AriaIn that moment, I realize that I can't run from this. I can't hide away in the safe harbor of Silverfang and pretend none of this is happening.This is my fight now, my burden to bear. For the sake of my unborn child and the future of our entire species.With grim determination, I straighten my spine and meet Tamara's haunted gaze. "Then we find another way. We gather allies, resources. We do whatever it takes to protect my baby and stop Callum before it's too late."Her eyes widen, a flicker of hope sparking to life in their stormy depths. "You mean...you'll fight him?"I nod, a leaden weight settling in my chest. "I don't have a choice. If I don't stand against him, no one will. And my child will be lost to his twisted ambitions."It's a terrifying prospect, the idea of facing down the male I once loved above all others. But I know in my bones that it's the only way forward.For better or worse, the fate of the werewolf world now rests on my shoulders. On the tiny, innocent lif
CallumDarkness consumes me, wrapping its inky tendrils around my heart and mind until all that remains is a twisted obsession. The prophecy beats within my skull, pulsing in rhythm with the malevolent force that now guides my every action.I crave power, hunger for it like a starving beast. The ancient words promise untold strength to the one who controls the fated child - the key to ruling over all packs, bending them to my will.And that child grows now in Aria's womb. My heir, my blood. The instrument of my ascension.Aria. Even now, her name stirs something in me, a flicker of the love we once shared. But it's buried deep beneath the layers of madness and ambition, a fading ember drowned out by the raging inferno of my new purpose.She is nothing to me now but a means to an end. A vessel to carry my legacy and deliver me the power I crave. And I will have her, one way or another.The dark force thrums in agreement, urging me onwards. With my loyal warriors at my back, I set out f
AriaI drift slowly into consciousness, the world a blurry haze as my eyes flutter open. The soft light of the infirmary greets me, its warm glow chasing away the lingering shadows of my dreams.I try to sit up, but my body protests, a deep ache radiating through my muscles. I wince, biting back a groan as I struggle to rise.Suddenly, strong hands are there, gently guiding me upright. I look up into Elijah's face, his dark eyes filled with relief and tenderness."Easy," he murmurs, his touch reassuring and warm against my skin. "You've been through quite an ordeal."Memories rush back in fragmented pieces - the confrontation at the border, Callum's crazed desperation, the searing pain in my belly. I shudder, pressing a hand to my stomach."The baby...is it...?""The baby is fine," Elijah assures me, his fingers twining with mine. "Tamara checked you over herself. You just need rest."Relief crashes over me, so intense it steals my breath. I sag against the pillows, hot tears pricking
AriaI wake with a start, my heart pounding in my chest as a sense of unease washes over me. The events of the previous day come rushing back - the confrontation with Callum, the weight of the prophecy bearing down on my shoulders.I dress quickly, my hands shaking as I fumble with the fastenings of my tunic. I need answers, need to find a way to unravel the tangled web of secrets and lies that surround my unborn child.But as I step out of my room, I find Elijah waiting for me. His expression is grim, his arms crossed over his broad chest. The air around him crackles with barely suppressed anger."We need to talk," he says, his voice low and controlled. "About your little visit to the dungeons."I freeze, my heart stuttering in my chest. How does he know? I thought I had been so careful, so discreet."Elijah, I can explain," I start, but he cuts me off with a sharp gesture."Explain what? How you went behind my back? How you put yourself and our child at risk by confronting that madm
AriaThe morning air is crisp and cold against my skin as I step out of the packhouse, a shiver running down my spine. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to ward off the chill, but it's not just the temperature that has me trembling. It's the knowledge of what's about to happen, the weight of the choice I'm about to make.Around me, the Silverfang pack assembles in silence, their faces grim and their eyes haunted. I can feel their tension, their anger, pulsing like a living thing in the air between us. They're gathered here to witness justice being served, to see the male who betrayed us all finally face the consequences of his actions.But as I watch Callum being led to the makeshift platform in the center of the clearing, his hands bound and his head bowed, all I feel is a sickening sense of dread. This isn't justice. This is vengeance, plain and simple. And no matter what he's done, no matter how much he's hurt me... I can't let it happen.I can't let them kill the father of my c
Aria I can't take it anymore. The whispers, the stares, the suffocating weight of their judgment pressing down on me from all sides. It's like I'm trapped in a cage of my own making, the bars forged from the twisted remnants of my once unshakable loyalty. I thought I could handle it. Thought I could weather the storm of their anger and betrayal, could hold my head high and stand firm in the face of their condemnation. But with every passing moment, every accusing glare and muttered curse, I feel myself crumbling. Fracturing into a million jagged pieces, sharp enough to cut me to the bone. I have to get out of here. Have to escape the stifling confines of the packhouse before I suffocate beneath the weight of my own guilt. So I do the only thing I can think of. I shift, letting my wolf burst free in a rush of fur and fang and desperate, primal need. And then I run. I don't know where I'm going, don't have any destination in mind beyond away. Away from the pain, the confusion, the
AriaThey roll across the forest floor in a blur of motion, claws and teeth flashing in the dappled sunlight. Blood spatters the leaves, the coppery scent of it thick and cloying in the air.I know I should do something, should throw myself between them and put an end to this madness before one of them winds up dead. But I can't seem to make myself move, can't seem to do anything but watch in mute horror as the two males I love most in this world try to tear each other apart.It's Callum who falters first, his weakened body no match for Elijah's savage strength. He stumbles, his flank laid open by a vicious swipe of claws, and Elijah presses his advantage with a snarl of triumph.And then his jaws are closing around Callum's throat, and the world seems to freeze in a single, crystalline moment of perfect, terrible clarity.I know in that instant that I am about to watch the father of my child die. That I am about to lose him forever, just when I had finally begun to hope that we might
AriaI'm frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as I stare at Elijah's battered face. His eyes are hazy, clouded with pain and confusion, and I can see the questions burning in their depths."Aria," he croaks, his voice rough and broken. "What... what happened?"I swallow hard, my mind racing as I try to find the words. How can I possibly explain the horror of what just transpired? The madness in Callum's eyes, the cruel twist of his lips as he threatened to take everything from me?But even as I open my mouth to speak, a sudden realization hits me like a bolt of lightning. Elijah doesn't remember. The fight, the betrayal, the sickening crunch of bone and flesh... it's all lost to him, swallowed up by the haze of pain and exhaustion.And in that moment, I make a decision. A split-second choice that will change everything, that will set me on a path from which there may be no return.I take a deep breath, my voice trembling with feigned fear and distress as I begin to weave my tale."It