In the heart of the mysterious Lamenta Forest, the Keibster pack reigns supreme. These shadow wolves feed on human souls, strengthening their ancient power. Alma, the designated heir, must prove her worth by infiltrating the human world and bringing souls back to her pack. But upon her arrival among them, she feels an inexplicable unease. Her destiny changes when she meets Ezra, a kind-hearted young human who awakens emotions in her she doesn't understand. Throughout her mission, Alma discovers a truth the Ancients have kept from her all her life: she is neither fully wolf nor fully human, but the product of a forbidden union. As her destined Alpha, Kaelen, refuses to see her falter and launches a hunt to bring her back by force, Alma faces a heartbreaking choice. Should she embrace the dark side of her heritage or fight for her freedom and her love for Ezra? In this quest for identity, the secrets of the pack could be revealed, forever changing the balance between Keibsters and humans. A tale of mystery, passion, and inner struggle, where Alma's forbidden love might just be the key to liberation... or the destruction of everything she knows.
view moreAlma stood there in her new guise, still slightly unnerved by this unexpected transformation. Completely naked, she stumbled before getting back up. Without her fur, she was very cold.She looked like a bewitchingly beautiful young woman, with a slender figure and fluid movements that retained something of the animal agility from which she was descended. Her hair was a deep brown with golden highlights, gently wavy, falling over her shoulders with natural elegance. Her eyes, a piercing blue, seemed to capture every nuance of light, shining with an indomitable intensity.Her skin was soft, lightly tanned, as if she had absorbed the moonlight during all her years in wolf form. Her features were harmonious, marked by a subtle strength that contrasted with the apparent softness of her gaze.Kaelen, already transformed into a man, observed her for a long time, his gaze scanning every detail of her appearance.He finally pulled himself together and said, in a slightly hoarse voice:“You're
Shadow PlotsAlma and Sylvara walked side by side, their breaths even after the intense conversation by the river. Far from the shouts and tensions of the pack, they had granted themselves a moment of calm, a respite before the storm that awaited them.But elsewhere, far beyond the den, in a clearing hidden beneath the roots of a massive oak, another council had gathered.Kaelen stood straight, his dark fur almost blending into the shadows of the gathering. Beside him, two sharp-eyed elders, Oryas, with a grizzled muzzle, and Vekar, with an old scar in his eye, stared gravely at the horizon.Oryas was the first to speak, his voice filled with a sharp severity.“This wolf doesn't deserve the throne. She hesitates, she doubts... she will never be worthy of leading the Keibsters.”Vekar nodded slowly, his tone calmer but just as relentless.“If she takes over as leader of the pack, she'll weaken us. We can't let that happen.”Kaelen listened intently, each word reinforcing his own certa
Alma stood before the pack, her gaze burning with determination. She knew she was risking a lot by speaking like that, but she could no longer remain silent.“Do you have to be cruel to earn respect?” she said aloud, making a few young wolves shudder.Her heart was pounding, but she didn't hesitate.“Humans are not enemies. They have their own lives, their own families. Why must we hunt them down for no reason other than tradition?”A heavy silence fell over the assembly. The elders exchanged dark glances, smelling the scent of defiance in the air.Then, suddenly, Ramba stepped forward and shoved her aside with a sudden movement.“Enough!” he thundered, his gaze filled with cold anger.Alma staggered but remained standing, feeling the hardness of the ground beneath her paws.The elders were quick to react.“Abomination!” one of them yelled. “This weakness cannot be tolerated!” “She dishonors the pack!”Kaelen, who had remained silent until then, took a step forward, panting. He st
Alma walked deeper into the forest, leaving behind the den and the burning gazes of the pack. Each step took her further from what was expected of her, each breath felt deeper, freer. Here, in the heart of the silent nature, she could finally breathe without feeling the weight of expectations crushed on her shoulders.She didn't know exactly why she was running away that morning, but she knew one thing: she didn't want to hear the orders, the lessons, the constant reminders that she had to be strong, dignified, ruthless.She settled down beneath a gnarled oak tree, gazing up at the sky filtered through the thick leaves. In that suspended moment, a haunting thought came back to her.Why had she always felt this emptiness inside her? Why did her father dodge her questions about her mother?As if this truth, this secret, was what defined her much more than her Luna heritage.Meanwhile, at the other end of the forest, Ramba roamed the young wolf training areas. He watched wordlessly as th
Day was slowly breaking over the Lamenta Forest, painting the sky in purple and gold hues. The morning mist clung to the gnarled trunks, muffling sounds and making the atmosphere almost surreal.In the still-present shadow of the den, Alma sat, staring into space. She hadn't slept. How could she? Her future had just been decided without her, as always.A soft movement behind her broke the silence. She didn't need to turn around to know who was there: Sylvara.The old she-wolf, majestic despite the age that marked her silver fur, approached slowly. Her pale blue gaze, filled with infinite wisdom, rested on Alma, and in her eyes, there was neither judgment nor reproach.Without a word, Sylvara sat down beside her. A silence fell, but it wasn't a heavy silence. It was a suspended moment, a breath before the inevitable.Then, finally, her voice rang out, steady and calm.“You heard the council's decision.”Alma didn't respond immediately. Her claws scraped gently against the earth, and he
Full moon dominated the night, bathing the forest in a spectral glow. The wind blew gently through the gnarled branches, carrying with it inaudible whispers, as if the earth itself were holding its breath.At the heart of the sacred lair, where generations of Keibsters had succeeded one another, the elders had gathered. The circle was formed, their silhouettes motionless, imposing, each marked by the weight of centuries. Their fur bore the scars of their reign, their pale eyes reflected an often cruel wisdom.At the center, Ramba, the Alpha, stood on his leadership rock, towering over the assembly. His dark coat contrasted with the moonlight, his imposing presence inspiring respect, but also defiance.One of the older wolves, with a gray-marked muzzle and a deep voice, broke the silence.“Your daughter is not worthy to lead us. Her heart is weak. She doubts, she hesitates, and she questions what makes us strong.”Others nodded slowly, their gazes falling on Ramba like a warning. This
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