LIRAThe scent of cedarwood and crisp mountain air filled my lungs before I even opened my eyes.I inhaled sharply, blinking against the morning light as I sat up. The familiar dark walls of my room were… different.I frowned.The once cold, imposing stone was now softened by rich fabrics—deep blue, silver, and cream draped along the walls. A large, fur-lined rug covered the floor, and at the foot of my bed sat a new chest, slightly ajar.Curious, I slipped out of bed, shivering as my bare feet sank into the thick rug. I crouched before the chest and gently lifted the lid.'Clothes.'Not just any clothes—gowns, tunics, warm cloaks, and boots, all clearly tailored to fit me perfectly. Every stitch and fabric choice spoke of care, not just practicality.'Who…?'The answer struck me instantly.'Caius.'I pressed my lips together, my heart doing something stupidly warm in my chest.A knock interrupted my thoughts."Come in?"The door swung open, revealing Ava, one of the omegas.She carrie
CAIUS"This is ridiculous," I muttered, running a hand down my face.Across from me, Elias and Ronan grinned like a pair of fools."You," Elias snickered, "argued with a tailor over fabric.""She needed something comfortable," I said gruffly. "The tailor was an idiot."Ronan leaned back in his chair, smirking. "And what about the clothes? The cloaks? The boots? Did he force those on you, too?"I scowled.The truth was, I had chosen every piece myself.I had watched Lira closely, noticed the way she hugged herself in the cold, the way her clothes were still the ones she had been taken in—torn, worn, and unsuitable for the North.So I hava to fix it.Because it was my duty to take care of her.Not because I wanted to see her smile.Not because my wolf rumbled in satisfaction every time she grew more comfortable here.'Definitely not.'Elias crossed his arms, amusement flickering in his sharp eyes. "You do realize the entire pack sees it, right?"I exhaled through my nose. "Sees what?""T
LIRAAt first, it was just small things.Caius was standing between me and the cold. Making sure my plate was full before his. He brought me fresh tea in the mornings, even when he had better things to do.It was subtle, almost unnoticeable if you weren’t paying attention. But I was. I felt it every time he lingered just a little longer than necessary. Every time his eyes found me across a room. Every time he spoke my name, his voice was quieter, softer than it was with anyone else.At first, I told myself it was nothing.But then… the pack started noticing.The omegas whispered behind their hands whenever they caught us in the same room. The warriors exchanged looks every time I walked into a space where Caius already was. Conversations would pause, eyes darting between us before continuing in hushed tones. Some days, I swore I could hear my name spoken in half-muffled murmurs.And Elias? He was the worst of them all.It started as small comments—offhand remarks at the dinner tab
LIRAI wasn’t sure when it happened. Maybe it was the way Caius protected me, even when I didn’t ask for it. Maybe it was the way he treated his pack—not like servants or subordinates, but like family. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, not just like his mate, but like I was something rare, something worth fighting for.I had spent weeks trying to resist this bond, but the truth had been staring me in the face all along. I was falling for him. And I hated it.Not because he wasn’t worthy. But because I wasn’t ready.I sat on the edge of the training grounds, absentmindedly pulling at the strands of grass between my fingers. The late afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the dirt, painting the sky in warm hues of orange and violet. The air smelled of pine and earth, with a crisp chill hinting at the coming night.Caius sat beside me, his posture relaxed, though I could tell by the way his fingers tapped against his knee that he was waiting for me to say something. He had
CAIUSMy wolf,Fenrir, had known it before I did.'You are in love with her.' Fenrir had growled.'She’s our mate.''It is more than that.'I had denied it at first. I had told myself that my protectiveness was because of the bond. That my fascination was because she was different. That the ache in my chest when she looked away was because I wanted her to accept us.But it wasn’t.It was her.It had always been her.Now, sitting beside her, hearing the words I never thought I’d hear from her lips, I felt something settle deep in my chest. A finality. A peace.She was mine. And she was finally starting to realize that."Lira…" I murmured, my fingers tightening around hers.She swallowed, but she didn’t pull away.My wolf stirred, his growl of satisfaction echoing in my mind.'Kiss her.''Not yet, Fenrir. Not yet.''Coward.'I lifted a hand to cup her cheek, brushing my thumb over the soft curve of her jaw. Her breath hitched.Slowly, giving her time to stop me, I leaned in.She didn’t mo
