Bonds

Chapter 78

-Maya’s POV-

Adrenaline surged through my veins, overriding any rational thought. Before I could even register what I was doing, I was stepping in front of Ivan, placing myself directly between him and the snarling black mass that was Alex’s wolf.

It felt instinctive, a primal urge to shield Ivan from whatever danger Alex posed. But my actions only seemed to make things worse. The wolf’s growl intensified, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine. It was a sound that spoke of pure, unbridled rage, and it was

directed solely at me.

Panic clawed at my throat.

Would he attack me?

Ivan reacted quickly, grabbing my hand and pulling me back behind him. He raised his own hand in a placating gesture, his voice calm yet firm. “Alex, we’re not here to fight. We just want to talk.”

The wolf didn’t respond, only continued its menacing growl. It circled us slowly, its eyes glowing a fiery red in the darkness. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on.

Just then, Miranda let out a huff of exasperation. “Oh for crying out loud,” she drawled, her voice dripping with annoyance, “just shift back already. Your wolf is terrifying everyone.”

A beat of silence followed. Then, with a sound like thunder, bones cracked and shifted within the massive form. A moment later, Alex stood before us in all his glory, his face etched with fury.

Heat flooded my cheeks as I averted my gaze. The sight of him, so raw and exposed, was flustering. But a flicker of movement caught my eye. I stole a glance at Ivan, only to find his jaw clenched tight, his eyes narrowed in what looked like… jealousy and anger?

The awkward silence stretched on, broken only by the guards‘ coughs and nervous shuffling as they handed him clothes.

Finally Miranda spoke up again, “Well, it’s a bit chilly out here, wouldn’t you say? Shouldn’t we all head inside?”

Her attempt at lightening the mood fell flat. Everyone, it seemed, was focused on Alex’s simmering rage. After what felt like an eternity, Alex spoke. His voice was a low growl, colder than the winter wind itself, “What do you want?”

Ivan let out a heavy sigh. “There doesn’t

n’t have to b

war. We can resolve

eyes flashed with an anger so intense it took my breath away. “There doesn’t have to be a war?” he roared. He took a menacing step forward,

voice cold and devoid of any warmth, “he’ll wish he was never

over me. The sheer hatred radiating from Alex was palpable. “There won’t just be a war,” Alex

the potential loss of innocent lives – human for vengeance so deep, so all–encompassing, that it

He was consumed

the threat hanging in the air, “look, we can understand your anger. What Daniel

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consequences. Think about the lives

scoffed, a harsh, humorless sound. “Consequences? Lives lost? Do you think my wolves didn’t have lives? Do you think they didn’t have families? They’re

that. But there are other ways. It’s already brewing. More wolves are dying. Unleashing a war… that will only lead to more bloodshed, mere pain. It will solve

out a humorless laugh. “No. I have given him a free pass for way too long. This ends

spoke up, my voice barely a whisper. “If this war spills over, they’ll

It will

his head slightly, his gaze flickering to me for a brief moment before darting away. His eyes were cold, devoid of any warmth or recognition. It was

the world burn. Maybe then, just

brick wall. Alex was consumed by his rage, his desire for vengeance. Logic, reason, the potential consequences – none of it seemed to matter to

answer, Alex,” Ivan cut in, his voice laced with a hint of desperation. “Think about your pack. Think about what they

Alex roared, his voice raw with emotion. “I have lost wolves and many lost

followed. Miranda, who had been unusually

just take a step back for a

completely. His gaze remained fixed on Ivan, his

“you shouldn’t have merged with a bastard in the first place, Ivan. Maybe then, your

rin

it was directed at Ivan,at me, at our entire pack. It was a clear message: we were the enemy now,

were on the precipice of another confrontation. But then, with a defeated sigh, Ivan raised his hands in

try and find

a beat longer, the weight of

few months didn’t matter. He had reverted back to his default setting, the cold, heartless version of himself I remembered from when he threw me