LOGIN🐺ADRIAN🐺 "Hello, brother." He said, his voice echoing in the silence. "Did I disturb your sleep?" The words hit me like a physical blow, and I felt my hands clench into fists at my sides. My body was screaming with every movement, the moon weakening me with every passing second. I could feel the cold sweat on my skin, could feel the way my hands were shaking, could feel the way my vision was blurring at the edges. Every breath was a struggle, and I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped animal. The ground beneath my feet felt unsteady, and I could feel the fatigue settling into my bones like a heavy weight. I walked forward, my footsteps slow and deliberate, my eyes locked on Azrian's face. He was standing in the middle of the path, his arms spread wide, his body swaying slightly as if the effort of standing was almost too much for him. "You look weak, brother." Azrian said, his voice dripping with mockery. "The blood moon suits you. It makes you look almost
🪷ISORA🪷The moment Adrian said Azrian's name, I was fully awake. There was no grogginess, no slow transition from sleep to consciousness. My eyes snapped open and I was sitting up in the bed before I even realized I had moved, my heart pounding against my ribs, my body already responding to the danger I could feel in the air. The sheets were tangled around my legs, and I could feel the cold sweat on my skin from the nightmare that had woken him, the nightmare that had made him scream, the nightmare that had left him shaking and pale beside me.Adrian was standing at the window, his back to me, his shoulders rigid, his hand still holding the curtain aside. The blood red light from the moon spilled into the room, casting everything in shades of crimson and shadow. I could see the tension in his spine, the way his muscles were coiled like he was ready to spring into action, and I could feel the fear radiating off him like heat from a fire. He was terrified, and that terrified me. His h
🐺ADRIAN🐺I was ten years old again.The blood was warm on my hands, dripping from my fingers and pooling on the stone floor beneath me. It was thick and sticky, and I could feel it drying on my skin, cracking as I curled my fingers into fists. The smell of it filled my nostrils, metallic and sweet, and I could taste it on my tongue, copper and salt. Dead wolves surrounded me, their bodies twisted and broken, their eyes open and staring at nothing. The silence was the worst part. After the screams, after the chaos, there was nothing but the sound of my own ragged breathing and the slow drip of blood falling from my hands onto the stone.I recognized some of them. There was Marcus, who had taught me to hold a sword when I was five, his kind eyes now empty, his mouth frozen open in a silent scream. There was Lena, who had braided my mother's hair and always saved me an extra piece of bread at dinner, her body crumpled against the wall, her apron soaked red. There was old Thomas, who ha
👿AZRIAN👿The night I ran from my castle, I had nothing left.My army was scattered across the forest floor, their bodies cold and still, their blood soaking into the earth like a dark offering to a goddess who had never loved me. My allies were captured or dead. My mate was in my brother's arms, marked and claimed and gone forever. And my body was broken, the white wolf's light still burning through my chest like a brand that would never fade. The wound had not healed in the days since I escaped. It wept and burned and pulsed with a pain that made every breath a battle, every movement a fresh agony.Pain had never meant much to me. This one carved itself into my bones.I had been running for days, maybe weeks, I had lost count. The forest was a blur of trees and shadows, of cold nights and hungrier mornings. I moved from one cave to another, never staying long enough for Adrian's patrols to find me. They were out there. I could hear them in the distance, their boots pounding against
🪷ISORA🪷The morning light was soft and golden, filtering through the curtains and casting warm shadows across the bed. I was lying on my stomach, my face pressed into the pillow, my body heavy and sore and completely spent. Every muscle ached, and there was a deep, pleasant throb between my thighs that reminded me of exactly why I could not move. The sheets were tangled around my legs, and I could feel the marks on my skin where his hands had gripped me, where his mouth had claimed me.Adrian's arm was draped across my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his breath warm on my neck. I could feel his heartbeat against my skin, slow and steady, and I smiled into the pillow. His fingers were tracing lazy patterns on my hip."I cannot feel my legs." I mumbled into the fabric.His arm tightened around me, and I felt his lips press against the back of my shoulder. "You asked for HARDER." His voice was low and rough with sleep, a lazy growl that sent a shiver down my spine. I could fe
⚡️GARRICK⚡️The night air was cold against my skin as I walked toward the dungeon, my boots heavy on the stone path, the sounds of the feast still echoing faintly in the distance. The pack was still celebrating, their laughter and music drifting through the night like a reminder of everything I was trying to avoid. I had left the ceremony early, slipping away while everyone was distracted, because I could not stand to be in that space any longer. Not with her there. Not with the bond pulling at me like a chain wrapped around my chest.I had been avoiding Olivine all night. I had seen her at the feast, laughing with her sisters, her green eyes bright and her dark hair falling in waves past her shoulders. She had looked at me once, just once, and I had felt the bond flare so hot that I had to look away. I could not do this. I could not let myself want her. I had been down this road before, and it had ended in nothing but ashes. The memory of Selena's face, the way she had smiled at me,
🪷ISORA🪷I pulled the blanket up higher and wrapped it around my body before I reached for the shirt, because I was not going to give him what he was waiting for and I was not going to pretend that I didn't know exactly what he was doing, sitting in that armchair watc
🪷ISORA🪷My eyes opened slowly, reluctantly, like my body had made a separate decision from my mind about whether it was ready to rejoin the world and my mind had been overruled.The first thing I registered was the softness. I was lying on my stomach, my cheek pressed into something that felt not
🐺ADRIAN🐺Seeing that dead wolf was not normal.The moment my fingers touched its cold fur, the curse tore through me like a wildfire.Pain.Blinding, excruciating pain that started in my chest and spread outward until every nerve ending in my body was screaming.Killian
🪷ISORA🪷I waited thirty more minutes before making my move.My mind kept circling back to what I'd heard Beta Garrick say earlier.Medicine...full moon. Adrian is sick?What kind of sickness required medicine and had something to do with the full moon?I filed it awa







