* Zeina *
I was standing on the balcony of our room, gazing out at the horizon where the golden hues of the setting sun kissed the tops of the distant hills. The sky was painted in a warm blend of orange, pink, and violet, a breathtaking display that would have made my heart flutter under any other circumstance. But tonight, it served as a quiet reminder of the days that had slipped by three long days since my mate, Alpha Robert, left to conquer the enemies threatening our border in the West. He had always been strong, brave, and resilient. I never doubted him for a moment. Deep inside, I could feel our bond stretching but never breaking, a tether that told me he was alive, that he was coming back to me. The guards had informed me earlier that the mission had been successful and they were on their way home. Since then, I had barely moved from my place on the balcony, eyes fixed on the winding road in the distance that led to the Alpha house. It was the farthest point my eyes could reach from here, and I refused to look away, not even for a moment. Behind me, I heard a soft knock followed by a familiar voice. "Your Majesty, are you going to have dinner now?" It was Donna, my faithful servant and closest confidante. Her voice was gentle, though I could tell she already knew what my answer would be. The hour had long passed six o'clock, our usual mealtime, but I had no appetite without Robert by my side. "No, Donna. I'll wait for Robert. He's coming any minute now. I want to have dinner with him, to hear every detail of how he conquered the rogues on the western front," I replied, unable to keep the excitement from my voice. She smiled, her eyes kind and understanding. She knew the bond Robert and I shared went far beyond duty or tradition, it was deeper than anything words could capture. She gave a graceful bow, her loyalty etched into every motion. "Then I'll take my leave for now, Your Majesty, and ensure the dining room is ready for both of you." "That's a good idea, Donna. Thank you," I said warmly. With a final nod, she turned and left the chamber, her footsteps fading softly behind her. I turned my gaze back toward the horizon, and the silence of the room seemed louder than ever. The past three nights had been long and restless. Without Robert by my side, I found it impossible to sleep peacefully. The bed felt too cold, the air too still. It's true what they say, when you love someone with your entire soul, the world feels incomplete in their absence. I thought back to how our story began, an unlikely tale, stitched together by fate. Robert was once a human, a highly respected officer and Chief at the city's central police station. Even back then, he carried himself with authority, strength, and a sharp mind. I admired him long before the supernatural ever touched his life. Everything changed the night he crossed paths with a rogue wolf, one of the many monsters that lurked in the shadows, terrorizing humans. In a twist of fate, he was bitten. My guards were nearby and managed to save him before the rogue could finish what it started. He was brought to me for protection and recovery. At the time, I stood as the sole leader of the West, the Alpha of our pack. It was a responsibility I carried with pride, but also with loneliness. I made the decision to guide Robert through the transformation, to teach him the ways of our kind. He struggled at first, he didn't even know how to hunt or control his newfound power. But there was something charming about those early days. We laughed, we fought, we grew closer. I didn't realize I was falling for him until it was too late to pull away. My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden clamor outside. My heart skipped a beat as the heavy metal gates of the Alpha house began to creak open. The guards moved with purpose, pulling them wide, and two vehicles rolled into view. My breath caught in my throat. One of them was a familiar Ford truck, Robert's. I didn't wait. A smile broke across my face as I turned from the balcony, practically sprinting toward the stairs. My dress flowed behind me as I made my way down, each step faster than the last, until I reached the entrance of the house. And there he was, standing tall and proud at the threshold, a grin of victory lighting up his handsome face. His arms opened wide as I rushed toward him. "Oh, honey! Welcome back!" I called out, my voice thick with emotion. "Come here, hon. I've missed you so much!" he replied, his arms beckoning me in. I didn't hesitate. I leapt into his embrace, wrapping my arms tightly around him. He