Immediately Elena stepped off the train, the falling rain carried a damp frost that pressed against her skin. She fished out her phone, the grip of worry already tightening in her chest, and rang Marcus.“How is Lyra doing?” Elena asked, her voice sharp with fear.Marcus froze on the other end of the line. His throat locked tight. He held back, unwilling to pierce her with the truth just yet, so he forced it past clenched fangs of truth, “Lyra is still in surgery.”The second the call dropped, Elena was already in motion. Her instincts, sharp as fangs, pushed her to move without pause. Without slowing, she wove through the humans waiting for taxis and slid into the first car.The driver shot her a sharp look, about to lash her with words, But at the sight of her tears glinting raw and the storm of desperation blazing in her gaze, he bit back his scold. Elena’s lips parted, her voice trembling as the hospital address spilled out. The driver silenced himself, then drove forward with a s
Someone sniffed out Elena’s micro howling scroll. Now, angry messages clawed at her screen.“Spawn of a rapist,” one read.“Trafficker’s pup,” another growled.The venom stung, but Elena didn’t flinch. Derrick was right. The pack of showbiz wolves would use this heat to stir chaos. She knew the show runners would twist the story, dragging her through the mud to boost the program’s numbers. Let them try. The more eyes on her, the faster she would strike. This was her hunt, and she was ready.After bathing, Elena dropped her phone on the night table and climbed into bed. She clicked the light off, letting darkness wash over her. But the silence was cut short. Her phone vibrated.She squinted at the screen. Lyra’s name flashed across it. A wave of unease swept over her.She placed the phone to her ear.“ Lyra …”“Elena, it’s me.” The voice wasn’t Lyra’s. It was Henry. His tone was tight, breath short. “It’s about Lyra … she’s been in an accident.”The air in Elena’s lungs turned cold. He
Just thinking about Drake using her photo to keep Cassandra in place, Elena let out a dry chuckle."Pah! What a lowborn mutt!" Calista spat out, her lips curled in disgust."Truly, rogues like him don’t deserve to breathe our pack's air!""In matters like this, it’s always the she-wolves who suffer!" Calista growled again.None of the older pack members asked more about who Elena really was. Instead, they bared their fangs in harsh words against the filthy male.Elena turned her gaze to the glowing box on the wall.On the Pack's Territory Broadcast, the old she-wolf, Mrs Monroe, was snapping her jaws, hurling insults like venom. Dominic, the host, coughed twice to stop her, his voice calm, “After our team visited many dens, we confirmed that Nathan’s mother is truly gone…”Before he could finish, Victoria howled over him, her claws tapping the desk.“But Nathan’s grandfather still lives!” she barked. “He only had one cub, Nathan’s mother! Now that she’s gone, the old wolf is alone! Th
"Connecting to Family/Bloodline" aired every full moon night, sharp at 9pm, from the Pack’s territory broadcast station. It streamed wide across all social media.The guest wolf in the latest run had shoved Lady Cassandra down the pack’s spiral cliff, stirring the air with heavy whispers. The scent of curiosity spread across pack lines even before the show aired.Another story, that of a youngling born of an abducted she-wolf trying to trace her mother’s whereabouts, tugged hard at hearts. This story had the blood of watchers pulsing with need to know more.Even before it aired, the viewer count howled past every past episode, with everyone logging in from the three main social media on the web, trying so hard to watch it live.But Elena didn’t know any of this.By the sixth sunrise of the week, Elena crossed paths with Professor Gauis, the elder scholar of the Northern Pack, known for his calm nature and strong gaze.The professor took Elena deeper into the roots of the academy where
Motionless as moonlight, Elena’s eyes glinting with hurt locked upon the screen’s cold glow. She left the request untouched. She only replied with words sharp and distant:No need, please throw it away. Thank you.She shut the device with trembling fingers, resting her head against the frosted pane, seeking comfort in the cold silence. The dim light from the train cabin cast shadows over her pale face. A white bandage wrapped around her head, the mark of recent wounds from the crash. Still healing, but already choosing to walk away.For years after awakening from the accident that stole her voice, Elena chased a shadow. She believed that what she wanted most was the love she felt when she was still a pup. A time when her pack felt whole and the world smelled of blooming roses. But now she knows.True happiness was not made for omegas like her.She clung to a promise once shared by two souls. But for two long years, she carried it alone. She was tired. Her heart couldn’t carry it anym
Dr. Raven's voice came slow and heavy, like a tired growl. Her sigh hung in the air as he spoke."The lady's father dropped to his knees in front of me," Dr Raven said. "Said if his daughter didn't make it through the surgery, her mother wouldn’t survive it either. He begged me to save her life with all I had."Silence settled before he added, voice low."But even with all the healing hands we had, the girl didn’t survive the cut. And not long after... her mother followed her to the grave."The call recording cut off, leaving the pack of listeners stunned.Dominic turned his wolf-gaze on Nathan."After our digging, it’s true," he said, voice firm. "Your mother has crossed over, just like Lyra told you."He took a step back and waved toward the stage."Today, we invited a close one... your mother’s old friend, Lyra. She’s here to share a tale that’s been buried too long."The pack crew helped bring Lyra forward. She stood at the center of the stage, where the light hit her face.Her vo