LOGIN“Fuckers!” Theo roared as gunfire erupted around him.He rushed forward, heart pounding, only to freeze when a scream tore through the air behind him. He spun around and his blood ran cold.Two more massive brown wolves stood where there had been nothing moments ago. Their bodies were huge, muscles rippling beneath blood matted fur, eyes glowing with savage intelligence.Gunshots thundered through the clearing, loud enough to ring ears and shatter nerves. Hunters fired wildly, shouting, screaming, praying as bullets tore through the air. But the wolves kept coming. It felt endless, like the forest itself was vomiting them out.Sweat poured down Theo’s face as the two wolves charged him. He lifted his rifle and fired, the recoil jarring his arms. The first shot missed its head. The second struck the other wolf in the hind leg, making it stumble with a furious snarl.The uninjured wolf leapt.Theo dove to the side, rolling hard against the dirt. He yanked a pistol from his belt and fire
“Motherfucker.”One of the hunters spat the curse as he bent over a bloodied, lifeless body sprawled across the forest floor. He nudged the corpse with the toe of his boot, his face twisting in open disgust as he took in the torn flesh and unnatural form.“So they really are shape shifters,” he muttered, lips curling. “This is what they look like underneath all that skin.”He spat on the body and kicked it hard in the ribs, the dull sound echoing through the clearing.“Easy,” another hunter said with a low chuckle as he walked up beside him, a gun resting loosely in his hands. “You do not want its blood splashing all over your boots. That shit does not come out easy.”His eyes swept the trees as he spoke, alert despite the joke. “Stay sharp. We do not know how many of them are still crawling around out there.”The two men turned and joined the rest of the group gathered in the clearing. Every one of them was smeared with blood, some of it their own, most of it not. Their clothes were
“What do you mean, here?” my mother asked. Her lips trembled, the color draining from her face as fear finally caught up to her. “What happened to the rest of you? How did they cross the borders?”Those were the same questions burning through my mind. Why was he alone. Why was he covered in blood. How did the hunters breach our defenses so easily. The only answer that made sense twisted my gut painfully. They were looking for someone.“They are all dead, Luna,” the young lad said. His voice cracked and tears spilled freely down his cheeks. “They took us by surprise. None of us saw it coming. One moment we were patrolling and the next we were surrounded. Some of us fought back and were killed. Others were captured alive. I only escaped because I ran. I was the only one who made it out.” His shoulders shook violently as he finally broke.“My brother,” he choked out. “They killed my brother.”The words hit me like a blow to the chest. Pain bloomed, sharp and unforgiving. I had sworn to p
Dominic’s PovMy chest rose and fell in uneven breaths as I stood in the middle of the wreckage. Shattered glass crunched beneath my boots. Clothes lay torn and scattered across the floor, splintered wood littered the room, and loose papers drifted wherever the air had carried them. It looked like a storm had passed through. Maybe it had. Maybe that storm was me.My fists clenched at my sides as I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my wolf down before it could claw its way to the surface.“Stupid. Stupid,” I muttered, pressing my forehead against the wall before slamming it again in frustration. “You should have stopped her.”My knuckles met the stone with a dull thud, pain shooting up my arm, but it did nothing to quiet the chaos inside my head. She was gone. Mirelle was gone. Not hiding, not running for a few days. Gone for good.I could not track her. Could not feel her presence. Could not find even the faintest trace of her scent. And the worst part was that she had left the phone beh
“Are you suggesting that I betray my best friend and my Alpha?” Dante asked, his fists curling tightly on the table as he locked eyes with the elder. His voice was low, controlled, but the fury beneath it was unmistakable.He could not wrap his mind around it. What the council was proposing was treason, plain and unforgivable. They were scheming behind Dominic’s back, daring to plot the downfall of their own Alpha as though loyalty meant nothing. If Dominic ever found out, there would be blood. And Dante’s friendship with him would be shattered beyond repair.What they were asking of him was unthinkable.They wanted him to turn against the only brother he had ever known. To strip Dominic of his title, his authority, his life if it came to that. And Luna Isolde? The thought of her alone made Dante’s chest tighten. There was no way she would sit by and allow such betrayal. Beneath her softness lay a lethal force, and treason was never forgiven. Never.Elder Morrison did not look the lea
Present. “Lock him up,” Dominic said coldly. “Do not let him escape until he opens his mouth.” The guards obeyed at once, yanking the blindfolded man up from the chair and dragging him across the stone floor toward the darker end of the dungeon. His muffled protests echoed briefly before fading into silence. Dante followed Dominic out of the dungeon and stopped a few steps behind him. He studied the Alpha’s back closely, his sharp eyes missing nothing. Dominic stood rigid, shoulders tense, hands clenched at his sides. Something had deeply unsettled him. That much was obvious. He wondered who the Alpha was so desperate to protect that he had ordered a man dragged into the cellar without hesitation. Whatever it was, it was not small. Dominic never acted without reason, and he never let emotions cloud his judgment. Not like this. He wanted to ask. He wanted to demand answers. But he knew better. If Dominic did not wish to speak, no one could force him to. Still, the unease gnawed at