held me with a strength that was both powerful and gentle, and I could feel the eyes of the returning warriors behind him. But I didn't care. Let them watch. They'd seen us like this many times before. "How was the fight? Were you hurt? I'm so relieved you all came back safe. How many enemies did you face?" Robert chuckled, kissing my temple before setting me down gently. "There were more than we expected, but you know me, I'm not Alpha for nothing. Although, the rogue leader wasn't there. Most were too afraid to stand their ground. A few surrendered. We brought back some prisoners, the rest chose death over capture." "The rogue leader?" I said with intrigue. "Yes, I went there thinking to finally fight him. Cerberus, as what the rogues call him. But I think he was a coward!" It's the first time I am hearing the rogue leader's name and I felt afraid for my mate. Rogues are our mortal enemies. He shook his head, still smiling. "Don't worry about it, my love. His time will come. For now, I need a real shower and a proper meal. And more than anything, I just want to be with you tonight." He winked before heading upstairs. I watched him go, heart full and eyes gleaming. I turned to the warriors and nodded, giving them permission to rest. Then I approached Beta Aldin. "How was it, Beta Aldin?" I asked curiously. He smiled, but there was something behind his eyes, something unreadable. "It went well, Luna Zeina. Just like Alpha Robert said. The fight ended quicker than we had anticipated, and not a single warrior was injured." I studied him for a moment, wondering if he ever felt the same sense of purpose when I was the one leading. He had always been loyal, always dependable. But something about him felt different tonight. "Still haven't found your mate, Aldin?" I asked with a teasing tone. He laughed. "No, Luna. I've come to realize that finding a mate doesn't mean everything. I have a girlfriend, she's not my mate, but she's someone I care about. That's enough for now." I laughed at his honesty. "Well, enjoy your freedom while you can. Once you find your true mate, there's no going back. Remember when you used to say no wolf would dare woo me because I was both a Princess and an Alpha?" He nodded, smiling. "And now look at me," I continued. "I'm just the Luna. I gave Robert the Alpha title because I trust him, and because I love him more than power or pride. When your time comes, you'll understand." A mysterious smirk curved on his lips. "We'll see, Luna Zeina. For now, I'll take my leave. Rest well." He bowed respectfully before walking away. I turned toward the dining hall, where the long table had already been beautifully set. Candlelight danced across the plates and crystal glasses, casting a warm glow throughout the room. Donna approached, her expression pleased. "I'm happy Alpha Robert is back, Your Majesty." "Thank you, Donna," I said, smoothing my dress as I took my seat. "And thank you for preparing everything. You can rest now, I'll wait for him here." She bowed and quietly left, followed by the other servants. I sat in peaceful silence, the warmth of the room and the joy in my heart enough to finally make this house feel like home again. Robert was back. And tonight, everything felt right again.* Cerberus *The second she vanished, I felt the bond behind me weaken, Zeina. She sustained injuries from their fight. I wanted to stay. But I couldn't stop. Not yet.The moment I laid her gently into Beta Kael's waiting arms, locking eyes with my second-in-command, I spoke only a few words."I have to find her and make her pay!"Then I turned and ran.Through ash, blood, and smoke, I tore across the ruined field, past twisted corpses and cracked stone, following the fading stench of rot and magic. Celine's magic. It stained the air like decay, a vile perfume of madness and void.I pushed harder, faster, my body shifting mid-stride, fur exploding from my skin as I crashed through the dying forest at the battlefield's edge. Trees parted before me, some splitting in half under the force of my speed. My paws burned against the ground, claws carving into the soil as I chased the echo of her presence.She won't escape again.Not after what she did to Zeina. To our wolves. To me.The mount
