Novels by BELLA

The morning fog clung to the peaks like a silver veil, softening the jagged edges of the mountains. I rose before dawn, as I had learned to do, muscles aching but resolve steady. Today was not just another day of drills. Today, Sera had announced, the training would test my instincts in the unpredictable: survival without preparation, strategy without guidance.I moved silently through the forest, senses sharpened to every sound the snapping of twigs, the rustle of leaves, the distant call of birds. Shadows danced between the trees, and I let my instincts guide me, remembering every lesson of endurance, anticipation, and precision. But this time, the exercise was different.A low whistle sounded, a signal. The terrain shifted. Wolves I had never trained with appeared from hidden paths, their movements erratic, chaotic. I was forced to think on the fly, to make decisions in an instant, to choose between offense and defense with no room for hesitation. Each encounter felt like a puzzle,

The mountains had grown familiar beneath my feet, their jagged peaks carving a world where survival was law and weakness meant nothing. I had learned to move like the wind, to anticipate every shift in terrain, every shadow in the trees, every shift in the wind. My body had become a weapon, my mind a sharpened blade, and my spirit unbreakable. And yet, even with all that, there were nights when the bond would pulse with a sharp reminder that I was never truly alone.That night, after another relentless day of drills and combat, I sat by the river, letting the cold water slip over my hands. The moon reflected off the rippling surface, casting silver across the mountains and reminding me that distance and time had not severed the connection to Kael.I clenched my jaw as memories surged. I could see him in the alpha wing, rigid, controlled, unaware of the subtle gnawing emptiness in his chest. The bond throbbed sharply, almost angrily. It was as if it demanded acknowledgment, even if he

The morning air was sharp, biting through the thin cloak I had wrapped around myself. My muscles screamed from yesterday’s relentless drills, and every joint protested as I forced myself upright. But there was no choice. The training horn sounded before the sun had fully risen, its shrill notes slicing through the silence of the mountain plateau. I swallowed the tremor in my chest and stepped forward, my legs trembling, my lungs already burning with shallow breaths.The pack was already moving, their bodies flowing in practiced harmony. Every glance they threw my way felt like judgment, measuring my worth, my ability to survive. They did not nod, they did not smile, they did not even speak. They simply watched, waiting for me to stumble. I forced my head high and squared my shoulders. If they expected me to break under their scrutiny, they would be sorely disappointed. I would endure. I had no choice but to endure.Sera’s cold gaze followed me as I stepped into the line of wolves. She

The morning air cut through my thin cloak like a blade. My muscles protested every movement, screaming from the relentless drilling of the previous day, and my joints ached as if I had been broken and stitched back together in the night. But I forced myself up, biting back the urge to collapse again, and slid my feet over the edge of the rough mat I’d claimed as my bed. The training horn sounded before the sun had fully risen, shrill and commanding, reverberating across the rocky plateau. I swallowed the tremor in my throat, pulling my shoulders back, straightening my spine, and stepped out into the freezing morning.The pack was already assembled, their bodies lined up with the precision of soldiers. My eyes flicked over them quickly. They were bigger, stronger, sharper than anyone I had ever known in Nightfang. Their muscles rippled beneath taut skin as they shifted, warmed up, and glared at me with barely concealed suspicion. I could feel the judgment pressing in, a weight heavier

Morning came without mercy.A horn sounded before the sky even began to lighten, sharp and brutal, ripping me out of an already shallow sleep. My body protested the moment I tried to sit up. Every muscle screamed. My ribs felt like they were wrapped in iron bands.For a brief, shameful moment, I considered not getting up.Just lying there.Letting this place decide I wasn’t worth the effort.Then I remembered the way Kael had looked through me, not at me.I forced myself to my feet.The camp was already alive. Wolves moved with purpose, their expressions focused, their bodies conditioned for war. No one spared me a glance. I was invisible again, just another body that didn’t belong.Sera stood at the center of the training grounds, her posture straight, her gaze sharp.“You’re late,” she said.I glanced around. I was the only one not already in position.“I didn’t know the schedule,” I said quietly.“That’s not an excuse,” she replied. “Survival doesn’t wait for comfort.”The lesson w

I walked until my feet bled.I didn’t know how long I had been moving, hours, maybe days. Time blurred when hunger gnawed at my stomach and fear pressed against my ribs like a second heartbeat. The forest swallowed me whole, its shadows stretching longer as the sun dipped and rose again.Running had been easy.Surviving was not.The bond at my neck burned constantly, not warm, not comforting, just there. A dull, relentless ache that reminded me I wasn’t free. No matter how far I went, Kael was still tethered to me through something I couldn’t cut and didn’t understand.I hated that.I hated that even now, broken and alone, the bond refused to die.By the second night, my body began to fail me.My legs trembled when I walked. My vision swam when I stood too fast. I drank from streams I prayed weren’t poisoned and ate what little I could catch. More than once, I collapsed against a tree, pressing my forehead into the bark and wondering if leaving had been a mistake.But then I remembere