RhiannonSaying goodbye to Rhys feels like leaving a piece of my heart behind. The month with him has been nothing short of magical, filled with lessons that went beyond the mere medicinal. Under his guidance, I discovered a healing touch I never knew I possessed, a gift from the goddess herself! It’s a moment of pride and sadness as we part ways, his final words of encouragement lingering in my ears.“Use your gift wisely, Rhi. You’re meant for great things,” he says, his bright blue eyes filled with brotherly love and a hint of something else—pride, maybe.I hug him tight, promising to visit again soon. “I’ll miss you. And thanks for everything, really. You’ve no idea how much this means to me.”As I board the jet to Micah’s kingdom, the excitement bubbles inside me. It’s been years since I’ve seen him, and I can’t wait to dive into the world of technology and innovation he reigns over. Flopping down on the seat, I let out a sigh, a mix of exhaustion and anticipation for what’s to

RhiannonAs I sit on the cold floor of my cage, a storm brews within me. My captors, though undeniably attractive, have become the focus of my simmering hatred. They’ve given me a cage with comforts—a soft bed, food, water, even a working toilet—but here I am, sitting in my own filth, seething with anger and plotting my next move.The door swings open, and the leader, Soren, strides in, his presence alone enough to make the air feel heavier. I scramble to my feet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me in any position that might suggest weakness.My thoughts are interrupted as Soren strides in, the embodiment of dark, intimidating allure. His presence alone commands attention, but it’s his news that freezes me in place.“There are dragons,” he starts, his voice as smooth and dangerous as a blade sliding from its sheath, “hovering above your brothers’ kingdoms. Waiting for my signal.”I blink, confusion momentarily pushing aside my anger. “Dragons? What does that have to

GavrielWatching from the shadows, I observe Soren and Rhiannon at the cliff’s edge. They speak with a familiarity that grates on me, an intimacy that should not exist between captor and captive.More than Ivar or Soren, it’s me who harbours the deepest loathing for the princess. It’s not just her; it’s everything she represents. Her lineage, her blood—tainted with the atrocities committed by her fathers and their armies. The very armies that left my world in ruins, my family nothing but memories to be mourned.My mothers and sisters brutalized in ways I don't even want to think about.I’ve always been the silent one, my brothers often joke about my lack of words, but my silence is not a lack of things to say; it’s a choice. A choice borne from the understanding that some thoughts are too dark, too filled with rage to be given voice. Here she stands, the daughter of those responsible, living, breathing, and undoubtedly lamenting her captivity as if it were the greatest injustice.My

ReynaAs Malachi switches off the video, the silence that follows is deafening. The fury in my mates’ eyes is mirrored by the storm raging in my heart, but beneath the anger, there’s a chasm of guilt that threatens to swallow me whole. They start discussing our next move, their voices filled with rage and desperation, but I’m barely listening. My mind is trapped in a past I thought I had left behind, a past when I was not myself, but Pyrra’s vessel, rampaging through islands in a blaze of purple flames.It’s my fault. All of it.I remember the destruction, the powerlessness as Pyrra took control, leaving devastation in her wake. At the time, I didn’t know the full extent of the horrors she committed with my hands. It was only later, much later, that the memories started to surface, fragmented and jagged, cutting deep. I thought those sins were behind us, that we had moved on and built something beautiful out of the ashes. But now, with Rhiannon’s abduction, it’s clear those sins hav

RhiannonPacing the floor of the bedroom I’m confined in has become my new normal. The restlessness within me grows with each passing day, a caged animal itching for release. It’s been weeks since I last shifted, my wolf spirit clawing at the confines of my consciousness, desperate for freedom.One evening, after I’ve eaten the meal brought to me by those silent women, I watch from my window as the three dragons soar off into the fading light. Crimson, Green, and Black; Soren, Ivar, and Gavriel. Their majestic forms cut through the sky with ease, a sight that would have been awe-inspiring if it weren’t for my circumstances. Boredom and a surge of boldness grip me as I eye the door, a plan forming in my mind. To my surprise, the door is unlocked, no guard in sight. My heart races, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I strain my ears for any sign of life. Hearing nothing, I decide to take my chances.Stepping out into the hallway, every sense is heightened. I’m acutely aware of the