* Zeina *The Western Front. Moments Before the Storm. The world was fire and fang.I stood on the blood-soaked earth of the battleground, wind slicing through my fur like knives. My wolf form towered above the fallen, silver fur matted with blood, some of it theirs, more of it mine. The moon, high and indifferent, watched from behind black clouds as if even it feared what was to come.Across from me, Celine.She was no longer the woman I had once remembered as weak in the dungeons of the Alpha King. Not even the woman I'd known in the West with Robert. She was a creature now, cloaked in robes spun from shadow, her wolf mutated, longer, leaner, glowing with the same dark red magic that pulsed like veins of poison beneath her black pelt. Her eyes no longer blinked. They glared, glassy and possessed.Wolves of her twisted army circled the field like vultures, their empty sockets leaking smoke, undead enchantments crawling up their limbs. Behind me, Beta Aldin limped into a defensive sta
* Cerberus *The wind howled like a beast in pain.Snow battered my shoulders as I pressed deeper into the mountain pass, my body screaming with every step. Ice cracked beneath my boots. My lungs burned, not just from the cold, but from the toll this cursed journey had taken. The magic here was raw, untamed, each step farther from the packlands, each heartbeat without my wolf, frayed the line between man and madness.One of the feral shadowbeasts that stalked the Hollow. It had lunged at me from a fissure in the mountain hours ago, fast, silent, driven by the same ancient rage that haunted this place. I'd killed it, but not cleanly. My magic pulsed erratically, the witchmark beneath my collarbone burning hotter each day. My wolf remained silent. Dormant.And yet it wasn't the silence of my wolf that worried me most. It was hers.Princess Zeina.The tether between us, a golden pulse that used to echo gently at the back of my mind, had dimmed.I reached inward, eyes closing against the
* Zeina *I woke with his name on my lips."Cerberus..."The warmth of the dream still clung to me, thick as velvet, his hands, his voice, that golden tether between us pulsing with desperate promise.But the moment I opened my eyes, I knew peace had already fled the room.My chamber door was ajar.Heavy boots echoed down the corridor, muffled voices carrying an edge I recognized too well, urgency. Trouble. A storm waking.By the time I sat up, Beta Kael was already standing at the threshold. His usually unreadable expression was cracked with concern, and behind him, a royal courier bowed low, visibly shaking."What is it?" I asked, rising to my feet in one smooth motion.Beta Kael stepped forward. "Your brother. The Alpha King. He sent word from the capital. It's urgent."My stomach clenched. "Speak."Kael's jaw tightened. "Celine has escaped."The room tilted slightly. The name hit like a blade."What?""She was in solitary confinement under enchanted wards, but when word of Robert'
* Zeina *The wind howled low across the Western Fortress, slipping through stone walls and catching in the high towers like a breath withheld. Snow swirled through the courtyard, fine as powdered silver, settling across the training grounds I refused to abandon. Each flake melted the moment it touched my skin, steaming against the fire that simmered just beneath the surface.I stood barefoot in the snow, the cold biting at my toes, grounding me in the moment. Around me, my warriors moved like shadows, barking commands, panting with effort.Every strike I made was too sharp. Every movement, too precise. Rage had become my rhythm. Discipline, my disguise. I moved like a leader, but felt like a ghost.When I turned abruptly, halfway through a form I could do blindfolded, my eyes locked on the horizon.East. Toward Mount Hollow. Cerberus.I couldn't see him. Couldn't smell him. Couldn't hear his voice, rough and steady and defiant. But something inside me shifted. A string pulled taut de
* Cerberus *The path up Mount Hollow was cruel.Not in the way battle was cruel, with blood and fire and the sharp taste of steel in your mouth, but in the way old things are cruel. The mountain didn't care that I had fought for her. That I had bled for her. That I had burned myself hollow just to keep her free.The mountain demanded more.Every stone I stepped on felt like a judgment. Every gust of wind carried whispers that might have once been words, or curses. I stumbled once, knees buckling on loose shale, catching myself with a hand skinned raw days ago. Dirus didn't slow. The bastard barely turned his head. His voice drifted back through the cold like smoke winding through a dying fire."You won't survive this climb on rage alone."I bared my teeth and dragged myself upright, my breaths coming ragged and sharp. "I've survived worse.""Not like this, boy." His staff struck the ground once, echoing in the thin air. "Not without your wolf."That hit harder than the cold.The sile