Naevres POV“Fuck! No! Bitch!” I screamed after her. I stupidly believed her. I could feel unknown magic before hearing the brief commotion and those very words: “Fuck you, Marcellus, fuck you, Wengarthria. See you never again.” The bitch fucked me up. I believed her, and she signed my death sentence without even thinking of the consequences of what will happen to those who stayed here after her escape. Marcellus will have my balls fried for this. He had acted overly strange since she was dropped off in the dungeons weeks ago. He was babbling about unresolved childhood issues and vendetta occasionally when someone mentioned her. Still, I felt like there was way more behind this. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something is fishy here. Well, either way, I am dead meat.What a fuck am I going to do now? Shall I try to escape too? Fuck no, with his abilities, Marcellus would find me in one breath, and when he would, I would be in an even more fucked up position than I already am.“

Aralyn POV I woke up in a charming little cottage near the lake where Merlius beat the shit out of me. I have heard Merlius and Nethanaiah trying to whisper in the distance. Probably to not wake me up. “You have to control your Lycan, Merlius. You could have killed her. I thought you could help her understand her Lycan side as I cannot help her with that, but now I am not so sure anymore. You cannot control even your own Lycan. How will you be able to help her then?” she scolded, and he hung his head low, eye cast down as a little boy who was embarrassed after being scolded by his parents. They were sweet.“Sorry, sweets”, he sighed and kissed her forehead. ”look, I went out of my mind when I sensed your scent on her, and she did not smell like a rogue but did not smell as if she belonged to a pack either. And then your scent all over her was enough to make my Lycan go bat-shit crazy….” he sighed and continued. “I did not even register that this was the scent of a female Lycan and no

Marcellus POV“Noosha”, I nodded. I looked like shit. My suit and shirt were drenched with twats blood, and my face was spray painted with it. I finally looked like the devil everyone portrayed me to be. Noosha, the bitch, on the other hand, you would never think that she is my stepmother. She looked more like my younger sister. She looked like she was barely 20, all pampered and pristine. But fuck that. Not relevant. I was about to close the door, where semiconscious Naevres was still wheezing and gargling, and to walk away, but she grabbed me for the shoulder. I momentarily froze, trying to stop the anger, bile and disgust brewing again. God, how I want to kill this fucking bitch. I first pulled out a handkerchief from my blood-drenched trousers and wiped the blood sprayed on my face. Then I dusted away invisible dust from the shoulder she had just touched. She raised her eyebrow and looked at me murderously, with malice, but just for a second, and then she masked it to her usual

-Three months later-“Aralyn, that’s enough for today,” Merlius said. Thank God, I thought this tyrant would never say this. He is a pain in the ass with his strict training schedule, but I must say that I have improved my strength, stamina and combat skills to an exceptional standard. Nethanaiah taught me how to summon and control my mage and elemental abilities while Merlius was helping me with embracing my Lycan. Apparently, due to my mother’s lineage, I can control weather, earth, and water, whilst due to my father’s lineage, I can control the moon, wind and air. I can also paralyse the one in time and space as I did to Malleteagan when he chased me through the desert. Nethanaiah says that there is way more than that. Meena also became more attuned to me. We can now shift to human or Lycan form without pain or issues with taking control, and we become one body and soul. Her combat skills are more controlled, calculated and brutal. “Soon, I will not be able to train you anymore,” h

Malleteagan’s POVWhere could that little vixen go? For fuck sake, I have mobilised the best trackers, and still, no fucking sign of her. I thought she was in Oribus on that fucking night when I lost so many in the battle against Sentaya. Some of them were my best soldiers. My revenge will be merciless. The eyeless, botched old hag will remember me. I will be the last thing she will remember in her miserable existence. “Omar, any updates on the girl?” I asked Omar, who came from Nerzelis, to report on updates.“No, Alpha,” he answered. “Fuck that shit!” I slammed my fist, and fucking table broke in two. Fuck, this dodgy hotel in the middle of nowhere will add another item to the broken inventory charge. “Omar, make a contact to schedule a joint meeting with Kandreah, Thersar and Nexelex to see the progress of our plan urgently. Each of us to come alone. Only our first in command can accompany us, apart from the four of us. I suggest we meet in Amaralva’s castle in a week. Nexelex a