freya. "But……She said some kind of strange words on the battlefield while we were fighting together?. Yes, why should your ally fight me with those deadly moves?", Freya retorted. "Did she? Well, as far as I know, she doesn't stand a chance before my Frey", Tigreal replied in a ludicrous manner, which forced Freya's cheeks to blush with a huge grin displayed all over her visage.They laughed and shared tender moments, catching up on the time they had lost, oblivious to anything else.Little did they know that their blissful bubble was about to be burst.Suddenly, a soft rustle in the bushes caught Tigreal's attention. He turned his head, and his eyes widened in surprise as he saw Seraphine, the powerful ally he had beseeched for help, standing there with an enigmatic smile on her face."Seraphine?" Tigreal stammered, not expecting to

Tigreal's heart pounded in his chest as he raced through the dense woods, the branches and leaves rustling in his wake. He couldn't shake off the guilt and fear gnawing at him. Freya's pain was evident in her tear-filled eyes, and he knew he had to find her and make things right.His mind raced back to the moment he had left Seraphine behind. He couldn't bear to see the hurt in her eyes as he rejected her love. Yet, he couldn't deny his heart's true desire. It belonged to Freya, and no one else. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if she suffered anymore because of his mistakes. Tigreal ducked low under a thicket of foliage to avoid a falling limb, then sprinted forward again, searching all corners of the forest in search of Freya.His breaths were coming faster now from exertion and anxiety, but he ignored it and kept searching."Freya? My Frey?", he called as he advanced further through the trees until the shrill sound of a child crying reached his ears. His stomach twisted

Angst was boldly etched onto her delicate visage, her gaze a fierce furnace of emotion as she fixed her eyes unwaveringly upon Kelvin's countenance, not a single word passing her lips. The aura surrounding her radiated annoyance and a dangerous intensity that hung in the air like an electric charge. Kelvin, caught in the tempest of her emotions, remained silent like a steadfast stone, desperately avoiding the fiery gaze that Christine directed his way.In the heart of the enchanting woods, a tension as palpable as the mist enshrouding them settled between the two. Kelvin had meticulously orchestrated his actions to steer clear of intimate encounters with Christine in secluded settings, recognizing the volatile mixture of emotions that brewed within them when alone. Conversely, Christine had stealthily maneuvered to corner Kelvin in those very moments of seclusion, craving an opportunity to be alone with him, away from prying eyes. And now, her determination had borne fruit.A sigh of

Long shadows were thrown by the waning sunset light across the countryside, reflecting Freya's inner struggle. She ran into the trees, her feet pounding the woodland floor, her breath coming in frantic gasps. Each stride appeared to reflect her heart's quick beating, matching the hurry and anxiety that overwhelmed her.Freya's chest was seized by excruciating and persistent fear. The image of Tigreal and Seraphine intertwined in the moonlight was a terrible apparition that tortured her imagination. The moon watchers' announcement had hit her like a blade, the weight of its implications too much for her to handle. A coupling between Tigreal and Seraphine, culminating in the creation of their child, would permanently tie Freya to Seraphine's dominion.Her thoughts were a jumble of emotions as she ran. She couldn't imagine a scenario in which she was demoted to the rank of a mere servant and her standing was negatively impacted by the birth of a rival's child. She felt imminent loss in h