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

a war. We can resolve

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, towering over Ivan. “I lost wolves, Ivan! Pack members lost their families!

his voice cold and devoid

won’t just be a war,” Alex

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

was consumed by a

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

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a war… this isn’t the answer. Think about the consequences. Think about the lives that

Lives lost? Do you think my wolves didn’t have lives? Do you think they didn’t have families? They’re gone, ripped away. And you expect me to sit idly by while he walks free? He will

are dying. Unleashing a war… that will only lead to more bloodshed, mere pain. It will solve

laugh. “No. I have given

humans?” I finally spoke up, my voice barely a whisper. “If this war

It will be

turned 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 as if I were a stranger, a face in the crowd. The rejection stung, a sharp pain that

Let the world burn. Maybe then,

of despair washed over me. It was like talking to a brick wall. Alex was consumed by his rage, his desire for vengeance. Logic,

“Think about your pack. Think about what they would want. They wouldn’t want this bloodshed,

lost wolves and many lost families. They want blood. They crave

who had been unusually

belied her usual cunning demeanor, “can we all just take a step back for a second? Maybe a

remained fixed on Ivan, his eyes burning with an icy

voice low and dangerous, “you shouldn’t have merged with a bastard in the first place,

rin

just directed at my father; it was

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

here to talk, to try and find

trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished/We stood there for a beat longer, the

few months didn’t matter. He had reverted