"Where I'm I?" I asked myself as I looked around to see I could see any form of life around me. I began walking back, I tried to retrace my steps and go back to the pack, back to Orion, Elijah and Henry. I was a fool to let Liam's words get to me like that. I have heard of what other packs do wolves without packs, mostly females. The warriors at the pack gate had gotten a whiff of my scent; they howled to inform the others that there was an intruder. I kept running, I was so focused on escaping the fangs of my pursuers, that I failed to pay attention to my environment. I tripped on a rock and fell to the ground, I was terrified. The wolves were already over me, I was about to be killed. I heard another howl. The wolf was outnumbered three to one, but he managed to overpower the other three. I saw an opportunity to run and I did. “What is the problem? we would get killed if we stayed there a bit longer!" "Mate, don't let them kill mate." My wolf cried, I was a bit lost. I clearly know that my mate is Liam despite him rejecting me. As the wolves prepared to attack, we heard someone yell; "Enough!!!" The three wolves stopped dead on their tracks. I turned to see that it was a member of their pack, and it seemed that he was the beta of their pack. "Don't fight him, Never in my life would I have killed one of Orion Blackthorn's sons." The beta said as he transformed into a huge brown wolf. "Now, Liam Blackburn, let's dance." Did I just hear Liam? Why did he come to save me?”
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I looked into his glowing green eyes as I tried to free myself from his grip, but it was all a wasted effort. They were far too strong and bigger than I was. I stopped struggling, then humbling waited for him to let me go. “You win, now please let me go. I need to get back home to finish some important things.” I pleaded if he would eventually let me go. “Important things? What could be more important than serving the future Alpha of the pack? Liam growled as he smirked. Future Alpha? Liam was one of the triplets that would always remind that I was never a part of their family nor part of their pack I knew that there was no reasoning with him, I have lived with the triplets for years now and he was the most arrogant of the three, he was the one that I loved to avoid the most. I had put up with his attitude for years, but today I wanted to avoid him at all costs. At midnight, I would be eighteen and I would connect with my mate. “Liam, let me go. I need to prepare for tonight.” I said as I tried to free myself from his grip but it was all in vain, I felt my anger begin to grow inside me. I wanted to fight back but I was scared that he would go to extreme lengths to deal with me. “What In the world would you want to do in the ball, or do you think that you would find a mate? Ahh tough chance no one would want to be with you.” Liam growled with a smirk on his face. That was the last straw, I felt my wolf rage inside me, my anger had reached its breaking point. I shook my hands from his grip, I slapped him across the face. “I will find my mate, I will be with someone that appreciates me. Regardless of what you think or say about me.” I said with all my rage, I immediately regretted hitting him. Liam’s face and countenance changed, I could feel the bloodlust flowing all around him. This was the actual first time I fought back but I regretted my immediate action. “How dare you hit me! How dare you strike me! I will make sure you pay for that.” Liam grabs me by the neck, choking me. He lifted me from the floor with one hand only, I knew that he was out for revenge, I knew I was done for there was no saving me from his anger. “Liam, put her down now.” A voice howled from across the room, the voice belonged to the one person I didn’t expect to come to my rescue. “What is the meaning of this brother? How can I leave her after she has insulted her Alpha.” Liam growled, still holding me. “Future Alpha, you aren’t an Alpha yet so she did it to defend herself. You pushed her to the limit so she reacted the way anyone would, so let her go.” Elijah ordered with his face and tone unfazed. Liam released me from his grip, he felt defeated but he gave me a promising look to watch my back. He walked away not looking at Elijah, I turned immediately to thank Elijah. “Thank you Elijah, I’m grateful.” I bowed my head down to show my gratitude, this was not the first time Elijah had saved me from his brother’s torments. Elijah turns to me and says “I actually did want what I thought was the right thing to do, I can’t stand around and see wrong being done. I’m not going to be an Alpha that can’t place the right from the wrong.” He was about to walk away, he then stopped and handed me a bag. “My father said I should give you that, the shoes are from me.” Elijah said before walking away. “Thank you.” I whispered, not sure if he could hear me, I held the bag close to my heart. I cherished the gift I received. I turned and quickly dashed to my room. I kept the gift on my bed, I brought them out slowly. I saw a beautiful blue gown, its design was simply heavenly. Attached to the gown was a letter from father himself. It read; My dearest Leila, It only seemed like yesterday that I saw you in ruins of that burnt down village, a poor innocent girl that couldn’t stop crying. Many members of my pack said I should throw you away. I didn’t listen to them because I knew that one day I would look back and be happy that I didn’t. Over the years I have seen you grow from a child to a beautiful young woman. Tonight you turn eighteen and you will get bonded to your mate, many wolves from different packs will be here. No matter who your pack, or where he is from I will accept. You will always be my little moon rock. Love Orion. I closed the letter and looked once at the gown, I absolutely loved it. The last thing inside the bag was the shoe Elijah got me, I took it out of the bag and looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, I adored it. I began dancing around the room, I didn't notice Henry standing there. I quickly stopped, I couldn’t hide my happiness. Henry came in with a smile on his face, he looked at me and said. “Well you’re happy today, it’s nice to see you in that mood.” He smiled as he gave me a necklace, with a beautiful moonstone pendant. My entire heart leapt with joy. “Thank you, I love it Henry.” I