LOGINLIAM
Sitting atop a hill together, William was relishing in the peaceful view and sounds from the water hitting the base of the hill in waves while I was Lamenting about the female prisoner.
“I’m not sure why she’s still alive. If she really is such a threat, we should have executed her on sight” I lamented while fishing for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket.
“If we had killed her off already, those who sent her would just keep sending more people. The investigation process is neccessary and you know that” Willaim responded.
“I know you love seeing executions, but you my friend” he said poking a finger at Liam’s chest “reek of impatience” he walked down from the hill absentmindedly tossing a lighter into Liam’s hands.
“How does he always know when I need a lighter?” were the only words I could utter after being frozen in shock for almost two minutes from William’s comeback.
He took out a cigarette attempting to light it but the flame kept sparking with low light and burning out quickly so he tipped it over to check the gas volume only to find it empty.
“How delightful” I let out a frustrated scream as he stormed off the hill.
I had been on the general road to the palace until I caught a glimpe of Williams in the bushes.
“Oh I get it Mr. Stealthy” I chuckled.
“Come on! let’s go back together” I spoke absentmindedly with a hand gesture signalling to follow. I kept walking but there was no response nor were there any steps following behind me.
After realizing that I probably went unheard, I stopped and went back to the point I had seen him to call unto him again.
On approaching, I noticed William having what seemed like a secret conversation with a masked individual. I slowed down my pace and became the stealthy one, mounting my claws to stay on guard. Whatever was happening seemed shady and I refuse to allow myself get caught unaware.
I stood behind a tree from a plausible distance and eavesdropped on the conversation.
“Keep them at bay until the time is right” the masked person said before dissipating into the wind.
“William! I was calling out to you!” he walked out from my hiding spot wadding through the bushes as though I were trying to navigate the area.
“I saw you from a few feet away and thought it’d be better if we just head back together but you weren’t answering. It even looked like you were talking to someone” I tried to sneak in my allegations and test the waters.
“All that nicotine has finally started to affect your senses” William scoffed. “I’ve been on my own since I left you”.
“Then why are you taking the bushes rather than the actual road?” I asked.
“It seems you’ve forgotten that we work directly under the alpha and so our lives are in just as much danger constantly. Why would I
make my daily life an obvious pattern for potential enemies to track?” William spoke in a dismissive manner as he walked ahead.
“We’ll you’re not wrong about that” Liam trailed off.
The main puzzle in Liam’s mind comprised of five important questions:
One: Who was the masked man?
Two: What was his affiliation with William?
Three: What did he mean by “When the time is right”?
Four: Why was William hiding the whole interaction
Five: Could William still be trusted?
My current dilemma was if I should present this to the alpha and find a proper time to start investigating. But having worked together for so long, William already knew most if not all his tactics so it would be easy to pick up that there was any suspicion regarding him from my end.
They both came to a halt and looked upwards. Staring them down were the golden gates of the palace. Entry was granted upon presentation of identification but there was a form of familiarity between the staff so they knew each other and used it as a means to grant easy access.
Within the palace, there were two main areas, the palace town which consisted of a network of stone bricked buildings where multiple items were sold, staff chambers and other hidden compartments of the palace area situated underground.
Beyond this was the palace proper surrounded by its own personal barricade system with guards stationed anywhere the eyes could see.
Upon entry, a short dark bald man hurried towards us in a frenzy.
“For fur’s sake where have the two of you been?” he complained with a defeated expression.
“I was looking all over but to no avail” he continued complaining like a confused rabbit.
“We stepped out for some urgent business” William cleared his throat and answered. This was the default lie we gave to unsuspecting staff when we snuck away from the distress associated with our work.
“Right” he stretched out the word in an unbelieving tone.
“Well I was meant to relay a time conscious message to you from the alpha. You were meant to have a meeting about an hour ago and he seemed very adamant about whatever it entailed but as established, you were both absent” he scoffed.
“My instructions were to find you both and now, yours is being accountable for these past few hours of unreachable absence. I hope you have convincing stories because he’s still as furious as when he gave me the first order” he continued talking, ending with a worried tone.
“Oh please! We’ll be fine” Liam scoffed”
“If anything goes wrong, your head goes first” William grumbled.
Whatever was being set in motion, Liam knew with grim certainty that it centered on the girl locked beneath the palace.
A long walk that included multiple turns and stairs later, we made it to the front of the alpha’s study.
“No! Just save it” the alpha spoke with a washed over wave of frustration “Where is the girl?”
