Chapter 31
Apr 17, 2025
Felicia sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling as she pulled the blanket over Elias and Theo, tucking them in securely. Their small, peaceful faces were so unaware of the storm raging outside, of the war that had begun the moment Damien and Lucien clashed.
She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on each of their foreheads. “I love you both so much,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Theo stirred slightly, his tiny fingers gripping her sleeve. “Stay, Mommy,” he mumbled sleepily.
Felicia felt her heart crack into a million pieces.
“I’ll be right back, baby,” she whispered.
But deep down, she didn’t know if that was true.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she slowly stood up, adjusting the blanket around them one last time before stepping away. She grabbed her coat from the chair near the window and wrapped it around herself, her body trembling—not from the cold, but from the fear and rage boiling inside her.
Then, the horn sounded.
A deep, mournful howl echoed through the night air, signaling the start of war.
Felicia’s breath hitched. Her hands gripped the doorknob as she froze, her entire body screaming at her to do something, anything, to stop this madness.
But was she too late?
Taking a shaky breath, she stepped out of the house.
The moment Felicia reached the battlefield, the stench of blood and death filled her senses.
Growls and snarls tore through the night as wolves clashed, their bodies colliding with brutal force. The ground was soaked in crimson, bodies scattered everywhere. Some were barely breathing, others completely still.
A wolf from Lucien pack lunged at a warrior from Damian’s pack, but in a blur, Damien tore through it with his claws, his fangs sinking into its throat. The wolf let out a final, gurgling breath before collapsing. Damien’s face was splattered with blood, his chest heaving.
Across from him, Lucien stood, unfazed, his golden eyes gleaming under the full moon. Blood dripped from his claws, his body surrounded by fallen warriors.
Felicia’s stomach churned. This wasn’t a battle. It was a massacre.
More warriors fell. More blood was spilled. And no one was stopping.
“STOP IT RIGHT NOW!”
Her voice rang through the battlefield like a gunshot, sharp, commanding, filled with fury.
Everything froze.
The growls died down, claws retracted, and every wolf on the battlefield turned to face her.
Felicia stood in the middle of the chaos, her hair wild, her coat drenched in blood—some of it hers, most of it not. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she looked around, taking in the destruction, the senseless death.
She was sick of it. All of it.
Lucien was the first to move. He stepped toward her cautiously. “Felicia, this isn’t safe. Go back to the house.” His voice was low, controlled, but his eyes flickered with something else—concern.
Felicia shook her head violently. “No,” she growled, her voice cracking. “No more. This stops now!”
Damien, still in his wolf form, let out a deep snarl before shifting back into his human form. His face was contorted with rage, his muscles tense as he stepped closer.
“Felicia, don’t,” he warned, his voice thick with fury. He pointed at Lucien. “He’s a murderer! A killer! He doesn’t deserve your loyalty.”
Felicia’s breath came in ragged bursts. She turned to Damien, her fists clenched. “What are you talking about, Damien?!” she screamed.
Her voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying all the anger, frustration, and devastation she had bottled up for so long.
Damien’s face twisted with grief and rage as he threw the truth at her like a blade to the heart.
“He killed your brother!”
The world stopped.
Felicia’s breath caught in her throat. She staggered back, her vision blurring.
Her brother. Did she hear that right?