LIRAFalling for Caius came with consequences.One: His pack finally stopped looking at me like I was the enemy. Two: Elias and Ronan now smirked at me whenever I was near Caius, as if they had been expecting this all along. And three? I wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.Which is exactly why I found myself in the training fields at dawn, stretching my arms over my head as the morning chill settled into my bones. The sky was streaked with hues of pink and orange, the sun slowly rising over the treetops as the pack gathered for their daily training.I had been training with the general pack for a while now, and while it had been helpful in rebuilding my strength, I was growing restless. The sessions were structured, repetitive, and focused more on endurance and discipline than actual combat. While the other wolves seemed content, I found myself wanting more.Today's session started with a long run through the forest. The cold air burned my lungs as my feet pounded against the
LIRA I had sparred with some of the best warriors in Duskborne. I had beaten them all. But here, in the Northern Territory, I wasn’t fighting just any warrior. I was fighting Caius. The Alpha. The man who had single-handedly taken down a rogue army without breaking a sweat. The man who now stood before me, arms crossed, silver eyes gleaming with amusement.This is a terrible idea, I thought to myself.This is the best idea, my pride countered.Elias and Ronan stood at the edge of the sparring ring, leaning against the wooden fence. They looked way too entertained."Alright, lovebirds," Elias called out, smirking. "Give us a good show."Caius shot him a glare. "You can run laps after this, Elias."Elias just grinned. "Worth it."I rolled my shoulders and assumed my stance. Balanced. Ready.Caius tilted his head. "You’re serious about this?"I smirked. "What, scared?"A low growl rumbled in his chest. "Not even a little.""Then let’s begin."We circled each other.I was fast. I had alw
CAIUSI led her out of the training hall, the warmth of the stone corridor a welcome relief after the icy chill of the training room. The dining hall wasn’t far, and it didn’t take long to reach the long wooden table where the evening meal had already been laid out. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a soft glow over the room. The aroma of roast meat and freshly baked bread filled the air, making my stomach growl in anticipation.“After that workout, I could eat a whole feast,” Lira said as she sat down, rubbing her hands together in front of the warmth of the fire.I grabbed two plates, piling them high with food before sliding one toward her. “I think you’ve earned it,” I said, smiling.We ate in a comfortable silence, the occasional clink of utensils punctuating the otherwise quiet morning. I watched as Lira tucked into her meal, her appetite as sharp as her swordplay.“So,” I said after a while, setting my fork down and leaning back in my chair, “I’m taking you somewhere tod
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
ELIAS The warmth of the dining hall clashed with the tension humming beneath my skin. We’d only just returned—Thoren, Ronan, Kora, and I—bringing news from the nearby village. We hadn’t been gone long, but in war, every hour stretched thin. Every moment was weighted. And yet, in the middle of it all, I found myself rooted in place—not by dread, not by urgency—but by a scent. I froze near the entrance, my breath catching. It drifted through the air, cutting through the aromas of roasted meat, earth, and fire. This scent was different. Unmistakable. Fresh rain on wildflowers. Sweet… and wild. Mate. My head snapped toward the far end of the hall. And that’s when I saw her. She stood beside Dain, half-shielded by the curve of his arm. Her gaze was already on me. Wide-eyed. Curious. Like she felt it too. No—she knew. The world narrowed. Sounds dimmed. I took a step forward before I even realized I was moving. My heart thundered in my chest as I closed
