Novels by Peace

SIERRA'S POV The truce dissolved in an instant, the muddy clearing erupting into a storm of snarls and steel. Alphas from both sides lunged forward, their forms rippling as they shifted into wolves, fur bristling under the relentless rain. I tightened my grip on the blade, the hilt slick in my palm, as the elemental power inside me churned like a storm about to break. Draven's violet eyes locked onto mine one last time before he wheeled his black stallion around, barking orders to his forces. The war had ignited fully now, no more parleys or fragile alliances, just the raw clash of fangs, claws, and wills.Isaak shifted beside me, his dark wolf body coiling with tension, muscles bunching under his wet fur. Rhaedon did the same, his russet form shaking off water droplets as he positioned himself at my flank. The bond between us pulsed, a thread of shared strength that felt both vital and precarious, especially with the child growing inside me. I could sense their protectiveness, a

SIERRA'S POV The scout's words hung in the air like a death knell, their faces pale and urgent. I clutched my abdomen instinctively, the bond thrumming with a mix of protectiveness from Isaak and Rhaedon, and my own rising dread. Outside the tent, the shouts grew louder, a cacophony of snarls and angry voices that shook the canvas walls."How many?" Isaak demanded, already rising, his hand dropping to the dagger at his belt."Hundreds," one scout gasped. "Draven's banner flies high. They're chanting for the triad's end. And... they know about the child. Word spread from the healers' whispers."Rhaedon cursed under his breath, shifting partially, claws extending from his fingertips. "We need to move. Now."Elara gathered her herbs quickly, her eyes flicking to me. "The child is safe for now, but the stress..."I nodded, grabbing my blade as we burst from the tent. The camp was in uproar. Wolves milled about in human and shifted forms, some packing gear frantically, others forming def

SIERRA'S POV The young shifter's blood soaked into the earth, a dark stain spreading under my knees. His chest no longer rose, his eyes stared blankly at the sky, and the bond that had once connected us all now echoed with a hollow void where his presence had been. I reached out, pressing my hand to the wound, but it was futile. The elemental surge inside me twisted like a living thing, mocking my grief with its restless energy.Isaak knelt beside me, his hand on my shoulder, but even through the bond, I felt his hesitation. The battle sounds surrounded us, snarls and clashes of claws on flesh, but our allies' howls carried a new edge, not just fury but uncertainty."We need to pull back," Rhaedon said, his voice rough from the shift. He scanned the lines, where several wolves had paused, their golden and russet forms turning toward us with wary eyes."Pull back?" Isaak snapped, rising to his feet. "The rebels are breaking. We can end this now.""Look at them," Rhaedon countered, ges

SIERRA'S POV The words slammed into me like a physical blow, the bond carrying the shock from Isaak and Rhaedon straight to my core. Draven's revelation hung in the blood soaked air, the clearing silent except for the ragged breaths of the wounded and the distant whimpers of dying wolves. His violet eyes gleamed with manic triumph, blood streaking his face from the torn ear, his body a map of gashes and bruises from our assault.Isaak's fists clenched, claws retracting slightly as he processed the claim. "Lies," he growled, stepping closer, his voice low and dangerous. "You're just a rogue grasping at shadows to save your skin."Rhaedon rose from the ground, wiping blood from his mouth, his chest heaving. "The last triad? That's ancient myth, twisted to justify your rebellion."Draven's laugh echoed again, weaker now but no less chilling. He leaned against a splintered tree trunk, one hand pressed to the deep slice on his thigh where my blade had bitten. "Myth? I've seen the records

SIERRA'S POV Draven's voice echoed off the trees surrounding the clearing, rebels surging forward, their chains rattling, eyes gleaming with savage intent as they closed on Isaak and Rhaedon. My mates stood back to back, breaths ragged, bodies marked by the brutal fight, but their defiance burned bright.Isaak's golden eyes locked on mine one last time, a silent accusation and plea twisting his features. Rhaedon's growl vibrated through the ground, his russet fur bristling as he shifted his weight, ready to lunge at the nearest chain wielder.I couldn't let this happen. The void inside me, that empty space where our bond once thrummed, clawed at my chest. Draven's anti bond power had severed it, leaving me adrift, but I felt the faint echo now, a whisper of what we had built. To break it, I knew from the fragments of lore I'd pieced together in the camp, I had to embrace the pain willingly. Reject the isolation he forced on me and claim our connection back.Draven turned to me, his v

SIERRA'S POV The air thickened with tension, the clash of bodies around us fading into a distant roar. My heart pounded as I met Isaak's gaze, those golden eyes burning with a mix of fury and hurt that sliced deeper than any blade. He shifted then, fur rippling away to reveal his human form, muscles coiled like a spring ready to unleash. Naked and scarred from the fight, he stood tall, fists clenched, his chest heaving with ragged breaths."Sierra," he snarled, voice raw over the din. "What the hell are you doing?"I held my ground, blade still gripped tight, blood trickling down the hilt to stain my fingers. Draven shifted beside me, his massive black wolf form pressing close, a possessive rumble vibrating through the ground. Rebels flanked us, their snarls a wall of sound, eyes locked on the intruders.Rhaedon remained in wolf form, his russet fur matted with blood, hackles raised. He took a step forward, paws digging into the earth, his growl deepening into something feral and hear