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 growl continued rumbling from Caierre's chest long after the clearing had fallen silent. Every soldier stood frozen. Every hunter. Every horse. The sound seemed to vibrate through the earth itself. It wasn't merely anger. Caierre could feel the difference. The wolf wasn't reacting the way it normally did when threatened. There was no hunger in this rage. No desire to hunt. No excitement at the thought of bloodshed. This was something else entirely. Protectiveness. Possessiveness. Fear. Not fear for itself. Fear for Alvar. The realization unsettled Caierre almost as much as it unsettled the soldiers surrounding him. The wolf wanted Alvar safe. Desperately. Violently. The creature would tear apart anyone who stood between them if it had to. That should have comforted him. Instead, it only made him more aware of how little control he actually had. Because every day the line between his emotions and the wolf's emotions became harder to distinguish. At first he co
The growl continued rumbling from Caierre's chest long after the clearing had fallen silent.Every soldier stood frozen.Every hunter.Every horse.The sound seemed to vibrate through the earth itself.It wasn't merely anger.Caierre could feel the difference.The wolf wasn't reacting the way it normally did when threatened. There was no hunger in this rage. No desire to hunt. No excitement at the thought of bloodshed.This was something else entirely.Protectiveness.Possessiveness.Fear.Not fear for itself.Fear for Alvar.The realization unsettled Caierre almost as much as it unsettled the soldiers surrounding him.The wolf wanted Alvar safe.Desperately.Violently.The creature would tear apart anyone who stood between them if it had to.That should have comforted him.Instead, it only made him more aware of how little control he actually had.Because every day the line between his emotions and the wolf's emotions became harder to distinguish.At first he could tell the differenc
Caierre did not understand why the wolf was afraid.That realization bothered him more than Lady Morwen's appearance.The creature feared almost nothing. It had charged armed warriors without hesitation. It had torn through trained fighters as if they were made of paper. It had faced silver weapons, fire, and overwhelming numbers without showing the slightest sign of concern.Yet the moment Lady Morwen appeared, something changed.The wolf became restless.Uneasy.Almost cautious.Caierre felt the emotion clearly through the tangled mess their minds had become.Morwen noticed it too.Of course she did.The woman seemed to notice everything.She sat calmly atop her horse while soldiers spread out behind her. None of them rushed forward. None of them raised their weapons. They simply waited, watching him with wary expressions.The hunters who had cornered him moments earlier looked relieved by the arrival of reinforcements.Caierre felt the exact opposite.His instincts screamed at him
Caierre's heartbeat accelerated as the hunters continued spreading through the trees. There were six of them now, maybe more hidden farther back among the shadows. They moved carefully, weapons raised and eyes fixed on him, clearly aware that one wrong move could get them killed. The sight should have reassured him. It should have reminded him that they feared him.Instead, it only made him feel worse.Because they were right to be afraid.The wolf paced restlessly inside his mind, watching the hunters the same way a starving predator watched wounded prey. Every movement they made seemed to draw its attention. Every nervous glance. Every tightened grip around a weapon. Every heartbeat.Caierre could hear those heartbeats.That was the part he hated most.He shouldn't have been able to hear them.Not from this distance.Not this clearly.Yet each pulse echoed inside his ears like a drum.The wolf loved it.The creature drank in every detail with eager anticipation.One of the hunters s
Alvar knew they were close.The certainty had settled into his bones hours ago and refused to leave. Every step through the forest strengthened the feeling. The mate bond remained damaged, far weaker than it had once been, but it was still there. Every now and then emotions slipped through the connection like water through cracked stone, brief flashes that vanished almost as quickly as they appeared.Fear.Exhaustion.Confusion.And beneath all of it, the constant presence of the wolf.Alvar had stopped trying to convince himself otherwise.Something impossible had happened that night in the clearing. Whether it was the curse, the mate bond, or something far older than either of them, the result remained the same. Caierre was carrying the burden that should have belonged to him.The thought haunted him.He had spent years learning how to survive the madness. Even then, there had been nights when he nearly lost himself completely. Caierre had been thrown into that nightmare without war
Adrian had not slept in two days.Not because he lacked the opportunity. His warriors had stopped several times throughout their journey, making camp whenever exhaustion threatened to slow the march. Fires had been lit. Watches had been assigned. Food had been prepared. The men under his command had rested whenever they could.Adrian had done none of those things.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the same thing.A lake stained with blood.An ambush that should never have happened.A trap that had been carefully planned.The memory lingered like poison.Someone had known where Alvar was going.Someone had known exactly when to strike.That realization bothered him more than the attack itself.The enemy had not acted blindly.They had known too much.And that meant one thing.There was a leak.The thought followed him as he rode at the front of the column. Behind him, warriors from several smaller packs marched through the forest, their armor glinting beneath the afternoon sun. Som
“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
Alvar knew the village would haunt him for a long time.Even after they left it behind and continued following the trail, the images refused to leave his mind. Burned homes. Blood-soaked streets. Bodies lying where they had fallen. The destruction had looked fresh, as though the village had only re
Caierre did not remember leaving the village.One moment there had been screams, smoke and chaos. The next there had only been silence, and now he was running through the forest with no clear destination in mind. His massive paws tore across the earth while trees blurred past on either side of him.
“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