SERAPHINA The warmth of familiar arms still lingered on my skin. I was wrapped in it—reunion, laughter, tears. The scent of my mother, the comforting cadence of Tobias’s voice, even Morgana’s sharp, dry wit—it all created a fragile kind of joy, stitched together by disbelief. I was home. Somehow. Even though the walls were different, the ground colder, and the people scarred by what had come before, I was here. After so long, I let myself breathe again. Because suddenly, something cold twisted in my gut. My father. The joy faded from my face like ash on the wind. I turned sharply, searching the faces around me—Tobias, Morgana, Dain. Dain. He stood near the fire, his arms crossed, face half-cast in shadow. “Dain,” I said, stepping forward. “Valenwood… what happened to it? Where’s my father? Is he still—” I couldn’t finish the question. My voice cracked, and the unspoken horrors hung between us like smoke. His jaw tightened, lips pressing into a thin l
THOREN Ysara’s words clung to the air like a spell. “Yes, I am a Bloodseer, and only few of us are left. I’m the only one in Enomenos. We are not simply part witch and part wolf—we are two complete souls living as one. One soul bound to the craft of magic, the other to the wildness of the wolf. Balanced. Powerful. But vulnerable to corruption. And once turned, a Bloodseer becomes the perfect servant of darkness.” Her voice held both strength and sorrow. For all her wisdom, there was weight behind every word—weight that had settled into her bones from carrying the burden of truth for far too long. Her gaze drifted across the room, landing briefly on Kora, then Ronan, and finally me. “That is why I remain hidden,” she continued. “I'd rather die righteous than live twisted. But these people…” she gestured subtly to the villagers gathered in the shadows, “they need me. So I walk a thin edge.”I swallowed hard, the scent of smoke and ancient herbs thick in the cavern air. The fir
THOREN The girl’s name was Elianna. A quiet strength pulsed in her steps as she led us deeper into the woods, through a narrow trail flanked by thick underbrush and twisting roots that reached like hands from the forest floor. The silence of the village had followed us, replaced now by the occasional crackle of twigs and the distant hoot of an owl, despite the sun still shining overhead. Ronan walked close, eyes scanning the shadows. Elias brought up the rear, her steps light but cautious, her hand never far from the hilt of her dagger. The rest of our warriors followed closely behind. Eventually, Elianna paused in front of a large outcropping of moss-covered stone. She placed her hand on its surface, whispering something in a tongue I didn’t recognize. The stone shimmered, then split down the center with a soft groan, revealing a narrow entrance, just large enough for one person at a time to slip through. "After you," she said, offering a small smile. Inside, the passage wa
THOREN The dirt path that led away from Grimhowl wound like a lazy river through the thick woodland, eventually opening up to reveal a sight that should’ve brought comfort—quaint homes, flowering vines curling over wooden fences, laundry lines swaying gently in the breeze. But as we stepped past the old stone sign that marked the village of Enoménos, unease settled heavily over my shoulders. It was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet, the kind you find in a small village taking an afternoon nap. No birds, no dogs barking in the distance, no chatter of children or clang of pots in kitchens. Just... nothing. Ronan, walking beside me, scanned the rooftops with narrowed eyes. His fingers flexed at his sides, brushing the hilt of his blade. “This place is dead,” he muttered.“No,” Elias said behind us, his voice low. “It’s not dead. It’s hiding.” He wasn’t wrong. The village wasn’t destroyed. There were no signs of struggle—no broken doors, no burn marks or blood on t
CAIUSI stood near the edge of the dining hall, leaning slightly against one of the carved wooden beams, my arms folded across my chest. Around me, the low hum of conversation continued—tearful reunions, long-overdue laughter, names spoken with awe and reverence. But I only had eyes for her.Lira.She was glowing in a way I hadn’t seen before. There was a joy on her face so radiant, so fiercely pure, that even Fenrir stirred inside me, watching her through my eyes with silentreverence. I felt it—the happiness that surged through her like warm spring water after a long frost. A daughter was finally reunited with her mother. A family mended after years of silence and pain.And yet, underneath that joy, I felt her sorrow too. A quiet grief pulsed in her chest, one that clung to the edges of her smile. Her heart ached for Deanna, for Elowen, for the twenty years robbed from them. Lira’s empathy ran so deep that it swallowed everything. The walls of her heart had never been built to keep