said as I gave him a hug, I always felt safe with him and Elijah. But I always wished that Liam wouldn’t always be aggressive with me. Henry broke from the hug, he stepped back a bit and said. “Well I won’t hold you back from getting ready for the ball, I will see you tonight.” There was something about the way he said those words that made my wolf react.Henry’s povThe dawn mist had barely lifted when I slipped from my tent, leather jerkin still warm from the night’s fires. The camp was stirring, Elijah tending his wards at the healing huts, Liam sparring in the yard for practice, Leila gathering herbs for the infirmary. But I could not rest. A part of me still circled Sebastian’s fallen fortress, hunting for echoes of his dark magic.I pulled my cloak tight against the chill and headed east, past the dancing lanterns of the healer’s tents and through the broken rosebushes Leah had planted. My sword lay heavy at my side, but I carried only a satchel of silver dust and warding chalk. Where warriors once searched for power in steel, I sought it in runes and careful words.The forest edge thinned into tangled underbrush as I approached the ruins of Sebastian’s eastern outpost. The shattered gate loomed like a toothless maw, ebony timbers streaked with the green ash Elijah had used to break his first wards. I knelt to pick up a fallen sh
Elijah povDawn settled over Crimson Moon with a pale promise. The mist curled through the pines like ghostly fingers, and the camp lay hushed before the day’s bustle. I wore no helm or armor, only simple leathers, when I crossed the training yard. Young wolves of the pack gathered there, yawning and stretching, weapons and shields beside them. Today, I would lead their lesson.“Line up,” I called, voice firm but gentle. I watched as a dozen boys and girls took positions, their faces a mixture of eagerness and nerves. Many had never held a sword before the war. Now, they believed themselves warriors and I owed them more than mere drills. I owed them hope.I cleared my throat. “Today, we practice defense, how to stand without fear. A shield is more than metal; it’s trust. You trust it to hold, and it trusts you to stand by it.”Their instructor, a veteran named Sariel, nodded behind me. I had learned from him in the battle’s heat, how to weave wards into bandages, how to steady a falte
Liam’s povI woke before the sun did. The camp lay quiet, save for the distant murmur of healers and the low moan of dying embers in hearthfires. My limbs feel heavy, though sleep has passed fitfully, dreams still crawling with steel and shadow.I pulled on damp boots, wrapped my cloak around me, and stepped out into the predawn chill. Every breath came visible, a reminder that I was alive and free. But free didn't mean my mind had stopped racing.The eastern gate gleamed dimly under dying torches. I paused before the aged wooden planks, rolling my shoulders. I’d patrolled these gates countless times, back when the pack still trusted me. Now they trusted me again. But trust was easy to take. Peace wasn’t.I checked the guard posted there, nodded good morning, and continued along the palisade toward the watchtower. The wood underfoot was slick with dew. Here and there, we’d set up simple wards, magical wards Henry had helped weave in protective cords. I pressed my hand against one of t
Leila’s POV The first light of morning filtered through the tall pines, painting the clearing in pale gold. I stood before the half-ruined walls of the old infirmary, rolling up my sleeves and stepping over broken tile and scattered bandages. Around me, Crimson Moon’s healers and builders, mothers and fathers, veterans and trainees, worked side by side, repairing shelves, scrubbing floors, and replacing shattered windows. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t a weapon, nor a prisoner, nor a prize to be claimed. I was here to help rebuild and to heal.I crossed the threshold into the ward, where gurneys and stretchers lined the walls. A faded tapestry of the Moon Goddess still hung where an entire wing had collapsed. With a deep breath, I knelt beside a wounded healer named Arin, whose arm had been broken in the final battle.“Morning, Arin,” I said softly, as he pressed his bound forearm against his side, wincing at the movement.He gave me a tired smile. “Good morning, Luna. I see
Elijah’s POV The night settled over Crimson Moon like a velvet cloak, soft and reassuring. The battle was won, the camp secured, and for the first time in many moons, the air was free of fear. I stoked the fire until the logs glowed, sending sparks dancing into the star-filled sky. Beside me, my brothers Henry and Liam and Leila, settled onto blankets spread in a loose circle. The crackle of the fire was the only sound for a moment, warm and steady, like the heartbeat of the earth. The flames licked the logs, casting shadows on our faces, dancing across the walls of the forest around us. It was late, moon high, stars clear, no threat in sight. For once, we were safe. No blood. No running. No fear.I took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the fire chase away the chill that always lingered after battle. Liam sat close to Leila, he leaned back against a rock, arms crossed, a small grin tugging at his lips, his arm casually draped across her shoulders. She rested her head against his
Leila’s POV The dawn light crept softly over the ridge as I sat alone by the edge of the stream, watching my reflection ripple in the clear water. The hush of early morning felt sacred, as if the world had paused to give me space. My hands hovered above the surface, but I did not touch the water. I was not ready to see my face yet, not when my mind was waking from the long fog of enchantment, the bonds that had held me like chains.I closed my eyes and let the memories come.First, the good. I remembered the day I arrived at Crimson Moon’s gates, frightened and alone and how Henry had knelt to offer me a cloak woven with moonlight, his eyes gentle with kindness. I recalled Elijah’s soft music in the moonlit garden, the way his fingers had lifted my trembling hands to teach me the first notes on a piano. I could still feel Liam’s steady grip when he had caught me as I stumbled in basic drills, his voice firm but caring as he corrected my stance. All those moments of warmth and trust,
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