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The Rising Tide

作者: V.C Wolf
last update 公開日: 2026-05-08 15:20:46

I woke to gray light.

The sky pressed low against the windows, heavy and colorless. The carved wolf sat on the sill, but even its familiar shape couldn’t chase away the chill that had settled into the room overnight.

Something felt wrong.

I dressed quickly and headed for the main hall. The usual morning sounds were muted—fewer voices, less laughter. Wolves ate in silence, their gazes drifting toward the windows as if expecting something to appear beyond the glass.

Beside me, Grey spoke low. “It
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  • Curse of the Moon's Bride    Before the Storm

    I woke before the sun.For a moment, I didn't move. The room sat in darkness washed faintly blue by the coming dawn, silent except for the distant creak of the old pack house settling against the wind.The carved wolf rested in my palm.I must have fallen asleep holding it.My fingers tightened briefly around the smooth wood before I set it carefully back on the windowsill. Pale light caught along its worn edges – soft, familiar.A reminder. Not of who I had been. Of who I'd survived becoming.I dressed quietly, pulling on dark leathers, fastening my blade at my hip. The gold at my wrist pulsed once beneath my skin – steady, awake.Outside my room, the pack house felt wrong in its silence.Not peaceful. Waiting.Wolves moved through the corridors with purpose. Weapons. Supplies. Bundles of bandages. Nobody lingered. Nobody laughed.Everyone knew.Today would decide whether everything we'd built survived.---I found Kael tightening the straps on his armor. Firelight carved shadows acr

  • Curse of the Moon's Bride    The Rising Tide

    I woke to gray light.The sky pressed low against the windows, heavy and colorless. The carved wolf sat on the sill, but even its familiar shape couldn’t chase away the chill that had settled into the room overnight.Something felt wrong.I dressed quickly and headed for the main hall. The usual morning sounds were muted—fewer voices, less laughter. Wolves ate in silence, their gazes drifting toward the windows as if expecting something to appear beyond the glass.Beside me, Grey spoke low. “It’s too quiet.”Before I could answer, Kael entered.His face was grim. The room stilled instantly.“A scout just returned,” he said. “There’s a large group of rogues gathering near the old mine. Fifty. Maybe more.”My blood turned to ice.“Are they coming here?” I asked.“Not yet,” Kael said. “But they’re close. And they know we’re here.”The silence that followed was worse than any shout.I met his eyes across the room. “Then we prepare.”---The council chamber felt like a battlefield before a

  • Curse of the Moon's Bride    Growing Pains

    I woke to raised voices.For one disoriented second, I thought I was back in the fortress – that sharp spike of tension, the instinctive rush of adrenaline clawing its way up my spine. But sunlight spilled warm and pale across my room, catching on the carved wolf sitting quietly on the windowsill. No smoke. No blood. No war.Just shouting.I pushed the blankets aside and pulled on my clothes quickly, the voices growing louder as I stepped into the corridor.The main hall was already crowded.Two wolves stood near the center table, facing each other with enough anger crackling between them to make the surrounding pack members keep their distance. One was Tomas, born and raised in our territory. The other was one of the refugees – a broad-shouldered man with tired eyes whose name I still hadn't fully learned."We had enough before you came," Tomas snapped, pointing toward the food stores near the kitchen. "Now everything's rationed."The refugee's jaw tightened. "You think we enjoy this

  • Curse of the Moon's Bride    The First Test

    Morning came the way it always did now – quiet, steady, unhurried.Sunlight slipped through the window, pooling across the floor and catching on the carved wolf where it sat on the sill. I reached for it without thinking, brushing my thumb over the smooth wood before setting it back in place. A habit now. A small anchor.Downstairs, the main hall buzzed with the soft rhythm of routine – plates clinking, low voices, the scrape of chairs. It felt normal.That was still new enough to notice.I had just reached for a piece of bread when the doors slammed open.A scout stumbled in, breathless, dirt streaked across his face. The room shifted instantly – voices cutting off, bodies going still."Alpha," he gasped. "There's a group approaching the border. Maybe a dozen wolves."Kael was on his feet before the words fully landed. "Armed?"The scout shook his head. "No weapons seen. But they're not from our territory."Silence settled, thick and immediate.I met Kael's eyes across the room."We

  • Curse of the Moon's Bride    Rooted

    I woke to sunlight spilling across my floor, soft and familiar, like it had learned the shape of this room. For a moment, I didn't move. I just lay there, listening – to the quiet murmur of voices drifting up from below, to the steady rhythm of my own breathing, to the absence of urgency.No alarms. No fear. Just morning.The carved wolf sat on the windowsill, catching the light. I reached for it without thinking, brushing my thumb over its smooth edges. It felt warmer than the air around it, like it held onto something I couldn't quite name.I smiled – small, unconscious – then pushed myself out of bed.The main hall was already alive when I stepped in, but it wasn't the sharp, tense kind of movement I used to associate with crowds. It was softer now. Wolves moved around each other without bracing for impact. Conversations rose and fell without edge.At one of the corner tables, Lena sat with her daughter. Elara.The little girl held a piece of bread in both hands, nibbling at it car

  • Curse of the Moon's Bride    The Unexpected

    Morning came the way it had been coming lately – quiet, steady, unhurried.I woke to sunlight spilling across the floor, soft and golden, like it had nowhere else to be. For a moment, I just lay there, listening to the distant hum of the pack house waking up. No alarms. No tension coiled under my skin. Just life.I turned my head. The carved wolf sat on the windowsill, exactly where I'd left it. The light caught along its edges, warming the worn wood. I reached out, brushing my fingers over it, grounding myself in the simple, familiar touch.Then I got up and dressed.The corridors were already alive, but it was a different kind of movement now. Wolves spoke in low voices, some laughing, others carrying out their usual tasks. A few greeted me as I passed – not cautiously, not out of obligation. Genuinely.It still caught me off guard sometimes.I followed the scent of food toward the main hall and paused when I saw Kael already there, seated at one of the long tables with a plate in f

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