LOGINSilver Claw had been waiting. The hours passed in a tense, fragile silence every warrior alert, every ally prepared, every heartbeat tied to one hope, Jeremiah would succeed. Inside the pack house, Eliana stood near the central hall, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of the wooden table. The bond between her and Jeremiah had been restless ever since he left, not broken but uneasy. Gabriel watched her from across the room, saying nothing. He didn’t trust this silence. And then the doors burst open. A guard rushed in, breathless, panic clear in his eyes. "Alpha Gabriel!" Every head turned. "The Lycans—" he gasped, struggling to speak, "the Lycan army has crossed the borders. They’re advancing toward Silver Claw. It’s a full attack!" The room froze. For a second, no one moved. Eliana’s heart dropped. "No," she whispered. Her mind rejected it instantly. Jeremiah wouldn’t— But the evidence stood before her. An army. An invasion. Again. Her eyes hardened, pain fla
The gates of the Lycan Kingdom opened under a sky heavy with storm. Jeremiah stepped inside alone. No royal escort. No war drums. No announcement. Only silence followed him the kind that spreads when a kingdom senses something is wrong. The guards at the entrance stiffened the moment they saw him. "My King—" one of them began, relief flooding his voice. "We were told you were missing. The Queen—" "I know what she was told," Jeremiah interrupted, his voice calm but carrying an authority that instantly silenced them. He didn’t stop walking. Behind him, whispers began to rise. The King has returned. He’s alive… But beneath the relief… there was tension. Because something about him had changed. Inside the grand hall, Hyna stood near the throne, her fingers gripping the armrest tightly. Days. He had been gone for days. No trace. No scent. No body. For the first time in years, uncertainty had crept into her carefully controlled world. "Search again," she snapped at the kn
Eliana was still leaning forward, her hands trembling slightly against Jeremiah’s chest where the last traces of dark magic had faded. The silver glow around her fingers flickered then slowly dimmed.For a heartbeat nothing happened.ThenA sharp inhale.Jeremiah’s chest rose suddenly beneath her hands."Eliana" Kevin stepped forward instinctively, but Gabriel raised his hand, stopping him."Wait."Jeremiah’s fingers twitched.Slowly… painfully… his eyes began to open.At first, they were unfocused clouded, like someone waking from a deep abyss. His breathing was uneven, his body still weak from the spell that had nearly claimed him.But thenHis gaze found her.And everything stilled."Eliana…" His voice was barely a whisper, rough and broken, as if dragged back from somewhere far too dark.The moment shattered her composure.Tears rushed to her eyes, spilling freely as she let out a shaky breath. "You’re awake…"She didn’t realize when her hand moved to his face, holding him as if
Jeremiah lay motionless on the cold stone floor, his once-mighty aura reduced to a faint, flickering thread of life. The spell Hyna had unleashed was meant to kill Eliana, not to silence him into this terrifying stillness. But magic, when born of desperation, rarely obeys its caster. Hyna knelt beside him, her fingers trembling as she pressed her palms against his chest. Dark runes glowed beneath her skin, crawling up her arms like living ink. "Wake up," she whispered sharply. "Jeremiah… this was not how it was meant to happen." She began chanting again, voice echoing against the chamber walls. The air thickened, smoke curling from the sigils carved into the ground. Her magic lashed outward, searching for the fracture point of her own spell. Nothing. Jeremiah did not stir. His Lyca, powerful, ancient, feared across kingdoms remained sealed beneath layers of enchanted paralysis. The wound at his side, though no longer bleeding, pulsed with corrupted magic that refused to dissol
Her boots dragged against gravel. Her hands trembled. Tear tracks streaked her cheeks, drying in uneven lines. Jeremiah’s scent still clung to her and something deeper that only she could recognize. The moment the gates opened, the guards stiffened. "Alpha" one of them began, then froze at the sight of her face. Within seconds the alert traveled through the mind link. Gabriel was already halfway down the steps of the pack house when she reached the courtyard. "Lia." His voice wasn’t Alpha-commanding. It wasn’t controlled. It was a father’s voice. Behind him came Ethan, Aiden, Mark, and Nathan. Their scents shifted instantly , protective, angry and worried. Gabriel stopped in front of her, his large hands hovering before finally gripping her shoulders. "Who did this?" His eyes darkened dangerously. "Tell me." Eliana tried to speak, but her throat tightened. The image replayed in her mind , Hyna’s magic slamming into Jeremiah’s shield the crack of power splitting t
Hey Readers! Firstly, I would like to apologize for not updating regularly and making you wait this long. I was stuck in something. From Monday onwards, I'll update regularly.
The throne room of the Lycan Palace was dim, lit only by tall blue flames that flickered against the stone walls. The flames were her touch, Arctic fire, cold enough to freeze bone and bright enough to illuminate every flaw in the room… and every flaw in the man standing before her. Timothy. The
Stella sat on the edge of the long strategy table, her eyes fixed on the parchment in front of her. Stacey paced back and forth like a storm trapped in a small room. Mark leaned against one of the tall stone pillars, arms crossed, but his jaw was tight. Nathan stood closest to the open balcony, wat
Gabriel was seated at the desk, flipping through patrol reports with Nolan standing nearby, when the line buzzed again persistent and deliberate. He glanced at the caller ID. Timothy The muscles in Gabriel’s jaw tensed automatically. Kimberly, seated by the window reviewing paperwork, looked up
"How was the meeting?" Kimberly asked as soon as Gabriel entered the room. "It was good. Lycans are not going to use cheap tactics again. " He said in a tired voice. He plopped on the bed beside her and put his head on her chest. Kimberly started moving her fingers through his hair. "Tired?"







