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 Footsteps, soft, yet heavy. Then the pounding of hooves, echoing through the battlefield. A sharp <imand leaves my lips before I charge, my Great War horse propelling me forward with feral speed.

 Blood sshes as I sh my way through the chaos. Ahead, a portal opens, and from it crawl creatures that have no right to exist in this shifter empire. Demons, their limbs slick with darkness, pour forth.

 Rain of arrows suddenly hails down.

 “Shield!” I scream, and the <imand echoes. One arrow <ies from behind, but before it can pierce me, a shove from behind. Moon deflects it. He takes the arrow in my stead and falls to the ground.

 The formation breaks. My warriors falter, distracted by the sudden chaos.

 Before I can steady myself, blood and screams spill around me. Heads roll, shields shatter.

 “Cowards,” I murmur under my breath but then I see her. From ahead, the demon general, her face hidden in shadow. She leads the attack with precision and cruelty, leaving a trail of Ashmere warriors‘ bodies in her wake.

 I surge forward. Retreat is not an Ashmere option. My warriors follow. Suicidal, but loyal. We have the Moon Goddess‘ blessing. Rituals for protection and luck <ipleted.

 We reach the portal, and I swing my de, splitting the unholy spell as it grumbles and recoils.

 The Demon war general freezes, horror on her face, and charges again. Darkness surges from her. So thick, choking, corrupting everything it touches. Her horse gallops in rhythm with mine, des drawn. We sh, sparks flying as I roll and parry, the impact rattling my bones. 

 Before I can blink, my helm falls. My long hair cascades down, my face revealed. I meet her gaze, eyes I will never forget, the ones that haunt my nightmares to this night. 

 A soft voice shakes me.

 “Mydy? Mydy?”

 I suddenly jerk awake, swiftly reaching for my de behind the bed, aiming it at her.

 Visions blur. My senses wither. When the sound of running footstepses, I blink again and realize it is a nightmare and the one I have threatened with my de is no one but Blue.

 I drop the sword immediately. Instead of moving away for safety, away from me who has just threatened her life, she rushes to hug me, as though to bring me back to reality.

 For a long time, I stay in her arms, my heart racing.

 Many reasons I left Ash Pack after the war five years agoe to mind. This is among them. The nightmare that refuses to leave.

 I blink again, and Blue pulls back to bow.

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 “I’m sorry, Mydy. I… I was only worried about you.”

 Isolde, who has watched with concern with the maids, steps forward in anger.

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 “You dare not touch an Ashmere. She is going to be an Alpha. How dare you hug her?” she snaps at Blue, but I hold out a hand in exhaustion.

 “Let her be.”<fn3db0> Th?s chapter is updated by Find[?]ovel</fn3db0>

 I swallow hard and slowly look down at the sword on the floor. Same one that has earned me nothing but victory. Gently, I pick it up and return it to its sheath easily.

 I ce it behind the bed where I withdrew it and sigh shakily.

 “Mdy?” Isoldees forward, worried. “Are you okay? Perhaps…”

 “I am fine,” I murmur, leaning back, my head resting on the pillow. Bluees to draw the nket over me, then dries the beads of sweat from my forehead.

 “Mydy,” she calls in concern, kneeling on the floor and taking my hand. “I’m worried about you.”

 My heart tightens at her genuine gaze, and I lower my eyes. This is it. I haven’t even be an Alpha, and I have already started sleepless nights.

 “Tell me a story,” I whisper softly to her, and she stares at me innocently. “Start speaking.”

 Isolde hears this and walks ahead again.

 “Mydy, she shouldn’t be in the same chamber with you, not…‘

 “Leave us.” I cut her off, and silence falls. After a while, she nods and walks out, followed by the rest of the

 maids.

 When the door closes, I swallow hard and nod to Blue, repeating,

 “Start speaking.”

 She sits on the fur rug she had spread, and with her hand still holding mine, she begins.

 “There lived a young orphan. Assigned as a maid in the Royal home. Working for the first Princess, she learned gentleness and kindness. Working for the second Princess, she learned to mask her feelings with rage and bluntness. She moved awayter to work with another great woman. She is loved and treated with kindness. She is favored all the time, and as time passes, she begins to grow tired of receiving. Instead, she wants to give.”

 Her eyes lock with mine, and I stare back in silence. I know who she mean. I know who is the young orphan in her story.

 Gently, I ask,

 “If you are given the opportunity to give back, what can you sacrifice?”

 “As if my heart isn’t already yours, mydy,” she replies, moving forward, her hand holding mine more tenderly, goosebumps curling on my skin. “I see you struggle, and it breaks my heart. You put on a brave

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 face and will sit on the high throne. You didn’t eat the dinner ced before you. You eye your elders with doubt and stare at your family with uncertainty. That has been how my King has lived, until he began to believe no one loved him and never would.”

 I blink and slowly flutter my eyes closed. It is already taking its toll on me. To have no one to trust. I can’t detect them.

 “I will be called to the holy chamber where the Moon Goddess resides,” I whisper before opening my eyes to stare at her. “You will stay behind and learn to stand on your two feet. Obey when you aremanded. Join the maids in tasks and listen with your expression/straight and uninterested. With that, you will have information on who wishes me well and who doesn’t. You are a Lycan. You will feel their energy more clearly. Show me what you’ve got, and I will decide if you can join in the quest that only includes my most trusted allies.”

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