RAELThe fortress stopped sleeping. Not fully, not the way a place should when night falls and guards settle into routine. Instead, it hovered in a state of watchfulness, like an animal that had sensed a predator but couldn’t yet see it.Every corridor felt too alert. Every torch burned a little brighter than necessary. And Lyra sat at the center of it, whether she wanted to or not.I stood on the Eastern rampart long after midnight, eyes fixed on the forest below. The moon hung high and sharp, its light clean and unforgiving. Wolves patrolled in uneven patterns now, no longer trusting habit. I’d ordered the routes changed twice in a single day.Patterns invited attention. And tonight, the world felt like it was paying attention. Footsteps approached behind me.“You’re going to wear a hole through the stone,” Liam said, stopping a few paces away.“I was hoping,” I replied, “that it might give.”He snorted softly, then sobered. “Reports just came in from the river packs.”I didn’t tur
LYRAThey moved me before sunrise.Not dragged, but escorted with a carefulness that felt worse than chains. The guards didn’t meet my eyes. Neither did the servants who passed in hushed clusters, whispering behind their hands as if I were something half-feral that might lunge if startled.The room they gave me was higher this time. A tower chamber overlooking the eastern forest, wide windows carved into pale stone, iron-latticed but open enough to let the wind through. It smelled of cold air and pine resin.A vantage point, not a prison. That distinction mattered to Rael. It mattered less to me.The pendant lay warm against my skin, no longer burning, but never cold. A constant reminder like a pulse I couldn’t ignore.I stood by the window as the sun crested the horizon. The forest below shimmered with early light, dew clinging to leaves like scattered stars. Somewhere in that green expanse, wolves were waking with fear lodged in their chests, bonds fraying like old rope.And it was
LYRAThe moon wouldn’t stop staring.It hung too low in the sky, swollen and luminous, as though it had crept closer while no one was looking. I felt it every time I breathed, there was an awareness pressing against my ribs, patient and relentless.Watching. Waiting.I sat on the edge of the bed, fingers dug into the blanket to steady myself. Since the infirmary, the light beneath my skin hadn’t fully faded. It no longer flared wildly, but it moved—slow currents tracing unfamiliar paths, like something learning the shape of me.The pendant lay heavy against my chest. Not burning but listening.A soft knock came at the door.“Come in,” I said, though my voice sounded smaller than I liked.Rael entered alone this time. No guards. No healers. No council shadows lingering behind him. He closed the door carefully, as if sealing us into a space the moon itself couldn’t breach.“They’re convening again,” he said without preamble. “At dawn.”I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
RAELThe fortress woke screaming.Not with voices—with bells, boots on stone, the low thunder of wolves pacing behind walls too small to hold them. The Eastern watchtower rang first, then the southern gates. By the time the sun crested the hills, messengers were running so fast they forgot protocol.Lyra’s light had not faded by morning. It pulsed behind the curtains of her chamber, slow and rhythmic, like something breathing where breath did not belong. The healers wouldn’t meet my eyes when I demanded answers.“She isn’t ill,” one finally said, fingers stained with herbs and ash. “Her body is…responding.”“To what?” I snapped.The old healer swallowed. “To the moon.”That should not have been possible.By noon, the council reconvened. Not in ceremony, but panic. Armor was discarded. Robes were wrinkled. Elder Cian stood apart from the rest, hands folded so tightly his knuckles had gone white.“The Fracture has reached six packs,” said Captain Mora. “Mated pairs collapsing mid-shift.
RAELThe world turned silver the night I found her, silver and something colder. The kind of light that hums in the bones and makes you feel like you’re constantly being watched was what shone upon us.Lyra’s body lay sprawled on the grass, her skin glowing as though she’d swallowed moonlight. Meanwhile the guards I had sent ahead were on their knees, their wolf forms burned away by a force they couldn’t name. Grown warriors shivering and trembling in fear like pups before thunder.“What happened?” I demanded.They only shook their heads, they were consumed by fear and shame. One of them still had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, another muttered prayers to Luna, the goddess of the old packs but no one would meet my eyes.When I knelt beside her, her glow dimmed. Her breathing was shallow but steady and her pulse strong. The pendant she wore, a dull crystal strung on leather, cheap looking at first glance was now blackened at the edges, as though it had passed through fire
LYRAThe dreams came again.I woke with a gasp, my heart hammering against my ribs in a fast paced manner, the smell of ash and the glow of moonlight in this dreadful place weighing heavily on me. My pendant burned faintly against my chest, its light pulsing rhythmically with the pain in my temples.I’d stopped trying to understand these dreams. Each one blurring the lines between memory and nightmare. A silver field, a woman falling, a chorus of wolves howling until their voices shattered into silence. And me, standing in the middle of it all, unable to move, unable to breathe for reasons I still cannot comprehend.The cell was colder tonight. The torches outside glimmered low while their smoke curled into thin choking ribbons. I could hear the guards talking down the corridor but something felt off. They weren’t supposed to be here this late.I sat up slowly, rubbing my wrists in preparation for whatever. My skin beneath the shackles felt raw and numb. I tried to focus on the famili







