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Chapter 191
Chapter 191
Amica
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My time in Pennywise has brought me closer to Deckard than I’ve
been before.
It’s here I see the man behind the Alpha–the one he hides so fiercely from the world. The walls he once built around his heart have finally begun to fall, at least with me. And in those quiet moments, I see him… truly see him.
At night, when sleep should bring peace, I watch him wrestle demons I cannot name. His body trembles, his breath catches–haunted by memories or nightmares I can’t reach. I never ask what he sees. I just hold him, whispering soft truths to remind him that he’s not alone. That I’m here. That it isn’t real.
But I know Darth is one of those shadows–an ever–present weight on Deckard’s chest. I know that until this ends, the darkness inside him can never fully lift.
We are flying now–thirty feet above the ground, wind slicing through the sky as we head toward the heart of the battle.
Deckard’s hand grips mine tightly as we’re approaching a storm neither of us will walk
But once we land, I’m taken.
from unchanged.
Two men–wolves he trusts–escort me away from the battlefield before I even get a chance to protest. Deckard doesn’t argue. He just nods at them, eyes fierce but strangely calm,
They take me to a hidden safehouse nott too far from Blackwater. A small, I’m told it’s secure, far from the reach of the castle’s destruction.
But safety has never felt so hollow.
I can hear the fire. Damn i can almost feel it.
I can hear the barking and roaring of wolves in the distance–every cry, every scream, every snap of bone carry
to
on the wind. No matter how “secure” this place is, it means nothing to my senses. My wolf is wide awake. Desperat me like a whisper
But more than the chaos, I can feel something stronger–Deckard.
His heartbeat.
His rage.
His pain.
I’ve never felt it like this before–so loud, so sharp, it’s as if our bond is screaming inside me. Tonight is different. Something’s happening, something terrible…
I sit by the window now, the low hum of chaos trembling through the glass. I can hear it all–the cries, the clash of steel, the desperate roars of wolves defending their lives. The people fleeing, warriors bleeding.
And all I can do is listen.
Listen and wait.
I pace the room like a caged animal, my bare feet silent against the wooden floor, eyes flicking to the door every few seconds. Two guards stand outside–loyal, patient, watching over me. But guarding me from what? There’s no enemy here. No threat. No one is coming for me.
The real danger is out there. With him.
I just want to be with Deckard. I know I might be powerless in the face of what he’s become. I know I might not be able to stop him or save him. But I’ll give everything. Even my life.
Minutes pass. Hours, maybe.
I drop into the old armchair, my hands trembling. Sweat beads down my back even though the room is cold. My limbs ache. I feel hot- too hot. Like I’m burning from the inside. My wolf stirs, confused. I’m not in a fight. There’s no danger here. And yet… I feel like shifting. Like something inside me is breaking loose.
I close my eyes, just for a moment. Just to breathe. Just to stop the storm in my chest.
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it the moment I do…
s not peace that comes.
s fire.
re moves with a mind of its own.
hat’s the fire of the dragon.
ut I don’t see the dragon.
Deckard is nowhere to be found. Not in the shadows. Not in the flame.
Still… I feel him.
stand in the middle of the inferno, flames licking at my feet, dancing around me like they know who I am. I call his name–once, wice, over and over. But there’s no response. No eyes looking back.
He isn’t here.
And yet his rage is.
His pain pulses in the very heat around me.
His anger hums through the fire like a heartbeat.
But his love?
His warmth?
Gone.
It’s like the dragon has devoured the man I know–the man I love.
And for a terrifying second, it feels like he’s dead.
I snap my eyes open with a gasp, cold air flooding my lungs.
The room is spinning. The war outside still rages. I hear it all-
But my body… My body is frozen.
A chill rushes through me like death itself. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. No winter could make me shake like this. No fear could hollow me out this way.
I wrap my arms around myself, trembling as I try to sit up straighter–but I can’t. I slide from the edge of the chair, my legs weak
Something is wrong.
My breath becomes shallow, labored. My heart races, but my blood feels sluggish in my veins. I’m freezing–but not in the ordinary way. This cold feels like it’s pulling me away from life itself.
I swear, I will die.
I struggle to get up, my legs barely holding the weight of my trembling body. Every step feels like a mountain, I reach the door and lean on the knob for support, slowly turning it open.
The two guards posted outside whip their heads toward me in alarm.
“Luna! You shouldn’t be out here!” one of them says, rushing to my side–his voice full of command, then quickly replaced by concern as he sees my state.
“What is wrong, Luna? Are you alright?” the other one asks, stepping forward with panic in his eyes.
“I’m dying,” I whisper, barely finding my voice. “Take me to Deckard.”
His face hardens. “Oh–we can’t. That place is war, Luna Amica. It’s too dangerous. We’re under strict orders to protect you.”
I lift my head slowly, locking eyes with him.
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“What’s your name?” I ask.
He hesitates, then answers, “Manny, Luna,” bowing slightly, still unsure.
I take a breath, and though my body is weak, my voice sharpens like a blade.
