Novels by Brissie Blake

Sunrise bled across the training grounds, painting the splintered wood of practice dummies in hues of orange and blood. I sought him there.Damon stood facing the dawn, but his stillness wasn't peaceful; it was the loaded quiet before a storm breaks. He turned as my footsteps crunched on the gravel, his dark eyes immediately finding mine, sharp and challenging."You sought me out."His voice was low, rough from the previous day's declarations and defiance. There was no trace of the pleading vulnerability from before, replaced by a hard edge."We needed to speak."I replied, stopping several feet away, deliberately maintaining distance. My own Alpha presence settled around me, calm but firm."Your… performance… in the Great Hall yesterday requires clarification."A humorless smirk touched his lips."My performance? I stated a truth. I claimed what is mine by right of the Goddess.""Did you? Or did you try to chain me with a public declaration, hoping to force my hand?"I countered, ste

"...and we will rebuild, stronger than before!" Alpha Marcus's voice strained, echoing slightly in the tense silence of the Great Hall. He gripped the edge of the dais, knuckles white. Beside him, Beta Elara shot me a sharp, warning glance from the corner of her eye. Stay still. Don't draw attention.Too late for that. Every wolf in the hall knew the score, more or less. The whispers hadn't stopped since the battle. Now, their gazes flickered between me, standing stiffly near the edge of the platform, and the powerful Alpha leaning against a far pillar.Damon. His dark eyes weren't on Marcus; they were locked on me, intense and calculating. He'd shifted tactics since our last clash. The raw frustration was banked, replaced by a chilling strategic focus. It felt like being stalked.Marcus, desperate to regain control, puffed out his chest. "We prevail thanks to the courage within this pack! Thanks to Silver Crescent's own," his gaze flickered possessively towards me, "Seraphina, whose

I ran a critical hand over the newly repaired stonework near the main gate, testing the mortar. Two younger warriors stood nearby, awaiting instructions. Further down, Torvin was part of a crew resetting heavy timber supports. He kept shooting nervous glances my way."Torvin," I called out, my voice carrying easily over the sounds of work.He jumped, fumbling the rope he held. "Y-yes, Alpha-Seraphina?""Those lashings," I pointed towards the top support beam. "They look loose from here. Check them again. Properly this time."He scrambled up the rough scaffolding, his movements jerky with fear, nearly dropping his mallet. He fumbled with the ropes, his hands shaking visibly.A low chuckle sounded behind me. Damon. He leaned against the gate archway, arms crossed, watching Torvin's clumsy efforts with unconcealed amusement mixed with something colder."Fear can be motivating," Damon observed quietly, his gaze flicking from Torvin back to me. "But it rarely leads to quality work."I igno

The air in the makeshift council room remained thick with tension, but the focus had shifted. Spread across the table wasn't just a map, but specific architectural drawings of the damaged outer wall section – the very breach point near where I’d fought, where I’d shifted. Alpha Marcus traced a line with a worried finger."Reinforcing it quickly is paramount. But our timber stores are low after the attack, and the quarry work is slow."Damon leaned forward, instantly taking charge, his Alpha presence filling the room. "My warriors can secure the breach temporarily. Stone River technique uses interlocking shields and reinforced bracing. Faster, more secure than a hasty timber patch." He glanced briefly at Marcus, then his gaze settled on me, assessing. "We can have it fortified by nightfall."His offer sounded logical, efficient. But it was also an assertion of dominance, a solution that bypassed Silver Crescent resources and expertise, implying they weren't capable. It placed his wolve

Dust motes danced in the shafts of afternoon light slanting through a cracked window arch. The corridor still smelled faintly of blood and fear, overlaid now with damp stone and cleaning herbs.I stood near the shattered entrance to the kitchens, directing two younger pack members clearing debris. My flank throbbed beneath its bandage, a dull counterpoint to the sharp clarity flooding my senses."Careful with that beam," I ordered, my voice sharper, carrying more easily than it ever had before. "Check if it's stable before moving anything else."The two wolves jumped, nodding quickly. "Yes, Alpha-Seraphina." The title still felt strange on their tongues, awkward but respectful.A heavy presence approached from behind, the familiar scent of pine and storm cutting through the dust. Damon. He stopped just beside me, his gaze sweeping over the damage before landing on the bandage visible beneath the tear in my borrowed tunic."You should be resting," he stated, his voice rough. He looked

The immediate flurry of snarls and desperate yelps died down. Silence descended, thick and heavy, broken only by the ragged panting of wolves and the distant sounds of continued fighting elsewhere in the compound. The corridor air hung thick with the coppery tang of blood and the lingering stench of rogue fear.Pack members, shifting back to two legs or still on four paws, stared. Not at the injured, not at the dead rogues littering the stone floor.They stared at me.My silver fur, matted in places with dark blood, seemed to absorb the dim light. Power still thrummed beneath my skin, a wild, intoxicating current I was only just beginning to comprehend. My wolf body felt… right. More real than the human form I’d inhabited for years.Whispers broke the silence."By the Moon..." Torvin breathed, his earlier arrogance completely gone, replaced by wide-eyed disbelief and maybe fear. He stood half-shifted, frozen mid-transformation.Beta Elara, her face pale but composed, took an involunta