The sword flew past Cassie’s face with a whoosh of heat and steel. It slammed into the Red Claw soldier creeping up behind her, the traitor she hadn’t sensed. The blade struck deep into his chest, throwing him backward with a sickening crunch against the blackened wall. Cassie blinked, stunned. For a second, she thought the sword had been meant for her. But then Lark appeared from the smoke, boots crunching over gravel and ash. He didn’t speak at first. He just reached into the inner lining of his cloak and pulled out a bloodstained scroll. Her name was on it. Cassie’s breath caught in her throat as Lark held it out to her. The wax seal was cracked, both Greyer and Red Claw crests fused on the parchment like a mockery of loyalty. One broken crown. One burning moon. Mark stepped up beside his brother, face grave. “We weren’t sure you’d believe us,” he said softly. “But you need to see it for yourself.” Cassie took the scroll, her gloved fingers trembling. She unrolled i
Sparks lit the sky before the war had done so.A fierce howling of wind moved through the Red Claw pack, heavy with the smell of metal, magic, and smoke.Red flags snapped angrily in the wind, tied up in their own rage as though they could smell blood on the horizon.Torchlight blazed along the ramparts of stone, casting dancing gold upon the blackened stone. The air was thick, not only with heat, but with fear.Red Claw guards crept, wedging chains into heavy iron gates, sharpening blades of obsidian, and anchoring wards across the perimeter.Wolves padded down halls in man and beast form, eyes aglow, ears attuned to the first whisper of invasion.Tallest of them all, Cassie stood on the highest balcony of the war tower, gazing out at the far mountains where Greyer's earth gave way to unknown. Her armor glowed dark red, edged with blue-silver from volcanic cores smoldering like freshly burning flame.Her family crest, a phoenix from ashes scarred upon her chest.The wind pulled on he
Cassie "You shouldn’t have come alone." The voice came from nowhere. It wasn’t loud, but it crawled through the air like smoke. I stopped. The crypt was quiet, the kind of quiet that presses on your chest. Stone walls circled me, marked with strange symbols that pulsed faintly, like they were breathing. Moonlight slipped through the cracks above, spilling down in slivers. But the warmth here wasn’t from the moon. It was from something older. I took a step forward, heart pounding. “Who’s there?” I asked. I noticed the flames flickered from the altar in the center. They grew higher. And then—she appeared. A tall figure stepped from the shadows, cloaked in black. Her face was sharp, eyes glowing like coals, and she moved like she wasn’t really walking—just floating. “You carry my name,” she said. “But not my truth.” Cassara. The name hit like thunder in my chest. I couldn’t speak. She touched the altar, and suddenly the flames changed. They twisted into shapes images. I
CassieSmoke curled from the eastern tower, but it wasn’t fire, at least not yet. Just the scent of iron and oil, soldiers sharpening blades, war drums echoing in practice rather than in blood.Greyer was preparing.And I was expected to lead.As Luna, they looked to me for strength. As the girl who might belong to another pack, they looked to me with questions.I stood before the training ground, eyes tracing every wolf in uniform. Mark stood to my left, Lark to my right, but I felt more alone than ever. The sun cut through gray clouds, illuminating the scarlet sigil on my chest—the Luna crest that no longer felt like mine.“Say something, Cassie.”Mark’s voice cut through the tension, low and tight like a blade on the verge of snapping.I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t.Because what was I supposed to say?That I was terrified? That every breath I took felt like a betrayal of myself, of them, of whatever bloodline had dared to mark me?Instead, I stared past him, then past the trainin
Cassie I thought the garden was supposed to soothe me. Not until I discovered that there was a war brewing in the borders. The Red Claw banner rising on our border was just a bluff. I should’ve known better, fire doesn’t knock. It burns its way in. Mark's voice hadn't even started to subside yet. Lark wouldn't even meet my eyes. And Kael, he didn't move an inch, as if he'd heard something the rest of us hadn't. I was still catching my breath when the Red Claw messenger emerged out of the boundary mist, pulling the banner behind him like a sword. Sunlight hit his silver-threaded cloak just right, casting the Red Claw crest into the dirt like a challenge. He wasn’t loud. His presence was louder enough than any voice could be. The weight of the wolves at his back, the way the air shifted when he stepped forward,it said everything before he opened his mouth. “I’m here for the daughter of fire,” he said, voice low and formal. “The lost Alpha of Red Claw. Cassie.” My name stu
Cassie The gates of Greyer Pack didn’t swing open in welcome, they groaned like they were warning me not to return.I used to walk through these gates like I belonged. Today, they opened like they’d forgotten me.No guards smiled. No wolves bowed. No flowers tossed in honor of their returning Luna. Just cold wind, cold eyes, and colder silence.As if they were aware I didn't belong here or perhaps they knew the truth too. But deep down, it was just my imagination. I was finding it hard to absorb the truth I just learnt.Kael rode beside me, straight-backed, tense. His presence burned like a brand on my skin, and not just because Mark and Lark hated him. No, it was because I hadn’t yet figured out what he truly meant to me. Friend? Guide? Ghost from the past? Or perhaps a real lover?All I knew was this: he didn’t flinch. Not from the stares. Not from the tension. Not even when the twin Alphas appeared.Mark descended the front steps like a storm in motion, his dark eyes locked on min