“Listen, Manny. I am dying. And the only thing that can restore me is Deckard. If he comes back here to find that I died in this room–if you let me die–he will burn everything. You will not only suffer his wrath in this world, but your name will be cursed in your grave and in every life to come.”
My voice echoes like prophecy.
I see it happen–the shift in his eyes. From stubborn duty to realization. From defiance to fear.
Then surrender.
Manny swallows hard, nods once, then turns to the other guard. “Let’s go,” Manny says in a low, urgent voice.
The two of them support me gently, helping me into the back of the car. The vehicle jerks forward, speeding through the winding roads like the wind itself is chasing us. I can feel my body slipping further, my breath thinning, my limbs colder than ever. They glance back at me every few seconds, the panic in their eyes growing as they realize–I’m getting worse.
Fifteen minutes later, we reach Black Castle.
But this is no longer a castle.
Outside, I am met with a vision of pure horror–a nightmare etched into reality. Dismembered body parts lie scattered across the ground. Blood drenches the soil, staining it black. Smoke coils around broken walls, and ashes hang heavy in the air. Some parts of the earth are charred and hot, others blackened with soot–but I can still feel the heat, like something is still burning.
For a brief, twisted moment, my fear for Deckard’s safety fades… because I know this destruction. I know the chaos. I feel him in it.
Only one being could have caused this.
And then it hits–me–not fear for him, but fear of him.
My mate. Alpha Deckard.
What has he become?
I step out of the car, boots pressing into a mound of what used to be someone… something. The ashes crumble beneath me with a sickening crunch. I don’t know what part of the body it was, but I know it was once alive.
The sound pierces my bones.
“What the hell happened here?” I whisper under my breath, voice barely holding steady.
Where are our men?
“Luna Amica, please… it’s too dangerous. Let us wait at a distance, until the battle is over,” Manny begs. And it’s not just for my safety–I hear it in his voice. He’s scared for himself too.
“I’ll go in alone. You both can stay here,” I say firmly, even as my body trembles.
“But we can’t leave you!” the other guard protests.
“Yes, you will. That’s a command,” I snap, forcing my weak legs to carry me through the scorched gates of Blackthorn Castle.
“It’s too hot, Luna!” they plead behind me.
They’re right. The heat clings to the air like smoke, thick and suffocating. I can smell it–burnt flesh, seared stone, melted steel. I am petrified. But even in the heart of this inferno, I don’t feel danger from the fire. Not from his fire.
I can hear the cackling flames deeper inside. They’re alive, breathing like a beast let loose.
As I step further into the ruins of what once was my home, my heart twists. This… this is not Blackthorn Castle anymore. It’s a graveyard.
Burnt bodies litter the ground in grotesque stillness.
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But for a moment, I forget the state I was in when I arrived here. I’m walking upright now–no longer weak, no longer dying. The cold that once gripped my bones is fading, replaced by the warmth of the fire that rages ahead.
As I take cautious steps toward the source of the inferno, my ears catch the sudden patter of footsteps. A woman bursts from one of the side doors, stumbling into view.
She’s beautiful, yet messy, her face twisted with fear. Her wide, glassy eyes look as though they’ve seen something too heavy to carry.
“He’s gone mad!” she screams, as she tiptoes around the burnt remains scattered across the ground. “He’s killed everyone–he’s a mad alpha!”
She runs, tripping, breathless, desperate to escape. The hem of her long gown catches a stray flame and she lets out a shrill cry, spinning and swatting at the fire. She dances like a puppet caught in madness until she finally tears her heel free and bolts through the castle gates.
But I don’t flinch..
I keep moving forward.
And then… I see it.
see the fire–mad, raging, unchained.
And in the heart of it stands my mate.
Deckard,
He’s in front of Darth, finishing what we all knew had to be done. He takes him out with a brutality for every bit of pain Darth ever inflicted. But even after it’s done… Deckard doesn’t stop. He doesn’t fall back. He doesn’t return.
My Alpha is still burning.
The fire clings to him like a second skin, as if the flames have accepted him as one of their own. The heat around me is intense–it should be unbearable, yet somehow, it breathes life into my cold body. I feel more alive standing here than I did minutes ago, like the fire itself is tethered to my soul. Still, a quiet dread creeps in. What happens when the cold fully leaves me?
I watch him–Deckard–scorch everything in sight, like a god searching for a new world to ruin. The castle is unrecognizable now, but he keeps going.
“My Alpha,” I call out, soft but trembling.
He turns.
Slowly.
And I see it–those eyes. Not golden. Not kind. They’re red–hot and hollow. Molten and merciless. The eyes of a creature that doesn’t recognize love… or me.
“My love… please, come to me,” I whisper, voice cracking under the weight of fear and hope. “It’s over now…”
He stares at me. No words. Just that stare, as if he’s trying to remember whether I matter.
“It’s me,” I continue, stepping forward, chest tight. “It’s Amica. Your Luna.”
Tears sting my eyes. The silence stretches between us, louder than the crackle of fire or the crumble of burning stone.
“Walk away, woman…” he says finally, his voice deep nd dangerous. “Or you’ll burn.”
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