THERE'S A SEQUEL!!!
Yes, there's a sequel for the book after all. I advise that you follow my Facebook page, Cool Lette, to know when this sequel will be available on Alphanovel. Now, enjoy the synopsis, and a little insight.
Synopsis:
Chaos.
It has always been around, shimmering within the surface, waiting for someone or something to break the surface and set it free.
And I just happened to be the perfect someone.
I never meant to do it; it just sort of happened. Somehow, I had managed to set Sycamore free from the mental cage Sia had sentenced him to.
And now, Ruarc’s surrender to his Lycan was also my fault. Honestly, taking the blame wasn’t going to change the fact that I have broken the surface.
Chaos is here and I’m afraid it has come to stay.
*****
"I want her dead."
These four words, spoken with chilling determination, sliced through the frigid air of the Icelands like a sharp blade. The speaker, Thjis, whose eyes were once filled with compassion, now harbored an unrelenting verdict that sent shivers through anyone who heard them. The desolate expanse of the Icelands seemed to respond to his words, as if the very land itself trembled in acknowledgment of the gravity of his command.
Sia, standing amidst the harrowing aftermath of a lycan's rampage, turned to face his sovereign, his heart heavy with dread. "Dead, my king?" His voice quivered, echoing the uncertainty that had gripped his people in the wake of this calamity.
The king's gaze remained unyielding; his imposing figure silhouetted against the ghostly backdrop of moonlit snow. "Aye, Sia. She has been nothing but a harbinger of darkness, and this calamity only solidifies her fate."
Sia's mind raced, torn between the loyalty he held for his father and the complex web of emotions he shared with Crinka, the subject of Thjis's command.
"And you're telling me this because?" Sia questioned, seeking to understand the motivations behind this grim directive.
Thjis's stare didn't waver. "I want you to kill her."
Internally, Sia cursed. "Why me? I mean, if you want her dead so badly, you could have let Raja kill her."
"I want you to do it," Thjis reiterated firmly. "I could have sent any of your brothers, but you're the only one who knows that wolf. The only one who knows where she could be. Furthermore, I doubt any Icelander at the moment is in the right state of mind to take action after losing a loved one."
"I lost someone too!" Sia protested, the pain of his own loss adding to the turmoil in his heart.
"A whore you never appreciated doesn't count," Thjis retorted dismissively. "Now, as I was saying, her presence here has unleashed this carnage. The she-wolf has brought death upon our kind and those who served our kind. Her continued existence threatens our very survival."
"Raja killed those people, not her," Sia argued, desperately searching for a glimmer of mercy.
Thjis's eyes bore into Sia's, a storm of turmoil hidden within their depths. "She is the sole reason that lycan got full control in the first place," Thjis explained. "She had no right to spoil the season for us. Now, instead of enjoying the festivities like we are supposed to, we are outside burying our dead. I could have them brought back to life, but I can't do that with your cousin here."
Sia understood the gravity of the situation but couldn't shake the pain in his heart. "I understand, but she carried my child. Is there no path that leads to mercy?"
Thjis's expression remained steadfast, his verdict final. "The only means to safeguard the Icelands and its secrets is her demise. Once she's dead, bring her body back so that we can be sure."
"We?" Sia inquired, a hint of curiosity creeping into his voice.
"The elders," Thjis clarified. "Thanks to you and that she-wolf, I would have to make a trip to the House of Ruins to explain what happened."
"You don't owe them anything, Father," Sia argued, perhaps seeking a way to lighten the burden placed upon him.
Thjis's voice hardened. "Don't," he snarled. "It's true I don't owe them anything, but I would not risk the wrath of the House because of you. Do not return, if her body is not in a bag."
Sia's pleas fell on deaf ears as his father's determination remained unshaken. "Father…" he began, but was swiftly cut off.
"Call me that one more time, and I'll rip out your tongue," Thjis threatened, his resolve unwavering. "Now, go out there, hunt down that wolf, kill her, and bring her body to me."
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