✓ Riya
While I looked around the room, my eyes caught a figure and I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth. ___ Nathaniel was there, grinning from ear to ear. He approached me, and my breathing set about getting caught in my throat with every step he took forward. “Wandering around, young lady? Or are you trying to flee?” He reached me and pinned me to the wall, his hands held up in a Kabedon. He leaned in closer, staring into my eyes, his breath warm on my skin. He saved no room for escape, even if I wanted to. My eyes locked with his gray eyes, with my heart thumping so loudly I could almost hear it, and then I was struck with something- like a tiny spark at the back of my head. Maybe not, maybe more than just a spark. Like a volcano, erupting and finding its way into my loud heart. I tore my gaze from his eyes, and they landed on his rosy lips. Then, without much thinking- like under a huge hypnotism- I kissed him, and surprisingly, he kissed me back- more intensely. While our lips were still locked, a realization snapped at my brain- - Nathaniel was... was my mate. The comprehension took me aback, and I jolted out of my trance, while his hands were still roaming about my body, making their way up to my thigh. As soon as I collected myself, I pushed him off me and bolted out of the room, down the stairs, and across a large ballroom. I ran without looking back, my body seemed to have forgotten its pain as I fled. Out into a bustling street, I stopped running, and started limping alongside the road, supporting myself with the walls on the side while getting weird stares. How I got past the guards in that house eluded me. I just knew I fled and I was out- out of breath, and in agony. I inched towards a dark alley, and then decided to take a rest. I dropped to the floor and rested my head onto the wall, panting as my breathing slowed into a wheeze, while my mouth was as dry as a sheet. Resigning to fate, I was almost closing my eyes, when a hand tapped me. I jumped and tried to get up, but the hand pinned me down. I looked up and it was Howie from Brandon. Sweat covered me, and the hairs on my body started to rise. He dragged me up and pushed me down on my knees. I dropped to the floor, moaning. The patches on my wounds were loosened and the pain was becoming unbearable. He hauled me up, kicked me in the stomach, and down on my knees once again. I coughed out blood, my stomach churning at the pain. Someone began to clap, and I raised my head up to see Brandon approaching out of the shadows with lots of men-in-suits escorting him. He approached me, cackling and squatted before me. Then, he grabbed my chins, his nails digging into my skin, while he puffed tobacco smoke on my face. “Look who we have here, everyone! Who, if it isn't this old man’s runaway infamous bride-to-be?!” “I told you we would get her soon, boss." Howie said, proudly. “Oh, Howie! What would I do without you, boy?” Brandon said, straightening. Howie chortled, excitedly, and kicked me again on my back, while I fell on my face to the floor and went limp. “Come on, are you tired now? We are just getting started. If only you've been a good girl from the start. Now, see all the trouble you’ve encountered. Oh, dear.” “She looks so horrible.” My stepmother chimed in as she came out from behind the Brandon's squad with Ama, and stood beside Brandon. “I bet this is the best day of my life, Mom!” Ama squealed excitedly. I couldn't believe my eyes. My heart leaped with joy. Maybe if I could get through my stepmother she would help me this time. Resolved, I tried to get up, but dropped back to the ground. I concluded I couldn't move anymore, yet I needed to do something- anything to get me out of the mess. “Oh, she's crawling now!” Ama said, and began to laugh hysterically. “OMG! OMG! This is killing me, Mom!” “Thank God you are here, Mother. Please, help me. Just this once, and I would never ask anything from you again.” I grabbed my stepmother's legs, but she kicked my hands off. “Mom, I didn't know I'm now sisters with a pig’s auntie!” Ama giggled. Then, she crouched, grabbed my hair, and whispered. “It's over now, Riya. I won. Again.” Ama started to stand, but I pulled her down, and she stumble and fell down on her back. I mounted all of my remaining strength and jumped on her, grabbing her hair. “If anyone comes near me, I'm going to rip her hair out! Don't dare me!” The men started coming towards me, and I became flustered. “I am not kidding! Back off!” The men as though they hadn't heard my instructions rushed at me all at once, yanked me off Ama, and started beating me. I could feel more than a few ribs breaking in my body. Who was I stalling for? “What the heck do you think you're doing?!” A familiar voice echoed through the alley, and everyone paused. “Who dares to intrude—” Brandon started turning towards the intruder, and then gasped after he finished making the turn. “Oh, my Lord!” Like a tamed dog, Brandon scurried over to the intruder, cowering. The bouncers also stopped assaulting me, and suddenly went quiet. Surprised at the turn of events, I looked around at everyone, with my droopy eyes. Fear was written all over their faces. Then, I shifted my aching body, so as to see who had gotten everyone fidgeting. It was Nathaniel. And, he was striding towards me in all his glory. He pulled me up as soon as he approached me, and I tripped, falling hard onto his chest, but he stiffened, while his heart pounded wildly against my ears. My heartbeat raced wildly- so was my wolf, who I've come to know to only be a lover girl, not a fighter. “Come hold her, Maria.” Nathaniel called out to Maria who had escorted him. His voice was so icy that I shivered. Maria came and held a shawl over my shoulders, patting my back. “It's okay. You're safe, now.” She helped me to the wall and I sat on the ground. She sat with me, and I turned to face her. “I'm so sorry I misunderstood you, Maria. I found myself in a strange room… got scared and I didn't know what to do… I’m just truly sorry.” “It's fine. We're good. I'm glad you're okay.” “Thank you, Maria. I'm Riya, by the way.” I said and rested my head on her shoulder. She smiled at me, took my hands in hers, and patted them. Nathaniel grabbed Brandon by his collar, and pushed him up against a wall. “How dare you touch my