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
LUCIENTwenty-five years ago, everything changed. I was a promising young wolf, destined by my own ambition to take my place as Alpha in our pack. My sister Seraphina had been the chosen heir, but when she renounced her claim and left the pack, I believed that our father, Alpha Thoren, would finally see fit to crown me as the new leader. I was not prepared for what happened next.Instead of giving me the throne, Thoren reaffirmed his position as Alpha. I was left with nothing but bitter disappointment and a sense of betrayal. I had sacrificed so much and built my reputation within the pack, only to be cast aside. In the days that followed, I found myself wandering away from the camp, too ashamed and angry to face my people.I eventually found myself at a nearby river, its cold, clear waters reflecting a bleak sky. I sat there for hours, letting the chill of the water and the cold night air numb the searing pain of rejection. As I stared at the river, I noticed something unusual: half-
LUCIENValenwood.For years, it had been a ghost of a memory, a place buried beneath layers of magic and secrecy. A sanctuary hidden from the world, impenetrable to those who did not know its paths. But I knew them. Every trail, every clearing, every hidden passageway that the elders thought would keep their precious haven safe.They underestimated me.Even now, as the protective enchantments wove their illusions to obscure the pack’s presence, I walked through the forest with certainty. The scent of the land, the familiar rustling of the trees—it all remained the same. The magic tried to confuse, to shift the terrain and lead me astray, but I was Valenwood’s son once. It could not deceive me.And I had a reason to return.Celeste.Her name alone brought an ache to my chest, a reminder of something I had lost long before I even realized it was mine to claim. My mate. The one destined to stand by my side, to tether my soul in a way no other ever could. And I had left her.When I first
CELESTEI never intended for it to go this far.When I first reunited with Lucien, I thought fate was giving me a second chance at something I didn’t know I wanted—a mate. The bond, undeniable and powerful, wrapped around my heart like ivy around a tree, slow and steady until it was too tight to break free. I tried to deny it. Goddess knows, I did.Lucien was dangerous. I knew what he did. I knew what he became. But I also knew who he was before the darkness took hold of him. I had seen glimpses of that man in the quiet moments—when he looked at me with regret in his eyes, when he touched my hand as though he didn’t deserve to. That man still existed… somewhere deep within him.At least, that’s what I told myself.I didn’t know about the black crystal. I swear it. When I agreed to spy on Valenwood on Lucien’s behalf, I thought I was doing it to protect my people. To keep the remaining members of the pack alive. To make sure that if Lucien ever did go too far, I’d be there to stop him.
CELESTEThe moment Lucien’s fingers left my shoulder and we stepped back into the shadows, the mask I wore crumbled. Not the physical one—I still bore the cold, unreadable expression I’d learned to maintain—but the one inside. The one that tried to convince me I could live with this. With him. With betrayal.But I wasn’t here to serve Lucien.I was here to save him… or at least, what was left of him.And to uncover everything I could before it was too late.I slipped into the winding halls of the old stone fortress Lucien now called home. A corrupted stronghold deep within the Blackvale Mountains, where twisted magic lingered in the very air. The walls whispered secrets at night—literally. Sometimes I could hear the moans of spirits, and sometimes… screams.The scent of blood and dark magic clung to the stones like rot.But I kept moving.‘You shouldn’t have come back with him,’ my wolf grumbled from within me, her voice a growl in my mind. Her name, Bialyx, had come to me during one
TOBIASThe scent of pine and fresh earth filled the morning air as I walked the worn path toward the Valenwood Pack House. Birds chirped in the trees, and the wind rustled softly through the leaves—but none of it settled the weight pressing down on my chest.Preparations were going well. Our warriors were training harder than ever, our scouts remained vigilant, and the alliance between Grimhowl and Valenwood had never been stronger. Yet… something didn’t feel right.I couldn't shake the gnawing sensation in my gut, the whisper of something just beyond my reach. Call it instinct. Call it age. But I’d led long enough to know—peace before war always felt wrong.I tightened my grip on the leather scroll in my hand, containing the final defensive formations we planned to implement before the full moon. Lira and Caius’s bond had given the wolves a renewed purpose, a spark of hope. But hope without caution was dangerous.I was nearing the side garden near the eastern wing of the Pack House w
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