LUCIENValenwood.For years, it had been a ghost of a memory, a place buried beneath layers of magic and secrecy. A sanctuary hidden from the world, impenetrable to those who did not know its paths. But I knew them. Every trail, every clearing, every hidden passageway that the elders thought would keep their precious haven safe.They underestimated me.Even now, as the protective enchantments wove their illusions to obscure the pack’s presence, I walked through the forest with certainty. The scent of the land, the familiar rustling of the trees—it all remained the same. The magic tried to confuse, to shift the terrain and lead me astray, but I was Valenwood’s son once. It could not deceive me.And I had a reason to return.Celeste.Her name alone brought an ache to my chest, a reminder of something I had lost long before I even realized it was mine to claim. My mate. The one destined to stand by my side, to tether my soul in a way no other ever could. And I had left her.When I first
CELESTEI never intended for it to go this far.When I first reunited with Lucien, I thought fate was giving me a second chance at something I didn’t know I wanted—a mate. The bond, undeniable and powerful, wrapped around my heart like ivy around a tree, slow and steady until it was too tight to break free. I tried to deny it. Goddess knows, I did.Lucien was dangerous. I knew what he did. I knew what he became. But I also knew who he was before the darkness took hold of him. I had seen glimpses of that man in the quiet moments—when he looked at me with regret in his eyes, when he touched my hand as though he didn’t deserve to. That man still existed… somewhere deep within him.At least, that’s what I told myself.I didn’t know about the black crystal. I swear it. When I agreed to spy on Valenwood on Lucien’s behalf, I thought I was doing it to protect my people. To keep the remaining members of the pack alive. To make sure that if Lucien ever did go too far, I’d be there to stop him.
CELESTEThe moment Lucien’s fingers left my shoulder and we stepped back into the shadows, the mask I wore crumbled. Not the physical one—I still bore the cold, unreadable expression I’d learned to maintain—but the one inside. The one that tried to convince me I could live with this. With him. With betrayal.But I wasn’t here to serve Lucien.I was here to save him… or at least, what was left of him.And to uncover everything I could before it was too late.I slipped into the winding halls of the old stone fortress Lucien now called home. A corrupted stronghold deep within the Blackvale Mountains, where twisted magic lingered in the very air. The walls whispered secrets at night—literally. Sometimes I could hear the moans of spirits, and sometimes… screams.The scent of blood and dark magic clung to the stones like rot.But I kept moving.‘You shouldn’t have come back with him,’ my wolf grumbled from within me, her voice a growl in my mind. Her name, Bialyx, had come to me during one
TOBIASThe scent of pine and fresh earth filled the morning air as I walked the worn path toward the Valenwood Pack House. Birds chirped in the trees, and the wind rustled softly through the leaves—but none of it settled the weight pressing down on my chest.Preparations were going well. Our warriors were training harder than ever, our scouts remained vigilant, and the alliance between Grimhowl and Valenwood had never been stronger. Yet… something didn’t feel right.I couldn't shake the gnawing sensation in my gut, the whisper of something just beyond my reach. Call it instinct. Call it age. But I’d led long enough to know—peace before war always felt wrong.I tightened my grip on the leather scroll in my hand, containing the final defensive formations we planned to implement before the full moon. Lira and Caius’s bond had given the wolves a renewed purpose, a spark of hope. But hope without caution was dangerous.I was nearing the side garden near the eastern wing of the Pack House w
TOBIASI couldn’t shake the feeling that something was lurking beneath the surface, something I wasn’t seeing yet. The conversation I’d overheard between Morgana and Elder Aldric had plagued my mind for days. Their words echoed in my thoughts, replaying over and over. It felt like a warning—one I couldn’t ignore. But for all my suspicions, nothing concrete had emerged. The days had passed uneventfully, with no new signs or unsettling behavior from either Morgana or Aldric.I kept my distance, observing them more closely, my senses on high alert, but nothing felt out of place. Morgana carried on with her work, attending to the magical barriers and spells that protected the pack. Elder Aldric continued his duties, offering counsel as he always had. There were no slip-ups, no strange behavior. They seemed as normal as they ever were, and yet, the unease in my chest refused to fade.The tension between us lingered, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was chasing shadows. Maybe it was just
MORGANAThe silence in the war room was suffocating. All eyes were on me—some filled with confusion, others with suspicion or dread. Tobias’s gaze, in particular, pierced through me, demanding answers I had kept hidden for far too long.I had carried this secret for two centuries, buried beneath layers of guilt, loss, and fear. But it was time. They deserved the truth.I drew in a breath and stepped forward, facing the council, Caius, Tobias, and the others with the calm of someone who had already lived through the worst.“Two hundred years ago,” I began, my voice steady but distant, “I was mated to a man named Xander Vexmoor.”Gasps echoed in the chamber, but it was Caius’s face I watched most closely. His eyes narrowed, confusion crossing his features.“Vexmoor?” he repeated. “My grandfather mentioned that name once. He had an uncle—Xander—who vanished. Presumed dead.”I gave him a solemn nod. “That’s him. Your great uncle. He didn’t die… not exactly.”The weight of the past pressed