woman?!” Everyone gasped at Nathaniel’s words. “I didn't know… She was… She was your woman… Alpha Nathaniel.” Brandon stammered amidst choking, his face red and bloated. My heart skipped a beat, and I snapped my head off Maria’s shoulder. I stared at her, eyes widened and mouth agape. The man who I had come to know to be my mate- was the Alpha of my Pack— Alpha Nathaniel Dark wood--✓Kiergan The sun refused to rise. At least, that’s what it felt like. The sky overhead remained stained in a bruised twilight, the horizon bleeding with crimson streaks as if the earth itself had suffered a wound. No birds chirped. No breeze stirred. Everything was frozen—watching, waiting. I stood by the edge of the cliff where the owl had spoken to me, its final words echoing like a curse in my bones: “You must choose between loyalty and destiny.” And now, every breath I took tasted like ash. Joanna stood behind me, silent. She hadn’t asked what the owl said—hadn’t needed to. She knew something had shifted inside me. The others were still asleep, curled into the broken shelter we’d crafted from tree limbs and earth-rooted rocks. But my mind was elsewhere. “Do you think the Moon Goddess sent it?” I asked without turning around. Joanna’s voice came low and hoarse. “The owl?” “No. The message.” She hesitated. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t always speak in riddles… but when
✓KierganI never thought pain could be this clarifying.The forest burned behind us. Every breath I took carried the scent of smoke, ash, and blood. Thane leaned heavily against me, his shoulder torn open from our last encounter with the werewolf sentries. Joanna supported Akira, who had barely spoken since her vision had passed. She was pale, trembling, but her eyes shimmered with eerie light—wisdom far beyond her age.“Are we safe here?” Joanna asked, crouching beside a massive boulder, partially hidden beneath the roots of a crooked old tree.“No,” I answered honestly. “But it’s the best we’ve got.”We’d escaped the coven’s prison, but barely. And with Orion gone…I shook the thought. The memory of his sacrifice—his howl as the witches descended, his eyes locked on mine as he closed the gate behind us—still burned brighter than the fire around us.Joanna moved to check on Thane’s wound, her hands surprisingly steady. I knelt beside Akira. Her small frame curled like a leaf, but whe
✓ KierganThe ground beneath me shook—not with the force of an earthquake, but with something deeper. Something older.Thane was screaming. No—changing. His bones cracked like firewood as the curse from Tséyaa twisted him into something unholy. I tried to lunge forward, to reach him before it was too late, but invisible roots coiled around my ankles like serpents, locking me in place.“Thane!” I roared, the word tearing from my throat like a guttural command.His body spasmed. His eyes—once clear and sharp with loyalty—now shimmered obsidian. Veins of black fire crawled across his skin, turning him into a grotesque silhouette of himself. Wings, leathery and tattered, burst from his back, and horns began to sprout from his skull.“He made his choice,” Tséyaa whispered behind me, her breath cold against the nape of my neck. “Power has its price.”My fists clenched. I could feel my wolf scratching at the surface, howling inside my chest to be let out.Not yet, I told him. We need to see.
✓KierganThe smoke hadn’t even cleared before the grief settled into my bones like a frostbite that wouldn’t thaw.I stood there, trembling, eyes fixed on the spot where Orion had fallen—his blood still steaming on the scorched grass. His sacrifice had saved us. Saved me. And now, the guilt was clawing at my insides, more feral than any wolf that ever lived in me.“Move!” Joanna’s voice cracked, part scream, part sob. She was dragging Thane’s limp form away from the field, barely able to support his weight. Her golden hair was plastered to her face with blood and ash. “Kiergan, please!”But I couldn’t move. My feet were buried in the dirt like the roots of an ancient tree, and my mind screamed at me to run, to go back, to tear into the enemy again—even though they were all dead or scattered. All I could think about was Orion’s eyes, the way they had searched for mine in those final seconds, calm in the face of death.I failed him.Joanna screamed my name this time, not in anger but de
✓ KierganThe scream that left Thane’s mouth was unlike anything I had ever heard—not even the wolves howled that way. It tore through the air like a dying god’s roar, cracked and boiling with agony. His body convulsed under the black magic, limbs distorting and pulsing with unnatural light. His eyes, once amber and bold, now gleamed a sickly green, and his veins bulged like thorned roots beneath his skin.“Thane!” I surged forward, but the two guards—half-shadow, half-man—held me back with talon-like hands. My heart pounded, a war drum in my chest, as I watched my best friend collapse to his knees, claws erupting from his fingers, black horns curling from his head. Not wolf. Not man. Something… other.“What are you doing to him?!” Joanna screamed.The Head Witch’s voice came smooth and unbothered. “Fixing what should have never been broken. Power, dearest Joanna, always demands a shape. He offered himself, so I merely... reshaped him.”“You’re killing him!”“No,” she purred, “I’m fre
✓ KierganThe Head Witch reached me, crouching before me, and grabbed my chin, her sharp nails subtly digging into my skin. I winced quietly and tried to wriggle my head out of her grip, but my head remained still within her grip, unmoving. She was incredibly strong. She released my chin, and began to trace her finger across and about my face, her lips curved into a sinister smile. "You sure are a handsome one, little child. Just like I've been told." "What do you want with us?! Why are we here?" I asked, gritting my teeth to keep in check the repulse I felt as her fingers roamed my face. "You're at the right place, my darling." I scoffed. "I'm not dumb! Save that for your loyal dogs here!" She threw a slap across my face, and immediately took my cheeks between her palms, her eyes sympathizing, and sharp. Her hands were icy cold. "So sorry! So sorry, my darling." She said hurriedly, kissing her teeth, while she stood up, and began to walk back to her throne, her waist edging fro