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Crossroads of Destiny

Author: K. Kennedy
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-18 12:23:45

The next morning, the forest seemed less like a sanctuary and more like a cage. The trees that once whispered comfort now stood like silent sentinels, watching, waiting. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something ancient had awakened beneath their roots, and it was reaching for me.

I moved through the woods with cautious steps, Nyx prowling inside me, her senses sharpened and ready. The pack was restless too — whispers of the curse fluttered through the camp like dry leaves in the wind. No one said it aloud, but the tension was thick enough to taste.

I clenched my fists, trying to push the doubts away. I wasn’t just Elena Blackthorne, the girl who got rejected by her mate. I was a daughter of the Ashfang Pack, a wolf who carried the blood of ancestors who had fought and survived far worse than this.

But the question still lingered, gnawing at me: How do you fight a curse you can’t see?

Mara met me near the edge of the clearing, her eyes dark with worry. “There’s been word from the el
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  • Beneath the Howling Pines   Before the Storm

    The sky was the color of iron.Storm clouds gathered on the horizon, but no rain fell—only wind, hot and sharp as a blade, sweeping through the trees like a warning. The air buzzed with static, and the scent of pine was thick enough to choke on.Something was coming.And every bone in my body knew it.“Again,” I barked, catching Mara’s blade with mine and twisting hard to the left.She grunted, recovering quickly. “You’re gonna break my damn wrist.”“Better mine than your neck,” I shot back.We moved fast—strike, parry, duck, pivot. The ring of steel-on-steel echoed through the clearing. Around us, warriors practiced in rotating shifts, sweat and magic heavy in the air.The pack was readying itself.And so was I.I was no longer training as the Alpha’s daughter, or even as Silas’s mate. I trained because I had to lead. Because people would die if I failed.Because the curse wanted me alive—but only so it could wear my skin.“Break,” Mara called, stepping back and sheathing her trainin

  • Beneath the Howling Pines   A War of Blood and Bone

    I didn’t return to camp until the sun was high.By then, the pine shadows had thinned and the air carried that heavy stillness I’d come to associate with approaching storms—not weather, but war.The warriors watched me when I stepped past the perimeter. Not with suspicion. With expectation. Word had spread. Elena and I had sealed the bond. The cursed wolves had come to our border. And everyone was waiting to see what I would do next.What I would become.Elena wasn’t in the clearing. She was training somewhere, or maybe running—she always ran when she needed clarity. And if she’d seen what I saw last night in my cousin’s eyes… I didn’t blame her for staying gone.Because I wasn’t the same man she kissed at the spring.Not anymore.I headed straight for the elder lodge. The guards parted without a word, and the door creaked closed behind me like the forest itself was holding its breath.Elder Kiera looked up from a map strewn across the center table. Elder Ronin stood beside her, arms

  • Beneath the Howling Pines   The Shadow I Was Born From

    Elena didn’t follow me when I left the spring.I think she needed time.I needed it too.Because now that the truth was out—raw and jagged between us—I could no longer pretend I didn’t know what had to be done.The curse had used us as a key.And I’d left the damn door unlocked.I moved deeper into the forest, past the Ashfang perimeter where the wards were thinnest. Not because I wanted space—but because I needed distance to think. To feel. To remember what I was before her.Before hope got involved.My wolf paced beneath my skin, tense and watchful. He hadn’t spoken since the bond was sealed. Not truly. But now he stirred.You know what they’ll ask of you, he said.I clenched my jaw. “I know.”Would you do it?I didn’t answer.Because we both knew what he meant.If it came down to choosing between saving Elena… or destroying the bond to starve the curse—Would I do it?Would I survive it?A twig snapped behind me.I spun, claws half-formed, but the figure who emerged from the mist w

  • Beneath the Howling Pines   The Truth in His Blood

    We didn’t speak for hours after the vision.Not because I didn’t want to.Because Silas didn’t know how to begin.The tension between us had solidified into something hard and cold, something that pressed against my ribs every time I looked at him and saw the flicker of guilt in his eyes.But eventually, just after dusk, he asked me to meet him by the old stone spring on the western edge of the territory. A place sacred to our kind. Where the first Ashfang wolves were said to have made their blood vows.A place of truth.He waited for me there, sitting on the edge of the stone ring, arms resting on his knees, eyes cast toward the water’s reflection.I sat beside him, the cool night air threading around my shoulders like a cloak.For a long time, neither of us said anything.Then, finally, he broke the silence.“I didn’t go scouting,” he said quietly. “Not really.”I nodded. “I know.”He didn’t look at me.“I went to the ruins. To what’s left of the Blackmoor estate.”I waited, breath

  • Beneath the Howling Pines   The Silence Between Us

    There was something wrong with Silas.He didn’t say it. He didn’t have to.I could feel it.Not through words, not even through the mate bond—not exactly. It was in the pauses between our conversations, in the way he looked at me like he was trying to memorize something he’d never see again.Like he was preparing for something I wasn’t being told.At first, I told myself I was imagining it. Stress. Training. The cursed wolves are breathing down our necks. But by the third time he flinched when I reached for him, I stopped pretending.He was keeping something from me.“Hey,” I said one afternoon, as we finished sparring and stood beneath the pine canopy, sweat glistening on our skin and breath clouding the air. “Talk to me.”Silas hesitated, jaw clenched. “About what?”“Don’t insult me,” I snapped. “You’ve been quiet since the bond sealed. And not the normal, brooding-rogue-wolf kind of quiet. The something’s wrong and I’m pretending it’s not kind of quiet.”He looked away.That was an

  • Beneath the Howling Pines   The Things We Don't Say

    I crossed back into Ashfang territory just after sunrise.The mist clung to the forest like it didn’t want to let me go. Cold soaked into my bones, but it wasn’t from the night chill—it was from the words Malric had left me with.You and Elena… are the vessel.The curse didn’t want to kill the bond. It wanted to use it.The thought gnawed at the edges of my mind the entire way back, even as my wolf kept pacing under my skin, restless and uneasy. Every step closer to her made it worse.Because I didn’t know how to tell her.Didn’t know if I should.When I reached camp, the others were already up. Warriors sparred in the clearing. Elders paced the perimeter like anxious crows. The air was tight with preparation, thick with anticipation.Elena stood at the center of it all.She was giving orders—direct, clear, confident. The way the others listened to her now… it was different. Not just out of respect. Out of trust.She wasn’t just the Alpha’s daughter anymore.She was becoming a leader.

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