LIRAThe silence after Morgana’s story was suffocating. I could feel the heaviness of everyone’s thoughts pressing into the air like a storm that hadn’t yet broken. No one moved. No one breathed too loudly. We were all trying to piece together a puzzle we didn’t even know existed until tonight.But something didn’t sit right.I studied Morgana closely. She looked drained, pale, her shoulders hunched forward like she carried the weight of centuries. But her eyes… they darted—first to Caius, then to Elder Aldric. And I saw it then. The unspoken words. The way her mouth tightened just slightly, the way Aldric avoided looking at anyone.There was more.“There’s something else,” I said, breaking the silence.Everyone turned toward me.Morgana’s head lifted slightly, eyes narrowing.“You’re still holding back,” I pressed, standing. “I can feel it. And if we want to stop Malakar this time, we can’t afford secrets. Whatever you’re not telling us… we need to know it. All of it.”Morgana’s lips
MORGANAThe room grew quiet after the others left, their footsteps fading into the distance like echoes of a life I could never return to.Only three remained—Caius, Lira, and Aldric—and though their eyes were patient, I could feel the weight of the storm I was about to release. My fingers curled into my robe. I had buried this truth so deep that even I began to believe the lie we created. But lies rot beneath the surface, and now… it was time.“There’s something else,” I said softly, turning toward the hearth though I no longer felt its warmth. “Something only a few souls in this world have ever known.”Caius straightened in his chair, his gaze steady. Lira didn’t speak, but I could sense her heart beating faster—an instinctive tension. And Aldric… Aldric was already frowning, as if he’d sensed the ghosts creeping in.I drew a slow breath and let the memories unfold.“The one dearest to me that Malakar killed… wasn’t just a friend. Wasn’t a sister. She was my daughter.”The room stil
CAUISThe clearing outside the main packhouse was quiet that morning. Not the kind of silence that came with peace—but the kind that settled in after something sacred had been broken.They all knew.Word of the ritual had spread before the sun had even risen. Whispers carried through the pack like wind through tall grass, brushing against every soul with reverence and sorrow.The Alpha had sealed his wolf.I stood at the edge of the training grounds, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the horizon. The sky was a pale silver streaked with soft gold. Birds chirped faintly in the distance. The world moved on like it didn’t feel the hole inside me.But they did.I could feel them—every pack member who passed me today. Their eyes held something different now. Not pity. Not fear. But something closer to awe. A deep, collective ache, mirrored by quiet loyalty. Even without saying it, they knew what it cost me.“Alpha,” someone murmured as they passed. Heads dipped lower than usual. Bows lingered a l
LIRAThe morning light filtered through the high windows of the Alpha’s quarters, soft and golden, wrapping everything in a delicate hush. The kind of light that promised a new beginning—but carried the shadows of the night before.Caius lay beside me, his arm draped loosely across his middle, eyes fixed on the ceiling. He wasn’t asleep.He hadn’t slept at all.Neither had I.Though his body was still, his mind stirred like a storm behind his eyes. The pain he carried wasn’t just physical. It hummed through our bond like a low, distant thunder, muted yet unrelenting. He hadn’t spoken since the ritual. Not really. Just soft words to reassure me when I’d tried to ease his grief.But he didn’t have to speak for me to know.I felt it all.The weight of silence where Fenrir once resided.The ache carved deep into his spirit.And the way he kept replaying the moment—the split second when he chose to seal his wolf to save us all.I turned on my side to face him, brushing my fingers lightly a
CAUISThe walls of the packhouse felt smaller than I remembered.Every creak in the floorboards, every breath I took—it all sounded louder now without Fenrir’s presence muffling the world. Without him, my senses were mine alone. Just mine. But it didn’t feel like freedom. It felt like a void.Lira walked beside me, silent but steady, her hand wrapped around mine. She hadn't let go since the clearing. I didn’t realize how much I was leaning on her until we reached the edge of the war room and I stumbled slightly.She caught me, of course. Just like she always did.“I’m fine,” I muttered, more for myself than for her.“You don’t have to lie to me,” she said gently, guiding me into the chair beside the long table. “You’re allowed to break, Caius. Just… not alone.”I leaned back, resting my head against the chair. The same chair I used to sit in when planning patrol routes, border meetings, or war tactics. But now I felt like an impostor in my own command.“I used to feel him everywhere,”
