FAZER LOGINDid he just speak?
The thought ran through him like a wildfire spreading through the shagani forest. He stared at those crimson eyes that stared back, confused yes. Who wouldn’t be? Caierre just blunted out the word mate to a stranger that he knew nothing aside from the fact that he was supposed to kill him. How ironic! “Alpha!” A lady with ginger wavy hair spoke as she urged the pack warriors to get the alpha. “Who are y…” The creature growled before passing out on the ground, leaving a thud sound. The lady rushed to where his body that slowly transformed back into his human was. “I’m here, my love.” She cooed at him softly, like a mother rocking her baby to sleep. The scene alone made Caierre confused, he stared at them with no emotions in his heart. ‘That’s our mate,’ his wolf, who had never been awakened, said. ‘Push her off our mate’ ‘Mate?’ Caierre scoffed. ‘Spare me the lies’ ‘It’s not a lie, you felt it too’ his wolf pushed back. ‘Go back to the depth which you came from’ Caierre shot back. ‘He’s the enemy, nothing more’ Caierre didn’t realize that he was glaring at the Alpha who laid down unconscious, when the lady’s eye snapped at him. “You!” She stood up on her feet and walked towards him to give him a slap. “Why are you glaring at him like that?” Caierre felt a sharp sting on his right cheek, for a moment he was stunned to speak. Different emotions ran through him so fast that he couldn’t decide on which one to speak, instead he slightly lowered his head trying to calm his temper. “Who are you?” She asked, her hazel eyes looking like they could pierce his heart if he wasn’t careful enough. “I…..” Caierre tried to let out a word but no word could come out from his lips. How was it possible? He had just said mate a few moments ago but now, he couldn’t let out a word. ‘The moon goddess is punishing you for not acknowledging your mate” The mini Caierre with a spiky horn said, biting his nails and blowing it off. Not this again! “The moon goddess is so generous that she does not result in such petty tricks” the one with a halo argued back, the two miniatures of him resulted in an argument with each side claiming that they were correct. Caierre sighed. ‘What should I do?’ He tried to think but nothing came to him, he dropped to his knees in defeat and bowed his head down at her. “Esmeralda, the young man is mute” Another lady said, walking in with a pack of she-wolves that were dressed identical. “Mute?” Esmeralda scoffed. “He’s not mute, he’s only pretending to be.” “He is, my lady” the wolf who was giving him and other healers a tour of the Silvermark citadel chimes in. He earned a glare from the young lady, who looked like she wanted to behead him any moment soon. “Stand to your feet, young man.” The other lady which Caierre had concluded to be the kind one said. “Fetch the healers, and guards take the alpha to his chambers” “Yes, Princess Dana” the pack warriors said as they carried the high alpha into the big building that was behind them. “Princess Dana, you’re too kind and that makes you prey to be used by men with evil intentions” Esmeralda glared at Caierre, who at this point was getting tired of being in the middle of this woman's verbal fight. “I suggest we lock him up till the Alpha awakens” Esmeralda eyes darted to Dana, then back at the pack General. “Then he will decide what to do with this filth” “I agree too, princess Dana.” All it took was Esmeralda batting her lashes at the general to get his support. “After all, we know nothing about his background and he may be related with some evil sorcery” “The alpha fainted in his presence, that only gives room for suspicion.” Princess Dana sighed and nodded her head in approval to what they had just said. It was useless to argue, especially when the other parties had gained supporters from the Alpha’s warriors. “Instead of the prison, lock him up in one of the rooms.” Princess Dana said. “After all, he’s a guest healer and must be treated as such even if he is to be restricted.” “Yes my princess” Caierre was carried away and locked in one of the rooms at the Silvermark kingdom. The room smelled like lavender, Caierre noted. Lavender had always been one of his mama favorites. Being in this room, taking in the pleasant smell reminded him of memories that were too painful. Like him playing in mama’s room or him riding on papa’s back whenever he took young Caierre out on his daily runs. It had been a blissful life once but right now, that happy facade is shattered and the only thing on his mind right now was to complete his goal. To kill the Silvermark High Alpha and escape from here with Adrian, but he always expected the worst of it, that he might die alongside with the alpha. ‘Cai’ Adrian's voice came through the mind link, though it wasn’t clear enough but still Caierre could understand him. ‘Adrian, how are you? Did they feed you? Did they harm you? Are you safe?’ Those questions rushed out before he could stop himself. ‘I’m fine, Cai, and yes I’m safe,’ Adrian chuckled. ‘You didn’t come to tell me you were leaving’ ‘Sorry about that’ Caierre tried stopping those little tears that were forming in his eyes, he was a man and men shouldn’t be seen crying. ‘The sooner I complete this mission, the sooner we can get that vineyard’ ‘Look at you…Now planning on settling down’ Adrian laughed. True though! A year ago Caierre’s wish had been to take revenge and after that he would follow in his parents footsteps to the next life, but now what had changed? Nothing really! That was still his wish, but right now it would wait till Adrian had gotten his vineyard. At least then he would gladly die without any regrets. 'Cai, are you still there?’ Adrian asked, snapping Caierre back to reality. ‘Yeah I am’ He said back, the doors to the room were pushed open. Caierre's eyes snapped to see who opened the door, a man with full beards and a scar running through his eyes glared at him. Caierre's first instinct was to grab his blade but he was far from it, and the man looked like he could out run him or overpower him with just a single touch. “You’ve been summoned to the pack council, Filth.”The council room had emptied, leaving Esmeralda alone with the lingering scent of ink, wax seals, and old stone. The torches along the walls flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the maps that sprawled across the table. The maps themselves were her playground, her tools, each line and symbol a potential weapon or leverage point. Her fingers traced the borders of Silvermark’s territory, the minor packs surrounding it, the roads, the rivers, and the hidden valleys. Each line sparked a calculation, a possibility, a plan that only she could see.Her thoughts drifted, as they often did, to her past. She could still remember the night her pack fell. The snow had been thick, muffling the sounds outside until the first screams shattered the silence. Her father’s voice calling her name, the sound of claws and teeth, the fire that swallowed their home… She had tried to protect her mother, tried to shield her siblings, but the invaders were relentless. She had watched as her parents we
The candlelight in the council chamber had long since faded, leaving the room bathed in the faint glow of moonlight spilling through the high windows. Shadows danced over the walls, twisting and stretching like silent observers, as if the chamber itself were listening to the whispered plots that still hung in the air.Esmeralda sat at the head of the table, her fingers intertwined, eyes fixed on the darkened window, but her mind was not on the moonlight. It never was. It was on every move, every player, every thread that could be manipulated to bring Silvermark crumbling into her hands.Her uncle, Elder Herold, leaned against the edge of the table, arms crossed, watching her with the patience of someone who had guided her since childhood. He had raised her after the Silvermark Alpha’s pack had taken everything from her—her family, her home, her life. And now, he remained the one steady piece in the chaos of her plotting. Yet even he could not see the full scope of her mind. She liked
The council chamber smelled of wax and aged wood, a quiet tension hanging over the long oak table where the members had gathered. Candlelight flickered, casting long, wavering shadows across the walls and the faces of the wolves who served her loyally—or at least, who believed they did. Esmeralda’s fingers tapped lightly against the polished surface, her mind moving faster than her lips could ever speak. Every detail mattered. Every expression counted. Every pause was a trap.Her uncle, Elder Herold, sat across from her, hands clasped and eyes calm, though she could feel the anticipation thrumming beneath his composure. He had always been her guide, her advisor, the one who had raised her when the world had abandoned her. And now, like always, he was a pillar she could lean on—but she could not let him see how much she leaned. Not completely. Not yet.“Alpha Vaelthorn is faltering,” she began, her voice low but commanding, carrying easily through the room. “He has yet to catch his sis
Esmeralda stood alone in her chambers, staring at her reflection in the tall bronze mirror beside the window. The light from the afternoon sun crept in slowly, touching her pale skin and the dark silk of her gown, but it did nothing to warm the coldness inside her chest.Her fingers tightened around the edge of the table as memories pressed against her mind like unwanted guests. No matter how many days passed, the image of Princess Dana still lived in the corners of her thoughts, sharp and unforgiving.She did not regret what had happened.Not truly.Regret was for the weak, for those who hesitated. Esmeralda had never been weak. She had learned long ago that power was never given freely, it had to be taken quietly and without mercy. Princess Dana had stood in her way for too long. Always watching her. Always correcting her. Always reminding her that she was nothing more than a lady of the court and not the queen she believed she should be.Dana had seen too much.And that was her gr
Fredrick did not like running errands in daylight.Darkness hid sins better. Darkness made men like him feel less seen, less judged. But Esmeralda had asked him to go now, not later, and when Esmeralda asked for something, Fredrick obeyed without question. His loyalty to her was not gentle. It was sharp. It was dangerous. It was the kind of devotion that did not ask whether something was right or wrong. It only asked whether it pleased her.He pulled the hood of his cloak lower as he left the inner paths of the pack and moved toward the forest road that led away from the main settlement. The path to the abandoned cottage was narrow and forgotten, swallowed by tall weeds and cracked stones. Few wolves traveled that way anymore. It led to nothing but rot and silence.Which made it perfect.Fredrick’s boots crushed dry leaves as he walked. The wind whispered through the trees, brushing against his cloak like curious fingers. His mind, however, was far from the forest. It was with Esmeral
The forest pressed close around them, shadows crawling over every branch, every broken root. Alvar’s chest rose and fell like a bellows, each breath thick with smoke and sweat. His eyes flicked to every movement, every rustle in the undergrowth, but his mind refused to let him think about the attackers alone. It was Caierre. Always Caierre. The healer who had stood behind him one moment and vanished the next, swept away into the chaos of smoke and fire, leaving only the memory of his sharp, distant eyes.Alvar’s fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword, leather biting into his palms. “I cannot… I cannot let him—” His teeth ground together. He stopped the words before they could escape. The council’s rules, the laws of Silvermark, all the duty and honor he had wrapped around himself like armor, did not matter now. Nothing mattered except the image of Caierre standing on that cliff edge, cornered, surrounded by enemies. Alive, or dead. He could not know. And that uncertainty







