Novels by Debbiewithatwist

Morning arrived gently, wrapped in soft sunlight that spilled through the bedroom windows. Selene woke before Orion. For a long moment, she simply lay still, listening. No pounding footsteps racing through the corridors. No horns calling soldiers to the walls. Only birds singing somewhere beyond the balcony and the quiet, steady breathing of the man beside her. She turned her head toward the small cradle near the window. Camille was still asleep.One tiny fist rested beneath her cheek while loose curls framed her peaceful face. She looked exactly as she always had. Perfectly beautiful. Selene smiled despite herself. Then her thoughts drifted back to the previous night. The silver sparks. She had replayed the moment countless times before finally falling asleep. Had she imagined them? Exhaustion could play strange tricks on the mind. Couldn't it?As though sensing her mother's gaze, Camille stirred softly in her sleep. Tiny fingers stretched upward before finding Selene's waiting hand

Morning settled gently over the palace as the kingdom slowly rebuilt. Hammers rang through the courtyards, servants cleared away the last traces of ash, and fresh flowers replaced those crushed during the siege. Everywhere Orion looked, scars remained—but so did life.He stood beside the tall window of his strategy room, arms folded across his chest as he watched workers rebuilding the western gate. Only a few days had passed since Ashkar's defeat. The wounds across his body were healing well, though the deeper cuts still pulled whenever he moved too quickly. His side remained tightly bandaged beneath his tunic, a reminder that even victory left its mark.A knock sounded at the door."Come in."A young attendant entered, balancing what looked like an impossible stack of scrolls."My Alpha... these require your review."Orion frowned."...All of them?""Yes, my Alpha." The poor attendant looked almost apologetic as he carefully deposited the mount

Morning arrived so quietly that, for the first time in many months, Orion did not wake to the sound of pounding footsteps outside his chamber. No urgency. No messenger waiting beyond the door. Only birdsong drifting through the open windows, carried on a cool spring breeze scented with damp earth and blooming flowers.His eyes opened instinctively. Before he was fully awake, his hand reached toward the empty space beside the bed where his sword usually rested. His fingers brushed polished wood instead. He blinked. The weapon wasn't there. For a brief, confusing moment, his heart lurched. Then memory returned. Ashkar was gone. The war was over.A quiet laugh escaped him before he could stop it. Beside him, Selene stirred beneath the blankets. She opened one sleepy eye."What?"Orion smiled, almost sheepishly."I'd forgotten what silence sounded like."She watched him for a moment before smiling herself. "I don't think you did.""No?""I think you just forgot it could be peaceful."He c

Silence settled over the battlefield with a strange, unfamiliar weight. After hours of clashing steel, collapsing stone, and desperate cries, the quiet felt almost unreal. Smoke drifted lazily through the shattered courtyard, carrying the bitter scent of ash and blood. Broken weapons lay scattered across the ground beside those who would never wield them again. Somewhere in the distance, someone wept quietly. A sword slipped from numb fingers and struck the stone with a hollow clang. One warrior slowly lowered his weapon. Then another. No one spoke. No one seemed to know how.After surviving so much noise, silence had become the more frightening sound. Orion stood motionless in the middle of the ruined courtyard.Ashkar's body lay only a few paces away, still and lifeless beneath the first pale hints of dawn. Around them, the remaining enemy wolves either surrendered quietly or disappeared into the forest beyond the broken western gate. His wolf slowly retreated beneath his skin. The

The battlefield seemed to stop for one impossible heartbeat. Ashkar's final words lingered in the smoke-filled air.She belongs to blood far older than yours.Fire crackled. Steel rang somewhere in the distance. But for a moment, Orion heard none of it. Only those words. Only the threat hidden beneath them. Ashkar stood several paces away, dark blade resting loosely at his side, watching him with an annoyingly calm expression. Then Orion spoke."Enough is enough." It landed harder than a roar. He was done listening. Done allowing this monster to speak about his daughter as though she belonged to anyone else.His wolf surged beneath his skin. Every instinct sharpened. Every protective urge burned hotter than the fires surrounding them.Ashkar smiled, then moved.The attack came so quickly several nearby warriors never even saw it begin. Black steel flashed. Orion met it head-on. The impact exploded through his arms.Ashkar was ruthless, stronger than anyone he had ever faced. Because

The battlefield had become a living nightmare. Fire clawed at the night sky, painting the palace walls in violent shades of crimson and gold. Smoke rolled through the courtyards in choking waves while wolves crashed into one another beneath a moon half-hidden by drifting ash. Steel screamed against steel. Men shouted. Magic crackled through the air. Somewhere, stone gave way with a thunderous roar. The siege had become war."Hold the line!"Orion's command cut cleanly across the battlefield.His massive wolf surged through the smoke like a force of nature, rich brown fur streaked with molten gold beneath the firelight. His jaws closed around an enemy's shoulder before he twisted, sending the attacker sprawling into another wolf. He landed, pivoted, and drove forward again without hesitation.Where Orion fought... the line held. Every warrior who saw him found fresh strength."Don't let them through!"The defenders answered with renewed fury. To Orion's left, Eli and Riven stood should