LIRAThe atmosphere inside the Alpha mansion buzzed with energy. The grand hall was alive with laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the rhythmic beat of drums as the pack celebrated. The scent of roasted meat and freshly baked bread filled the air, mingling with the familiar smell of my packmates. This was a night of unity, a moment of triumph.I stood beside Caius, his warm hand resting possessively on my waist. Everywhere I turned, I was met with smiles and words of congratulations. It was overwhelming yet heartwarming.“Luna,” Elias grinned as he approached, holding out a goblet. “You look like you need a drink.”I chuckled, accepting the cup. “That obvious?”Ronan appeared beside him, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief. “You marked each other. Officially mated. What did you expect? The pack has been waiting for this moment for months.”Caius let out a low chuckle. “Let them celebrate. Tonight is a night of joy.”Kora suddenly threw her arms around me, squeezing me tightly. “
LIRAThe celebration was in full swing inside the Alpha mansion, the scent of roasted meat and spiced wine thick in the air. Laughter and cheers filled the halls as warriors and pack members alike reveled in the joyous occasion. It was the first time in decades that the Grimhowl Pack had a Luna, and I could feel the pride radiating from every member present.But even as I smiled and nodded at the well-wishers, my mind was elsewhere. The lingering unease from earlier refused to fade. The glowing eyes in the forest, the unsettling presence in the shadows—there was no mistaking it. The Dark Lord was already watching us.Caius must have sensed my tension because he leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. “Come with me.”Without another word, we slipped through the crowd, making our way toward the secluded hallways of the mansion. Just as we reached the door of the private meeting chamber, footsteps sounded behind us.Elias, Ronan, and Kora caught up, their expressions expectant.“You t
CAIUSThe soft glow of dawn seeped through the curtains, casting golden rays over the room. The air was still cool from the night, carrying the scent of pine and earth through the slightly open balcony door. Lira lay beside me, her dark hair spilling over the pillows, her breathing steady and even.For a moment, I allowed myself to simply watch her. The way her lashes fanned over her cheeks, how the corners of her lips twitched slightly, as if she were dreaming of something pleasant. My mate. My Luna. My everything.The events of the past days weighed heavily on my mind—the marking ceremony, the ominous presence in the woods, the looming war. But here, in this moment, all of that faded.I reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face before leaning in to press a soft kiss against her temple. She stirred slightly, her body instinctively shifting closer to mine.A low, contented hum escaped her lips. “Mm… Caius?”A slow smirk tugged at my lips. “Morning, love.”Her eyelids
CAIUSThe Elders' visit had reinforced what we already knew—this war was no longer something looming in the distance. It was here. We were standing on the precipice of a battle that would shape the future of our kind, and every choice from this moment forward would determine our survival.But the Elders were not the only ones who came.Just hours after their departure, the wind carried the scent of approaching wolves—hundreds of them. The air shifted, thick with the presence of another pack moving as one, their steps silent but powerful. The warriors at the gates of Grimhowl stiffened, their hands gripping their weapons instinctively. I raised a hand, signaling them to hold their ground, even as my own senses sharpened.At the front gates, Alpha Tobias stood waiting, his expression unreadable. He had been calm all morning, but I knew this moment held weight for him. He had left Duskborne under the care of his Beta, Orion, uncertain of what would become of them in his absence. Now, the
CAUISThe air inside the main house was heavy with unspoken tension as we entered. The war room was dimly lit, the long wooden table in the center of the room surrounded by chairs that had been hastily arranged. Maps and strategy notes littered the surface, remnants of previous discussions about the looming battle against the Dark Lord.Tobias, Orion, Lira, Elias, Ronan, Thoren, Dain, Morgana, and I took our places, the weight of the moment settling over us. Outside, the Duskborne pack was settling in, their presence merging with Grimhowl’s as the two packs began the slow process of integration. But inside this room, the real work was beginning.Orion’s sharp silver gaze scanned the room before landing on Tobias. “I won’t waste time with pleasantries. When we heard of the Dark Lord’s resurgence, we knew it would come to this. Duskborne doesn’t fight for causes—we fight for our own. But Lira is our own.” His voice was steady, unwavering. “So, we are here. Not just as allies. As family.
CAIUSThe moment our strategy was set, we wasted no time. If we were going to stand a chance against the Dark Lord, we needed numbers—and we needed them now.Alpha Tobias and Beta Orion led the charge, using every connection they had to reach out to the packs we knew. Lira, Elias, and Ronan assisted, sending messages through mind-links where possible and relying on trusted messengers for those too far to reach directly. I took charge of speaking with the Alphas I had personal ties with, those I had fought beside in the past.One by one, we made our calls.The first to respond was Alpha Marius of the Silvercrest Pack.“I thought you’d never ask, Caius,” Marius said, his deep voice filled with rough amusement. “You saved my hide in the battle against the Bloodfang rogues two years ago. I owe you for that. You’ll have my warriors before the next full moon.”I exhaled, relief settling in my chest. “Thank you, Marius. We’ll need every blade we can get.”“I’m sending two hundreds of my best
LIRAThe Grimhowl territory had never been this alive before. Warriors sparred in the training grounds, their grunts and the clash of weapons filling the air. Wolves in their beast forms dodged and lunged at each other, testing their agility and strength. Those who couldn’t fight played equally crucial roles—preparing meals, crafting armor, and ensuring that shelters were built for the warriors arriving from different packs.The war was coming, and every single person was doing their part.I stood near the training grounds, watching as Caius, Elias, and Ronan instructed warriors on battle formations. Beta Orion was on the other side, leading a group in close combat training. My father observed from a distance, his sharp eyes scanning the fighters as if assessing each one’s strengths and weaknesses.Caius caught my gaze and gave me a small nod before dodging a strike from one of the warriors. He countered effortlessly, his body moving with lethal precision. My heart swelled with pride.
LUCIENThe black crystal pulsed faintly, its core swirling with a darkness that even I, a disciple of the shadows, could not fully comprehend. I ran my fingers over its jagged edges, feeling the raw energy thrumming beneath my touch. A sinister presence seeped from within, connecting me to the distant whispers of my master—the Dark Lord.‘He had done it again.’Despite Grimhowl’s heightened security, despite their so-called “precautions,” another crystal had been planted deep within their lands. Hidden in the very foundation of their walls, it absorbed every word spoken near it, feeding me their plans like a constant, dripping stream of knowledge.I leaned back in my chair, the dim candlelight flickering across the stone chamber where I sat. The crystal sat atop a carved pedestal, its surface shifting as though alive. I smirked. “Fools,” I muttered. “No matter how hard they fight, they will never see what lurks in the dark.”Closing my eyes, I let my mind attune to the crystal, allowi
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
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