Chapter 50

The ruins were no longer silent.

They breathed.

Not in the way a living thing did, but in a way that made Riley's pulse thrum with recognition. The stones beneath her feet, the walls rising from the earth like broken ribs, they knew her.

And she knew them.

The air was thick, humming with something ancient, something waiting. The echoes of a kingdom lost, a war unfinished.

And Riley had come to finish it.

The pack stood behind her, watching, waiting not with doubt, not with hesitation, but with readiness.

Because they understood now.

This wasn't just about revenge.

It wasn't just about reclaiming what had been stolen.

This was about rewriting the world.

And they would do it in fire and blood.

She stepped forward, into the heart of the ruins, where the last remnants of her past remained.

Stone pillars loomed around her, cracked and weathered, but standing tall refusing to fall completely.

Much like herself.

Riley lifted her hand, pressing her palm against one of the ancient stones.

A shock of heat rippled through her fingers.

Not pain.

Recognition.

And then

A whisper.

Not in words.

Not in sound.

But in memory.

The ruins were trying to show her something.

Something she had forgotten.

Something they had stolen.

Her breath hitched as her vision blurred

She was there.

Not in ruins.

Not broken.

But whole.

The banners fluttered in the wind, bearing her sigil, a crest she had not yet remembered but felt deep in her bones.

The streets were alive, wolves moving between towering buildings, golden eyes bright, voices rising in laughter, in unity, in power.

This city had been hers.

Not a battlefield.

Not a graveyard.

A kingdom.

And she

She had been its ruler.

A queen.

A warrior.

A leader.

And then she had been betrayed.

The vision twisted, shadows bleeding into the golden light, war crashing through the streets like a storm.

Blood on the stone.

Fire in the sky.

And standing at the center of it

Him.

Caius.

Not as an enemy.

Not yet.

His golden eyes were wild, his blade drenched in something she could not yet remember.

And she

She had been fighting him.

Not because she wanted to.

Because she had to.

The war had been decided long before that moment.

Before she had drawn her sword.

Before she had spoken his name like a curse.

Before he had betrayed her.

And suddenly, Riley understood.

This war

It had never been about winning.

It had been about erasing her.

Erasing this place.

And now

They would all pay for what they had done

The vision shattered, and Riley stumbled back, gasping.

The ruins were ruins again.

The city was gone.

But the fire in her chest?

It was stronger than ever.

Kieran was already beside her, steadying her, his golden eyes sharp with concern.

"What did you see?" he asked.

She clenched her jaw, her fingers still trembling from the weight of the memory.

"My home," she whispered. "Before it fell."

Lena swore under her breath. "You mean before they destroyed it?"

Riley's eyes darkened. "Before they erased it."

The pack tensed.

Because they knew what this meant.

This wasn't just about reclaiming land.

It was about taking back what should have never been stolen.

And this time, they weren't leaving anything behind.

Riley exhaled slowly, letting the heat of her own power settle beneath her skin.

She turned to face them, her army, her wolves, the ones who had followed her through fire and blood.

"We don't wait for them to come to us," she said.

Her voice was steady. Final.

"We hunt them down. We make them pay. We remind them why they feared us in the first place."

Lena grinned. "Now that's a plan I can get behind."

Kieran nodded once. "Where do we start?"

Riley turned back to the ruins.

Her ruins.

Her kingdom.

"Here," she said.

Her green eyes burned.

"We start by rebuilding what they tried to destroy."

The wind howled through the ruins, stirring the ash, and carrying the echoes of a war that had never truly ended.

But Riley wasn't afraid.

She was ready.

Because they had taken everything from her once.

And now?

She was taking it back.

And the world would never forget her again.

The wind howled through the ruins, carrying the scent of stone, fire, and something deeper, something awakening.

This wasn't just a battleground anymore.

This was a beginning.

The beginning of something unstoppable.

Riley stood taller, the fire inside her no longer a whisper of power but a roar, an inferno waiting to be unleashed.

The wolves behind her weren't just a pack anymore.

They were an army.

