LOGINGreta's POV
The night is chilly. Moonlight streams through the curtains—thin and silver—collecting on the large bed where Lily sleeps. Her dark hair sprawls across the pillow, her lips parted, and her small hands curled into little fists. She looks so peaceful. So innocent. She has no idea about the darkness lurking just beyond the shadows.
I’m standing by the window, arms crossed, staring into space.
‘What’s happening to Sera?&
Gracia's POV"Sera…""Take it back!"I stared at her. She was shaking, her eyes wild with emotion. I had never seen her like this before. I had been beaten so many times in my life—by my father, by Castor, by countless others. But her single slap hurt more than any beating I had ever endured.*Why? Why does her pain matter more than mine?*"Sera, I…""Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Please just take it back."I couldn't speak.She stepped closer, her hand still shaking. "You say you have nothing to give? You gave me your trust. You gave me your honesty. You gave me the privilege of knowing who you truly are. That's not nothing."Her words hit me like a physical blow. I had spent my entire life being told I was worthless. And now this woman—this beautiful, kind woman—was telling me I had value.Why? What does she see something in me that I can't see in myse
Gracia's POV"I love you, Gracia."The words hung in the air like a physical weight. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. My mind was a storm of confusion and disbelief.She loves me. Sera loves me.Not like. Not attraction. Love. The kind of love I felt for Ivy. The kind of love that consumes you, that makes you want to give everything to someone else.I never saw it. All those moments—the lingering touches, the way she looked at me, the way she always found excuses to stay—I thought it was just kindness. Just the kindness of a healer who saw a wounded animal and wanted to help.But it wasn't kindness. It was love.And I was too blind to see it.Guilt washed over me like a wave. I had been so wrapped up in my own pain, my own grief, my own self-pity, that I hadn't noticed the woman who was quietly falling in love with me.How could I have been so stupid?I looked at her. She was standin
Sera's POVThe door opened.Gracia stood there, holding my sword. He was clearly confused, his brow furrowed, his eyes searching my face. The lamplight behind him cast shadows across his features, making him look even more striking than usual."Sera…"I couldn't speak. My throat was tight, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. I was trembling, terrified, my mind completely blank. I had rehearsed this moment a thousand times in my head. I had imagined what I would say, how I would say it, how he would react. But now that I was actually here, standing in front of him, all those carefully planned words had vanished.‘Say something. Say anything. Don't just stand here like a fool.’But I couldn't. I was frozen."Are you alright?" Gracia asked, his voice laced with concern. "What happened? Is something wrong?"I shook my head frantically. "No. Nothing's wrong. I just… I
Sera's POVThe night was cold and still. Snow had fallen earlier, blanketing the courtyard in white. Now, the sky was clear, stars scattered across the darkness like scattered diamonds. The fire in the brazier crackled softly, casting warm light on the two women wrapped in shawls on the bench.My head rested on Eve's shoulder. The packhouse behind us was dark, everyone asleep. The world was quiet, peaceful, as if it had forgotten all the pain and suffering that existed in it."Eve," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I think I'm in complete love with him."Eve didn't seem surprised. She just smiled softly. "I know."I lifted my head, my eyes wide. "You know?""I've known for weeks." Her voice was gentle. "The way you look at him. The way you constantly stay around him. The way you linger when you heal him. The way you panic when he's in danger."I buried my face in my hands. "Is it that obvious?""Only to me,"
Gracia's POVFour months had passed since I collapsed by the river.Four months since Sera found me, half-dead, and dragged me into her cottage. Four months since she healed my wounds, fed me, clothed me, and gave me a reason to keep breathing.I still didn't understand why.Every morning, she came with food. Every evening, she checked my bandages. Every day, she asked how I was feeling, if I needed anything, if I was comfortable. She treated me like I was a person—not a slave, not a gutter rat, not a piece of trash to be discarded.I didn't understand it.I had spent my whole life being told I was worthless. My father had sold me like cattle. Castor had beaten me like a dog. The only person who had ever shown me kindness was Ivy, and she was dead.And now, here was Sera. A noblewoman. The Alpha's daughter. Someone who had every reason to look down on me, to ignore me, to throw me out.Instead, she healed me
Gracia's POVThe light was wrong.I opened my one functioning eye and immediately knew something was off. The ceiling above me was wooden, not stone. The air smelled of herbs and flowers, not damp and rot. The walls were warm, not cold. The bed beneath me was soft, not hard.‘Where am I?’I tried to move. Pain exploded through my body. I gasped, my hands clutching the sheets. Bandages covered my arms, my chest, my legs. Every inch of me was wrapped in white linen. I could feel the wounds beneath—some still raw, others slowly healing.‘What happened?’Memories flooded back. The escape. The river. The running. The woman's voice. ‘Hey, are you okay?’I had collapsed. I had been found.But by whom?I tried to sit up. Pain shot through my ribs. I fell back against the pillow, gasping. My vision swam. I blinked, trying to focus.I was in a big ample room. Sunli
Maya's POVThe morning is chilly, and mist hangs thickly over the valley. I’m standing on the ridge, arms crossed, watching my breath fog up in front of me. Caden is right next to me, still and quiet. He’s always quiet these days.Below, Viktor's camp is st
Damian's POVThree days have passed.She’s been unconscious for three long days.Meanwhile, the war rages on without me. Caden’s taking charge of the eastern flank, Maya’s handling the reserves, and Basil’s out there holding the line with
Damian's POVThe valley is pure chaos.About an hour ago, Viktor broke through the eastern flank. We’ve been fighting hard, falling back, and then fighting again. His warriors are fresh, while ours are bleeding, worn out, and barely hanging on.I’m c
Borgov's POVThis valley feels like hell.The clang of metal fills the air, steel crashing against steel. Wolves twist and claw, their dark forms silhouetted against the fiery sky, while rogues swarm over the ridge like ants from a disturbed hill.I swing my swo







