MasukMENODORA'S POV As we start to descend carefully down the steps like contraptions, towards the city, movements start to stir below. The people, more than a dozen of them, emerge from their homes, gardens, workshops…everywhere I turn to look, I can see people coming out. None of them shout or even look like they may be panicking. Instead, they fix their gazes on us, watching us with part curiosity and part wariness.Everywhere I look, there are men, women and even little children. Their clothes are like nothing I have ever seen before. It is woven with threads in the shade of silver, cream and deep forest green. Some of them have streaks of silver strands woven naturally through their dark hair even when it appears that they look young. Some of them also carry varying marks across their skins…marks that glow and shimmer softly under the sunlight.None of us spoke and their eyes locked on ours with a bright and unblinking sheen, like a pair of headlights in the dark…only there are so ma
MENODORA'S POV "They know that you have finally come home." Those words settle over me like the softness of the first snow of the season. "They know that you have finally come home." The words echo through my mind, bouncing around the walls of my chest and refusing to take root.“This is not my home, I have no home!" I say, the words coming out sharper than I intend it to be."No?” Cassian asks, regarding me with the kind of patience you use when talking with a petulant child."Yes,” I reply, shaking my head. "This isn't my home. The only place closest to what felt like home for me was snatched too early. A small cottage where my mother hid me away from prying eyes…I never really understood her then, but now I do.”My eyes start to water again and I blink against the tears rigorously. “I still remember the way it smelled of cedar after every rainfall. My mother would sneak in whenever she could to avoid anyone knowing where I really was. There was a crooked fence she always promise
MENODORA'S POV Ancient trees climb up, stretch so far that they almost touch the sky. Their silver trunks are broader and larger than any buildings I have ever seen. Their leaves glow with a faint shimmer, like stars had found a way to be caught in the branches.Flowers cover the hillsides in different shades and hues of colour, some of which I do not even have a name for.The birds are just as breathtaking and awe inspiring as the landscape. They have long iridescent tails that shimmer and shine like a liquid pearl. Flying overhead, they sing a bird song unlike anything that I have ever heard before now. Far below where we're standing, gentle creatures grazed across a meadow that stretches on for endless miles. They seem so relaxed, without any care in the world. Some of them have antlers like those closely resembling that of a deer. Some have six legs…so unlike anything I have seen or heard of before.One of them must have sensed our presence. It lifts its head, antlers shimmering
MENODORA’S POVInside the mountain swallows whatever little light there is. The sound of stone grinding against stone echoes behind us until it is a deafening grating sound on our ears and then, there is nothing but silence around us. It is not the silence of an empty room or even the kind of silence that hits the forest before a storm. This is a silence that is pulsing, a silence that I can feel the breath of it…a silence that is watching.For a minute, I can't help but come to a halt. The passage ahead of us stretches endlessly for miles that do not seem to have an end. The walls around us glow with the same hues of gold, blue and white that glowed on the stones outside like a heartbeat pulsing beneath the walls. The light isn't bright enough to chase the shadows that surround us but it is enough to illuminate our path, as though the mountain itself knows exactly how much we need to see.Without a single conscious thought, gravity pulls my gaze…and my body…back to the entrance. My h
ORVAX'S POV The camp stirs before the first signs of sunrise begin to peek out of the clouds. We all speak in hushed tones, no one speaks too loudly, even the horses seem to sense the change in the air.Elira helps Menodora gather what little belongings she has…a folded cloak that one of the kind women in the territory gifted to her, the comb that the other stranger; that I just realized I haven't seen for a while, gave to her. There's also the small carved wolfe that I had once given to her as a gift on one of the nights I visited her…that night feels like a thousand years ago.Picking up the carving, she turns it over in her hands, probably thinking the same thing I am, before slipping it carefully into her satchel, a small unconscious smile playing on her lips. I watch her from my spot from across the clearing, she looks entirely spent, like a battery drained to a critical percentage.The tiredness isn't just physical alone though, beneath all that physical exhaustion is a spirit
ORVAX'S POV Silence, an invisible blanket spun from the fibers of twilight and fading breath, follows Cassian's declaration. It settles over the clearing like fresh snow, heavy and light at the same time.“It's best we leave now, just before dawn starts to take its hold upon us," he says again, his voice calm and collected in such a way that leaves no room for arguments. "Your territory is no longer safe enough to protect her…from herself and probably the enemies after her.”My eyes are locked on him, refusing to blink, with a gaze that feels almost physical. I'm not just looking at him though, I'm studying him, picking apart every micro-expression, anything that would help me better understand what is going on behind those eyes.The wind shifts through the trees, carrying the scent of the ash from the now dying campfire. Somewhere deep in the forest, I can hear wolves answering one another with distant howls, but even their voice is muted in comparison with the storm brewing in my m
MENODORA’S POVThe Alpha's gaze lands on me, heavy and piercing right through me like a hot knife piercing through butter.“You…,” his tone holds the same accusation I see in the eyes of everyone around me. "You were found at the scene. Do you care to explain?”"This is nothing but a pure coinciden
MENODORA’S POVThe opportunity came faster than I anticipated…On the night that changed everything, the air felt similar to the night that I was born. The tension and uneasy watching, almost like the forest was waiting for something, but at the time, I wasn't sure what it was waiting for.I just f
The Alpha staggers backward, his breath seizing in his throat, only coming out in painful and shallow pants.“The child shall be executed…” he announces for all within and without the birthing den to hear.“No!" The shriek of the child's mother shatters the stillness that follows the Alpha’s announ
“She should not exist…” Those are the first words spoken by the midwife on the night Mayari is born.That night, the moon did not shine the way it normally would, instead it bled. Like a crimson stain spreading across the face of the night, it turned the atmosphere into a rust-tinted veil.The moo