CAUISTwo days.That’s how long I’ve been walking around with the weight of a war I can’t even fight properly. Since Morgana’s revelation—since Ysara’s talisman reacted to me—I’ve been carrying more than just the burden of being Alpha.I’ve been carrying him.Malakar.He’s been leaking into my mind, into my instincts, tainting my bond with Fenrir. I’ve heard whispers that don’t belong to me—urges that feel wrong in the marrow of my bones. At first, they were faint. But now… they pulse beneath my skin.I’ve kept it hidden. From everyone.But Morgana knew.She came this morning, not alone—but with Aldric at her side.I was in the clearing behind the packhouse—the only place where Morgana’s wards still muted the noise in my head. It was the only place I could think. Or at least try to. And Lira, my luna, had been by my side through it all.I heard Aldric’s boots before I saw him—solid, slow, and full of purpose. Morgana’s steps were quieter, but the magic she carried always announced her
MORGANAThe scent of rosemary and dried bloodroot clung to my robes as I pored over the fifth tome of the morning. My fingers trembled—not from age, but from urgency. It had been two days since we discovered the truth.Two days since I learned that Malakar had not merely touched Caius’ mind… but had laced himself into his very shadow.A tether. A slow poison.A curse older than most witches alive today.I hadn’t slept. The fire in my chamber barely flickered anymore, kept alive only by the pulse of my magic and the constant rustling of pages. On the table before me, scrolls lay scattered, ink smudged by my hurried notes. I’d summoned wind spirits for answers. Brewed insight draughts. Called on the ancestors through the Oracle’s Mirror.Nothing had given me what I needed.Because this was no ordinary corruption. Malakar wasn’t just feeding off Caius—he was waiting. Waiting for the right moment to seize full control.And that moment was drawing near.Caius hadn't said much in the last t
CAUISWe scoured the halls until our feet ached and our patience thinned.Every wall, every crack, every space in the packhouse was searched—twice. The talismans Ysara gave us were sensitive, humming lightly in our palms whenever they neared even the faintest trace of cursed energy. But for hours, they offered nothing but silence.Until Kora stopped dead in her tracks."Wait… the old stone hearth," she said, her voice sharp with realization. "The one in the original east wing kitchen. No one uses it anymore, but it's still there."The east wing. Of course.No one cooked there now. The kitchens had been rebuilt on the other side after the fire years ago. But the room remained accessible—used occasionally for storage, sometimes by pups playing hide-and-seek. A forgotten relic of our home’s past.And the perfect place to hide something no one was meant to find.We rushed to the hearth, the talismans growing heavier with each step.As soon as we crossed the threshold, the symbols on the t
MORGANA I didn't walk. I ran. The vision still echoed behind my eyes like lightning that refused to fade. I had no time to waste, no room for caution. I clutched the edge of my cloak and stormed through the halls of Grimhowl, the weight of destiny—and dread—pressing down on my shoulders like an avalanche ready to fall. Caius. Lira. They needed to know what I saw. The future was still uncertain, a thread split in two. One path led to fire, ruin, and death. The other—hope. But both required a choice. A sacrifice. A weapon. And time, we had little of that left. I reached the dining hall, heart thudding in my chest, relief washing over me as I spotted them all inside. Lira stood beside Caius, her hand resting gently on his. Tobias and Thoren sat nearby, deep in conversation with Seraphina and Dain. Deanna and Elowen were seated next to Ronan and Kora, who looked up the moment I entered. Elias stood at the far end, arms crossed, eyes alert. Even the Elders Council had g
MORGANA The moment I stepped out of the war room, scroll clutched tight to my chest, I felt the weight of centuries settle on my shoulders like a cloak spun from memory and magic. The Map of the Bloodseer. I had heard of it in whispers—in forgotten tomes and fragmented chants. A myth, they claimed. A tale told by seers too old to trust and too mad to be believed. But it was real. Right in my hands, pulsing faintly with the tangled threads of fate itself. This could be the turning point in the war. Or a trap we were too desperate to ignore. I moved quickly through Grimhowl’s stone halls, ducking into the small chamber I’d claimed as my study. Candles flared to life with a flick of my fingers. Runes on the walls shimmered, reacting to the old magic now saturating the space. I laid the map out carefully across the old table, heart pounding not with fear—but with urgency. Because this time, it was personal. My hands hovered over the parchment, and I whispered an incan
CAUIS I stood at the head of the hall, my hand resting lightly on the back of Lira’s chair, listening to Ronan speak. His voice echoed just enough to remind us all why we were really here. "Alright, as beautiful as all these long-lost family moments are,” Ronan began, flashing a small grin, “we didn’t come back just to cry and sniff each other’s hair.” A few chuckles rumbled through the hall—Kora rolled her eyes, Seraphina smirked into her cup, and even Tobias cracked a grin. But I could feel the shift in Ronan’s tone even before the humor faded from his face. “We come bearing news from the Village of Enomenos,” he said. Just like that, the air changed. I straightened. “Then we need to meet. We’ll keep this here brief and move to the war room.” “Thoren, Tobias, you and your daughters stay,” I added, catching my mate’s gaze and brushing my fingers across her hand. “You deserve the time to catch up.” “But unfortunately for Elias,” Ronan smirked over his should