They were the ones who would fight beside her, who would bleed beside her, who would burn the world down beside her if she asked them to.

And she would.

Because the war was here.

It had never truly ended.

And this time, she was the one who would decide how it ended.

Kieran stepped closer, his golden eyes steady, his body coiled like a wolf ready to strike.

"You really plan to rebuild this place?" he asked, his voice quieter now.

Not doubtful.

Not hesitant.

Just curious.

Riley looked at the ruins again, feeling them in her bones, in her blood.

"I don't plan to," she murmured.

"I will."

And she meant it.

This place had been stolen from her, its name stripped from history, its queen erased.

But history had made a mistake.

She was still here.

And now, she was reclaiming everything.

A kingdom meant to rise again

The wolves moved into the ruins, their eyes scanning the broken stone, the shattered archways, and the remains of what had once been a thriving city.

Somewhere beneath all the ruin, beneath the layers of dust and destruction, this place is still remembered.

It still belonged to her.

She could feel it humming beneath her feet, the whispers of the past curling around her ribs, calling her forward.

It wasn't just about revenge anymore.

It was about legacy.

Lena let out a sharp breath, planting her hands on her hips as she kicked a piece of rubble aside. "So what, we just start stacking bricks and hope for the best?"

Riley huffed a quiet laugh, but her eyes never left the ruins.

"No," she said.

Her voice was calm, certain.

"We build something they can never tear down again."

Lena smirked. "That's the kind of attitude I like."

Kieran's gaze never left Riley, his expression unreadable. "And when will they come for us?"

Not if.

When.

Because they would.

The ones who had erased her.

The ones who had rewritten history.

The ones who still believed they could control the past.

Riley turned to face them all, the wolves who had chosen her, the soldiers who would fight with her.

The pack that had become hers.

"Then we show them," she said.

A slow, wicked grin curled across her lips.

"We show them why they were afraid of me in the first place."

The night stretched long and dark over the ruins, the stars above distant and cold.

But the fire in Riley's chest burned hotter than the sky itself.

She had walked through blood and shadow.

She had been erased.

She had been buried.

And still

She had risen.

Now, she would make sure no one ever forgot her again.

Not the enemy.

Not the ones who still thought they controlled history.

Not the world itself.

Because she was not done.

She was just getting started.

The war had been waiting for her.

And now

She was ready to claim it.

The fire in her veins pulsed with every heartbeat, a slow, steady drum of something ancient, powerful, and unstoppable.

She had spent too long searching for the truth.

Too long questioning who she was, who she had been.

Now, she knew.

She was the mistake they could never correct.

The war they had tried to bury.

The ruler they had tried to erase.

And she was coming for them.

Riley turned back to the ruins, letting her fingers skim over the weathered stone, the once-great walls that had crumbled beneath time and war.

But time was just another lie.

They had tried to make her believe this place was gone, that it was lost to history like she had been.

But she could feel it.

Still beating.

Still waiting.

And she would bring it back.

Not as it was.

As something greater.

Something stronger.

Something that could never be taken from her again.

She could feel the eyes of her pack on her, waiting. Not just for orders, but for purpose.

They had followed her this far.

They had seen the fire that lived in her now, the way the past had shaped her into something more.

She wasn't just their leader anymore.

She was their queen.

Not because she had claimed a throne.

Because she had earned it.

Lena sighed, tapping a dagger against her palm, her sharp grin cutting through the tension. "Alright, sweetheart. So what's the next move? Because I'd really like to stab someone soon."

Riley let out a slow breath, her gaze never leaving the ruins.

"We rebuild," she said simply.

Lena blinked. "Like rebuild? As in, stacking rocks and playing architect?"

Riley turned to her, her green eyes sharp.

"No. As in, we make this place ours again."

Lena tilted her head, intrigued. "And then?"

Riley smiled.

"And then we prepare for war."

A slow murmur rippled through the pack.

Not fear.

Excitement.

Because this wasn't just about revenge anymore.

This was about taking back everything that had been stolen from them.

And burning down anyone who tried to stop them.

