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
LIRAWe stayed there for hours.And as I watched Caius, the way the light reflected in his eyes, the way he looked at this place like it was a secret he had finally shared with someone, I knew.This wasn’t just about the mate bond.This was him.I had fallen for Caius.Completely.When he turned to me, his expression soft, I knew he saw it too.He lifted a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "Lira."I swallowed. "Yes?"His gaze flickered down to my lips for just a moment, and my breath caught in my throat. The way his eyes darkened, the intensity that simmered beneath the surface of that gaze—it was like he was unraveling me. My heart raced even faster."Do you regret it?" he asked, his voice a low murmur, as if the question had been sitting on his tongue for far too long.I furrowed my brow in confusion. "Regret what?"He took a step closer, and the air between us seemed to crackle with something unspoken, something heavy. He didn’t need to say it for me to understand. He wa
LIRAI was not used to being the center of attention.But it was impossible to ignore the way the entire Grimhowl Pack was staring at us right now.Or rather—staring at Caius.Because their Alpha, their fierce, brooding, terrifying Alpha, was grinning like an idiot.And that grin was directed at me.We had just returned from the hot springs, the steam still clinging to our skin despite the cold bite of the mountain air. The moment we stepped onto the training grounds, Caius didn’t let go of my hand. His grip was warm, possessive, unyielding. Like he was making a silent declaration.Worse?He kept doing little things—tucking my hair behind my ear, pulling me into his side, pressing random kisses to my forehead.I was dying.The warriors of the pack tried to act like they weren’t watching. They swung their swords, flexed their muscles, and practiced their footwork with an intensity that screamed forced distraction. But the omegas? They weren’t even pretending.They whispered and giggled
CAIUSTwo days.That was all the time we had before meeting Elder Aldric.The oldest and most powerful of the Elders.And the only one who could answer the questions that had been plaguing me ever since I met Lira.She should have had her wolf by now.But she didn’t.And yet—she was stronger than any unshifted wolf I had ever seen.I knew there was something about her.Something more.And soon, we would find out what.The thought unsettled me, a deep, gnawing sensation in my gut. I was not a man prone to fear, but uncertainty had a way of burrowing deep, needling at the edges of my resolve. And Lira—Lira was the one thing I couldn’t afford to be uncertain about.I watched her now, standing by the balcony of my office, staring at the moonlit snow that blanketed the mountains. The cold wind ruffled her dark hair, strands dancing across her face, but she didn’t seem to notice. There was something different about her since our return from the hot springs. A softness in the way she held her
LIRAI barely slept.For the first time in a long time, I was afraid of what was coming.What if Elder Aldric told me I was weak?What if he told me I would never shift?What if—?The thoughts circled endlessly in my mind, twisting and turning like a storm I couldn’t calm. I had never let fear consume me before. I had faced battles, endured pain, and survived more than most wolves ever would. And yet, this uncertainty—the possibility of knowing the truth—unsettled me in ways I couldn’t explain.A knock at the door startled me from my thoughts. I froze, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room. My heart leaped to my throat as I quickly wiped away the trace of a tear that had escaped down my cheek. I didn’t need anyone seeing me like this—not now.“Come in,” I called, forcing my voice to sound steady, stronger than I felt.The door creaked open, and Caius stepped inside, carrying a tray of food. His presence was solid, grounding—like an anchor I hadn’t realized I needed. His broad
CAUISThe war room had emptied, but the weight of the vision still pressed against my chest like iron chains. Lira stood beside me, her presence always grounding, even in moments like this—when the future looked more twisted than ever. We didn’t speak as we walked through the halls of Grimhowl, Morgana silent at our side, her mind clearly racing. Aldric trailed us, his brows furrowed, lost in thought.We needed answers. And there was only one man who might unknowingly hold them.Dain.He’d been waiting in the east wing, training the guards, when Morgana summoned him. When we arrived, he was already sitting on a stone bench near the sparring yard, Elowen at his side. Her laughter quieted the moment she saw us.“Something’s wrong,” Dain said before I could open my mouth.“It’s urgent,” I said.Elowen’s brows pinched. Elias, always attuned to tension, approached from the courtyard and placed a gentle hand on her back.“El, come. Let’s give them a moment.”She hesitated, her eyes flicking
MORGANAThe room had quieted. The final candle flickered near the map, casting restless shadows along the aged stone walls. And yet, for all the warriors gathered, for all the alphas seated and ready, it was only the three of us who truly mattered in this moment—Caius, Lira, and me.Two nights ago, the Map of Bloodseer had revealed what I feared most—two endings. One drowned in shadow. The other, soaked in sacrifice. But I hadn’t been able to show them—not yet. We had been interrupted. The discovery of the black crystal buried beneath Grimhowl had demanded immediate attention. And then, Fenrir…But now, with the black crystal destroyed and Fenrir sealed away, the time had come. I had to show them. They had to see it with their own eyes. Because from here on, their path wasn’t just theirs—it would shape the future of every living creature in this realm.I stood from the war table slowly, drawing the eyes of those seated—Ronan, Elias, Tobias, Orion, Aldric, and even Thoren. All of them
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