After four days of exhausting travel, the sight of Grimhowl’s towering gates brought a wave ofrelief to the weary group. The icy northern winds howled through the snow-covered trees, bitingat their skin as Lira tightened her cloak around her shoulders. The journey had taken a toll on allof them, especially the injured warriors who had been carried in makeshift stretchers, but themoment the first structures of Grimhowl came into view, Caius let out a deep breath andmind-linked his Beta.'Elias, we’re almost at the borders. Open the gates.'A few moments later, movement stirred in the distance. The massive steel gates creaked open,the sound echoing in the still night air. A group of warriors rushed forward to meet them. At thecenter was Elias, his strong frame standing firm against the wind. His sharp, calculating eyesscanned the group, lingering on the injured wolves being carried.Behind him, dozens of pack members had gathered, their faces a mixture of curiosity andconcern. T
Despite the warmth of the Alpha’s mansion, Caius barely felt it. The crackling fire in the hearthand the plush leather chair did little to ease the tension that had taken root in his body. As soonas his boots clicked against the stone floors, the weight of his title hit him harder than the coldwind outside. The responsibilities of being Grimhowl’s Alpha felt heavier than ever.Elias walked silently beside him as they made their way to the office. Neither spoke until theyreached the office door. Elias shut it quietly behind them, his gaze locking onto Caius with amixture of concern and something sharper."Alpha," Elias finally said, his voice tight with restrained frustration. "What the hell happened?"Caius let out a long, tired exhale, sinking into his chair. The wooden surface felt solid beneathhis fingertips, grounding him, but it didn’t lessen the burden that had settled in his chest.“Too much to explain in one conversation,” Caius muttered, his voice rough from exhaustion.
Lira wandered through Grimhowl, taking in its vastness with a quiet awe. The snow-coveredground beneath her boots crunched as she walked, the cold northern air biting at her cheeks. Itwas so different from Valenwood, where the forest had felt alive with magic—where the verytrees seemed to whisper secrets. Here, everything was built on strength, from the toweringstone walls of the Alpha’s mansion to the well-maintained roads and grand structures that dottedthe landscape. There was power in the air, a raw, unyielding force that felt almost tangible.She couldn’t help but admire it. Grimhowl was a fortress, built to withstand anything. But as shecontinued through the compound, her thoughts inevitably returned to the danger that loomedahead. Malakar’s forces were growing stronger, and no amount of strength or fortitude would beenough to fight them unless they figured out how to harness their own power. And that, shethought, was something she wasn’t sure they could do.Her footste
Lira stood in the middle of a clearing, the cold air biting at her exposed skin. The northern windshowled around her, swirling snowflakes in a dizzying dance. Grimhowl’s land was still blanketedin thick snow, the bitter cold lingering, but there was a hint in the crisp air—a promise of warmerdays to come. She tightened the cloak around her shoulders, looking toward the figure standingbefore her. Morgana.The ancient witch stood with her arms crossed, her sharp gaze studying Lira with an almostpredatory intensity. Despite the woman’s apparent calm, Lira could never fully relax around her.Morgana had an uncanny way of making her feel both reassured and unsettled at the sametime, as if she was aware of something Lira was only beginning to understand.“Your powers are awakening,” Morgana said, her voice low and smooth like liquid silk. “It’s timeyou learn to wield them.”Lira swallowed hard, her heart racing as she flexed her fingers, feeling the strange pull withinher. Ever sinc
Morgana led Lira through the winding corridors of Grimhowl’s grand estate, finally stopping at asecluded chamber tucked away from the bustling heart of the pack’s fortress. The room was small, its atmosphere thick with the scent of herbs, dried flowers, and the faint must of oldparchment. Candles flickered in the corners, casting long shadows against the stone walls,which were lined with ancient tomes—some so worn that the titles had faded to nothing morethan ghostly traces.The witch gestured to a high-backed chair, its fabric rich and deep in color, and Lira hesitatedonly for a moment before sitting across from her. The air was heavy with unspoken secrets, andLira could feel the weight of them pressing down on her.Morgana leaned back in her seat, folding her hands in front of her. Her eyes seemed to darkenas she began to speak, her voice low and steady, as though every word carried the weight ofcenturies.“I am older than most beings you’ve ever met, Lira. I have lived for
The revelations from Morgana lingered in Lira’s mind, gnawing at her as the night stretched on.Lying in the bed, the weight of everything she had learned pressed down on her chest, leavingher restless and unable to sleep. The cold moonlight filtered through the window, casting longshadows across the room, but Lira hardly noticed. Her thoughts were a whirlpool, eachrevelation adding fuel to the fire of uncertainty within her.Her birth had been destined. Morgana had known Malakar. The Dark Lord’s betrayal had turnedthe witch into an ally, yet the depth of Morgana’s story only deepened the complexity of theirsituation. The idea that she had been part of some cosmic design—her existence tied to aneclipse, an event that was supposedly beyond her control—was both comforting and terrifying. Itmade her feel like a pawn in a game that had been set long before she was born.But Lira didn’t want to be a pawn. She wanted to be the player.The sound of a knock at the door broke through he
The frozen winds of Grimhowl howled across the vast training grounds, biting at Lira’s exposed skin. Yet she stood firm, her body steady despite the numbing chill, her eyes narrowed in concentration. In her palm, a small flame flickered, its golden light casting a warm glow against her pale skin. The fire was a reflection of the power stirring within her, a force she was still learning to control.“Good,” Morgana’s voice cut through the cold, low, and almost predatory as she circled Lira.“Now, expand it.”Lira inhaled deeply, focusing on the warmth in her core. The flicker of the flame responded, stretching and twisting, growing larger as she fed it more of her energy. The fire danced wildly for a moment, the air around it shimmering with heat, but Lira kept her focus, forcing the fire into control. Slowly, the flame took shape, curling into an orb of bright golden light that hovered just above her palm.Morgana stopped her pacing, her sharp eyes gleaming with approval. “Better. Now,
Lira tilted her head up, meeting Caius’s intense gaze. The concern in his sharp blue eyes sent awarmth through her chest, a warmth that was different from the fire she had wielded earlier thatday.“You’re pushing yourself too hard,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles over her cold cheek, histouch sending a shiver of comfort down her spine.She gave him a teasing smirk, trying to brush off the seriousness of his words. “I thought youwanted me stronger.”“I do,” he admitted, his voice softened with care, “but not at the cost of your health.”Lira sighed, allowing herself to lean into the warmth of his embrace. She relished these stolenmoments, the rare pockets of time where they weren’t Alpha and Luna, where there was noprophecy to fulfill, no looming war. In these moments, they were just two souls deeplyconnected, not bound by duty, but by something more personal.After a long beat, he gently pulled back, his smirk returning, laced with playful challenge. “You’renot done traini
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