Kieran watched her carefully, his golden eyes unreadable, but Riley could see it.

The way his fists clenched.

The way his stance shifted slightly, ready.

"Are you sure?" he asked quietly.

Riley met his gaze.

No hesitation.

No doubt.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

The night stretched out before them, thick with possibility, with danger, with fate.

And Riley?

She welcomed it.

She had spent too long being hunted.

Now, she was the hunter.

She turned to the pack, to the army she was building, to the wolves who had chosen her.

"We don't wait for them to come to us," she said, her voice steady, unshaken.

"We don't play defense. We don't hide in the shadows. We don't let them decide what happens next."

She exhaled, slow and deep, feeling the power of this moment, of this choice.

"We take this war to them."

Lena grinned. "Now you're talking."

Kieran nodded once, final. "Then let's get to work."

As the first light of dawn began to creep over the ruins, Riley didn't feel like a girl lost in someone else's war anymore.

She was at war.

And when the sun rose on this place again

It wouldn't rise on ruins.

It would rise on a kingdom reborn.

And the world would finally understand what it meant to fear Riley Hayes.

The first streaks of dawn bled across the sky, chasing away the last remnants of night. But the darkness had never really been the enemy.

Not for her.

She had been born in it.

Forged by it.

And now, she would use it.

The ruins around her stood still, waiting like soldiers holding their breath before the first strike.

She could feel them, the memories pressed into the very stone beneath her feet, whispering to her, calling her back to a past she had never truly left.

This place was more than broken walls and forgotten history.

It was hers.

And she would make them remember that.

The pack was already moving, their golden eyes sharp, their bodies wound tight with anticipation.

Because they weren't just here to listen anymore.

They were here to act.

To build.

To fight.

Riley watched them for a moment, taking it all in.

How far they had come.

How much they had changed.

How much she had changed.

She had once been nothing more than a girl caught in a war she didn't understand.

Now, she was the one leading it.

And she had no intention of losing.

Lena adjusted the straps on her daggers, glancing at Riley with that sharp, reckless grin of hers. "Alright, fearless leader. What's the first order of business? Are we talking about strategy? Battle plans? Raiding parties? Because I have a long list of people I'd like to stab."

Riley exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of everything settle into her bones.

There was so much to do.

So many wrongs to set right.

So many enemies to destroy.

But before they could take the war to their enemies, before they could tear down the ones who had erased her from history, they needed to reclaim something first.

Their foundation.

Their home.

Their power.

She turned, letting her gaze sweep over the ruins, the crumbling remains of something that had once stood unshakable.

And she would make it unshakable again.

"This city isn't dead," Riley said, voice steady, carrying over the morning wind.

"It was stolen from us. Just like our names. Just like our past. Just like our future."

She turned to the pack, to the ones who had followed her through the fire, through the blood, through the betrayals.

"We take it back. We make it ours again."

The wolves stilled, their eyes gleaming, their breath sharp.

Not questioning.

Not doubting.

But waiting.

Waiting for her to tell them how.

Waiting for her to lead them into the next war.

She lifted her chin.

"We don't just rebuild. We don't just hide behind these walls and hope they don't find us."

Her fingers curled into fists, flames licking at the edges of her palms.

"We dare them to find us."

Kieran's gaze darkened, his golden eyes locked onto hers. "You're making a statement."

Riley nodded.

"Let them know we're here," she said.

"Let them know we remember what they did."

She exhaled, steady, unshaken.

"And let them fear what comes next."

The ruins would stand again.

The wolves would rise again.

And when their enemies came for them

They would burn.

This was no longer about revenge.

It wasn't even about reclaiming the past.

It was about the future.

A future that no one could take from her again.

Riley lifted her hand, fire curling through her fingers, and turned toward the city.

"We start now," she said.

Lena smirked. "Now that's what I like to hear."

Kieran nodded once. "Then let's get to work."

The pack moved as one, stepping forward into the ruins, into the future they were about to carve from the ashes of the past.

And when the dust finally settled

The world would remember her.

And nothing would ever erase her again.