LIRA I had sparred with some of the best warriors in Duskborne. I had beaten them all. But here, in the Northern Territory, I wasnât 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. "Youâre serious about this?"I smirked. "What, scared?"A low growl rumbled in his chest. "Not even a little.""Then letâs 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 wasnât far, and it didnât 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.âAfter that workout, I could eat a whole feast,â 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. âI think youâve earned it,â 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.âSo,â I said after a while, setting my fork down and leaning back in my chair, âIâm 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 wasnât 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 gazeâit 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 didnât 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 ratherâstaring 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 didnât let go of my hand. His grip was warm, possessive, unyielding. Like he was making a silent declaration.Worse?He kept doing little thingsâtucking 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 werenât watching. They swung their swords, flexed their muscles, and practiced their footwork with an intensity that screamed forced distraction. But the omegas? They werenât 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 didnât.And yetâshe 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 LiraâLira was the one thing I couldnât 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 didnât 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 ifâ?The thoughts circled endlessly in my mind, twisting and turning like a storm I couldnât 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 uncertaintyâthe possibility of knowing the truthâunsettled me in ways I couldnât 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 didnât need anyone seeing me like thisânot now.âCome in,â 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, groundingâlike an anchor I hadnât realized I needed. His broad
CAIUSThe air was cold as we prepared for departure. A biting wind swept through Grimhowl, carrying the scent of pine and snow. The sun had yet to rise, leaving the world in a hushed twilight, but my pack was already awake, gathered in the courtyard to see us off.Lira stood by my side, bundled in a thick cloak lined with fur, her golden eyes flickering with uncertainty. Her breath curled in the crisp air as she clutched the edges of her cloak tighter around herself. The tension in her posture was impossible to miss. She had been quiet since last night, lost in thought, and I knew the weight of what lay ahead was pressing down on her.I reached for her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. âWeâll be there by nightfall,â I murmured, keeping my voice low so only she could hear. She nodded, but I could feel the tension in her grip. She was trying to be strong, but the uncertainty of what awaited us at Elder Aldricâs dwelling gnawed at both of us. His invitation had raised more questio
LIRAThe fire crackled in the Elderâs grand hall, the sound filling the otherwise tense silence. The flickering flames danced against the stone walls, casting shadows that seemed to grow larger with every passing second. I sat beside Caius, feeling the weight of his presence, the steady warmth of him at my side. My father sat across from me, his face grim, his usual confidence replaced by something elseâsomething uncertain.Elder Aldric stood near the hearth, his ancient eyes unreadable, his posture stiff as he stared into the flames. The air was thick with the weight of his gaze, and I couldnât shake the feeling that the Elder could see straight through me, into everything I had ever kept hidden. His age was something I couldnât ignoreâhe was old, far older than any werewolf I had ever met, but there was power in his gaze. Even now, in his advancing years, he held a kind of authority that made my skin prickle.And something told meâhe knew everything."Before I explain," Elder Aldric
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 destinyâand dreadâpressing 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 otherâhope. 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 whispersâin 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 Grimhowlâs stone halls, ducking into the small chamber Iâd 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 fearâbut 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 Liraâs 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,â Ronan began, flashing a small grin, âwe didnât come back just to cry and sniff each otherâs hair.â A few chuckles rumbled through the hallâKora rolled her eyes, Seraphina smirked into her cup, and even Tobias cracked a grin. But I could feel the shift in Ronanâs tone even before the humor faded from his face. âWe come bearing news from the Village of Enomenos,â he said. Just like that, the air changed. I straightened. âThen we need to meet. Weâll keep this here brief and move to the war room.â âThoren, Tobias, you and your daughters stay,â I added, catching my mateâs gaze and brushing my fingers across her hand. âYou deserve the time to catch up.â âBut unfortunately for Elias,â Ronan smirked over his should
ELIAS The warmth of the dining hall clashed with the tension humming beneath my skin. Weâd only just returnedâThoren, Ronan, Kora, and Iâbringing news from the nearby village. We hadnât 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 placeânot by dread, not by urgencyâbut 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. SweetâĶ and wild. Mate. My head snapped toward the far end of the hall. And thatâs 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. Noâshe 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 itâreunion, laughter, tears. The scent of my mother, the comforting cadence of Tobiasâs voice, even Morganaâs sharp, dry witâit 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 meâTobias, Morgana, Dain. Dain. He stood near the fire, his arms crossed, face half-cast in shadow. âDain,â I said, stepping forward. âValenwoodâĶ what happened to it? Whereâs my father? Is he stillââ I couldnât 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 Ysaraâs words clung to the air like a spell. âYes, I am a Bloodseer, and only few of us are left. Iâm the only one in Enomenos. We are not simply part witch and part wolfâwe 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.â Her voice held both strength and sorrow. For all her wisdom, there was weight behind every wordâweight 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. âThat is why I remain hidden,â she continued. âI'd rather die righteous than live twisted. But these peopleâĶâ she gestured subtly to the villagers gathered in the shadows, âthey need me. So I walk a thin edge.âI swallowed hard, the scent of smoke and ancient herbs thick in the cavern air. The fir
THOREN The girlâs 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 didnât 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 shouldâve brought comfortâquaint 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 EnomÃĐnos, 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. âThis place is dead,â he muttered.âNo,â Elias said behind us, his voice low. âItâs not dead. Itâs hiding.â He wasnât wrong. The village wasnât destroyed. There were no signs of struggleâno 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 continuedâtearful 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 hadnât 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 itâthe 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. Liraâs empathy ran so deep that it swallowed everything. The walls of her heart had never been built to keep