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 news reached them before the group had finished counting their wounded. More messengers arrived within the hour, each one carrying a worse account than the last—packs crossing borders they'd respected for generations, villages burning under torches lit in the name of a threat that had already died beneath Asterion's shattered plaza."Some blame the Mad Wolf's return," one runner reported, breathless, kneeling before the Warden and the gathered group alike. "Others have heard rumors of what happened at Vaelor. They blame the two of you directly. They believe you woke whatever's been tearing through their lands."Caierre felt the words land like a physical blow. "We didn't wake it. We ended it.""They don't know that," the old man said, grim. "And even if they did, I am not certain it would change anything at this point. Fear rarely waits for accurate information before choosing where to point itself."Alvar's jaw tightened. "Then we go correct it. In person, if that's what it takes
He woke slowly, the world returning to him in pieces—cold stone beneath him, Alvar's arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, the distant sound of shifting rubble somewhere beyond his closed eyes. When he finally opened them, the sky overhead had gone pale and gray, ordinary morning light filtering weakly through the shattered ice ceiling far above what remained of Asterion.The silence hit him before anything else did.He reached inward on instinct, the way he'd done a hundred times over the last several days without ever fully realizing he was doing it—searching for the low, warm presence that had lived behind his ribs since the pass, the grief and grumbling wisdom and quiet, protective warmth that had become as familiar to him as his own heartbeat.There was nothing there.Not silence in the way a held breath is silence, full of something waiting to speak. Empty silence. Absence, complete and total, like a room he'd lived in his whole life suddenly stripped of every piece of furnit
The light was already tearing everything apart when Fenrir spoke again, his voice steady despite the chaos ripping through the collapsing chamber around them."There is one truth I have not told you yet," he said. "Destroying the curse fully requires more than your choice alone, Caierre. It requires the first soul ever bound to it to willingly release the hold that has kept it tethered all this time. I am that soul. I am the beginning of everything this bloodline reached for and broke."Caierre's stomach dropped. "You mean you have to—""Let go," Fenrir said, gentle despite the violence tearing at the world around them. "Completely. Not simply step aside and watch you finish what your ancestors started. I must release what remains of myself into the unraveling entirely, or the curse will only fracture, not end.""No." Caierre grabbed for him, desperate, fingers closing around an arm that felt solid and real despite the storm of light and shadow raging on every side. "There has to be a
The city trembled harder, and this time it didn't settle back into stillness. Cracks spread across the sunlit sky overhead, thin fissures of black bleeding through the blue like ink dropped into water, and Fenrir's voice, when it came again, carried an urgency that hadn't been there a moment before."There is more truth you need before you choose," Fenrir said. "I have kept it from you, out of shame more than caution, and I no longer have the luxury of that shame.""Tell me," Caierre said."The curse was never an accident born of desperation alone," Fenrir said. "That much of what you were shown in the earlier trial was true, but incomplete. Vaelor's first rulers—your ancestors, generations before the king you watched sacrifice himself—did not stumble into forbidden magic through simple curiosity. They sought immortality. They believed that if they could bind my power fully into the royal bloodline, they could make that bloodline endless. Rule without succession. Rule without the fear
The seal closed around them the moment they stepped through, sealing off the plaza, the roar of battle, and the failing light of Asterion in a single silent instant. Caierre braced for darkness, for cold, for the crushing weight of whatever ancient prison had been waiting to finally consume the last of its captivity.Instead, he found himself standing in Vaelor.Not the ruins. Not the broken, buried streets they'd wandered through days ago, nor the burning chaos the trial had shown him during the king's final night. This was Vaelor whole, untouched, exactly as it must have looked before any of the horror had ever begun—sunlight warm over pale stone rooftops, streets clean and quiet, the distant, ordinary sound of a city simply existing without grief attached to a single stone of it."Where are we?" Alvar asked, his hand still locked tight in Caierre's, both of them turning slowly to take in the impossible stillness surrounding them."I don't know," Caierre admitted. "It doesn't feel l
The creature struck at the bond itself.Caierre felt it happen before he understood what was being done to him—a cold, invasive pressure sliding into the space between him and Alvar, not attacking either of them directly but reaching for the connection stretched taut between them, trying to pry it apart the way a crowbar finds the seam in a locked door."Something's wrong," Alvar gasped, staggering, his grip on Caierre's hand suddenly the only thing keeping either of them upright. "It's inside the bond. I can feel it trying to—""Pull us apart," Caierre finished, breathless, the pressure building sharp and cold behind his own ribs. "It's trying to sever us instead of taking me directly."~~The creature's voice rolled through the plaza, low and satisfied. "If I cannot claim what belongs to me while it hides behind a connection I never sanctioned, then I will simply unmake the connection instead. A bond is a fragile thing, little heir. Easier to break than you would like to believe."I
‘It smells like sewers’That was the first thought that came to Caierre’s mind as he slowly opened his eyes. The room was almost pitch black except the little light that found its way through the half sized window.He touched his head that was spinning, his body felt like he was hit with a brick. A
“That was the last of them, Alpha.”Another lifeless wolf dropped to the ground just like the rest that has been in this tavern. The smell of blood was heavy in the air, mixing with the burnt scent of spilled ale and broken wood. It wasn’t the first time his attackers had tried to assassinate him,
“State your name, barbarian” Caierre shrugged, opening his bag sack and handing them his name plaque. Adrian let out a chuckle, moving forward towards the wolf warriors that stood by the gates to the Masbrook. “He can’t speak,” Adrian explained to the soldiers. It was true though, after witnessin
“State your name, barbarian”Caierre stared at them with hatred in his eyes. Barbarian that’s what they call him but who turned him into this? It was on his thirteen birthday when the Wulfren plains were invaded. The brightest light he has ever seen spread across the trees that surrounded the ashb







