Rylan entered the Moonlit Grove quietly, trying not to attract the attention of his friends who were talking among themselves. He tried to appear nonchalant. He even refused to take the time to talk to his other friends, even when they asked him where he had been.
He was too preoccupied with his thoughts, lost in the memories of just a few minutes before he left her. He had completely forgotten that Karenina would be back today.Last night, he was at Pack's house when he got up to go to the door. Pulling back the door curtain, he could see that it was still dark, but he was thinking about fetching her later when the sun came up, eager to continue the search for the sacred moonstone fragment and Him, when he suddenly saw someone's shadow. Her. Glancing back to make sure no one saw him, he ran after the girl.When he saw her, she wore a sad expression that tore at his heart. He approached her, then hugged her protective, and she hugged him back. He was somewhat surprised that she returned the hug. Holding her tightly, she rested her head on his shoulder, letting his warmth seep into her body, warming her in more ways than one.After a few moments of silence in each other's embrace, she tightened her grip before pleading, "Rylan, please stay with me and hold me. Just for tonight, stay with me."He couldn't refuse her or himself, finding comfort in having her in his embrace for a few more hours. When the sun began to rise, too early for him, he wasn't ready to leave her, but he knew he had to, lest his friends get worried or suspicious and ask questions. Knowing this, he ignored the sunrise and held her for a few more hours, his desire overcoming his reason.Finally, he gently woke the girl from her light sleep. Then he jumped from her place on the high branch of the large oak tree and gently laid her on the ground. Not knowing what to say to her, he just looked into her eyes with sadness and longing. She looked back at him for a moment, then turned without a word and left, accompanied only by her own shadow.Only after she was out of sight and sound did he return to Pack's house. Still lost in his thoughts, he was surprised when his friends asked, "When will Karen be here? I miss her."
Only then did he realize that it was morning. How long had he been sitting there thinking about her, the man wondered.He stood up when one of his friends said, "I'm surprised you didn't go get her a few hours ago, Rylan."His other friends murmured smugly, "Maybe he's trying to be nice for once and give Karen more time with her family since she hasn't seen them for almost a month."Guilt haunted Rylan's mind, reminding him that he had kept her away from home for so long. He turned to the door and said harshly, "I'll be right back."Everyone inside knew he was on his way to bring back their famously cheerful but tough friend, and they decided to sit and wait for her arrival. Knowing that Rylan would be the one to pick her up, they knew he wouldn't take long if he had his way.He ran quickly to the cave that connected Karen's house to the Moonlit Grove territory. He tensed his muscles to run further before entering and letting the light of the portal transport him to the modern city area where Karenina lived. But he paused at the last second before continuing when he saw something yellow beside the well at the mouth of the cave. When he saw it, he realized that it was Karen's backpack. Then he caught Karen's scent heading away from the village and into the woods, freezing his feet and lungs in an instant before a scream in the form of the girl's name pierced the air."Karenina!"He was tempted to run and follow the girl's scent, but instead he forced himself to take Karen's bag and run back to his friends. His mind was in turmoil with confusion and fear for his friend. He didn't know what made her leave her belongings and wander far from the Moonlit Grove territory, but judging by her scent, she couldn't have been gone more than an hour, maybe two. He was sure he could find Karen soon, but in what condition would they find her? He felt anxious as he entered the Pack's house.After everyone got an explanation, they quickly went to the cave where Mike, who had expressed his opinion earlier, asked him to check if Karenina wasn't in her own house. He objected, shouting that the girl's scent had led him into the woods, but Mike was unperturbed. He said it was just a precaution. Without grace, he disappeared into the cave.Moments later, he returned with no sign of Karenina."Well, Rylan? Is she in there?" his friends asked worriedly, standing next to his other friends. It was obvious from her absence, but he felt compelled to ask. He shook his head to indicate a negative answer, which brought tears to the male werewolf's eyes as hope left him. Then Selene hugged him and stroked his head, trying to comfort him.
"Can you still smell her, Rylan?" Mike asked. He can smell her too, her scent is vague in the air.He nodded. "Yeah, let's go." Then he lifted his nose to catch Karenina's scent, along with the other werewolves, before charging into the woods.Sighing, Mike said, "Rylan. She didn't wait for us to follow, did she?"Without answering her friends, Selene called, "Felix," and waited as a black-furred wolf transformed into a larger form before climbing onto his back. Mike climbed behind her, holding his staff in front of Selene's waist and placing his hands on either side. Meanwhile, Samuel had transformed into a huge golden-brown furred wolf.Without any prompting from Selene, Felix leapt into the air to chase after Rylan and Samuel, flying above them."Wait for me, Karen. Wait for me!" Rylan thought aloud.As if fate was with them, the group was immediately attacked by many she-wolves. Where one fell, another came to take its place. They couldn't understand why there were so many she-wolves in the area, but they realized that the female werewolves were on the same path as their missing friend. To say they were worried was an understatement.As evening approached, Rylan ran into a barrier that sent him flying back several feet."Rylan!" Selene shouted, running quickly towards him as the man snorted."What now?!" Samuel asked, returning to his human form in anger.Sitting down, Rylan rubbed his nose and pointed ahead of them. "This is a barrier. Karen is on the other side now, trapped by this damn barrier, I know it!""Do you think we can break it?" Mike asked."Well, of course we can," he replied confidently, proud of his own abilities, before pulling out his ashy dagger, carved with a wolf embracing a cross on the hilt and sheath.
The dagger instantly transformed into a blood-red sword as he swung it at the barrier. Unfortunately, it didn't even shake. "What?" he whispered in confusion. Snorting in frustration, he raised his sword again to strike the barrier, but it refused to break."Try harder, Rylan. We have to get to Karen!" one of his friends said as he also tried to break the barrier with his strength.A growl was the answer before Mike stepped forward and swung the staff he was holding, turning it into a crescent moon spear that emitted silver light and aimed it at the barrier. It still didn't work. They all stood and stared at the barrier with anxious eyes, hoping that their friend Karen, whom they considered a little sister, was safe."Karenina," Rylan whispered, looking sad and desperate.Karen For the last year after Nathan's death, she lived with Xavier. She had told him that she needed time to get to know him and for their relationship to grow before making a big commitment, and during the time they had been 'dating', he had been giving her several tutors to assist her in adapting to her new life. So many tutors, she thought with a sigh. At first, she only had tutors who helped her explain and control her powers now that she was a full-blooded she-wolf, while others taught her combat and how to fight hand-to-hand, while still others taught her to use swords and daggers. Although she seemed to be making progress after a year, Karen knew that she was far from proficient. It would take years for her to become a fighter and master her new weapons, even though she always carried a bow and arrow. However, a few months ago, she had surprised Xavier by asking how to behave as Luna in the Westwood Pack. She could see the concern and eager anticipation in his eyes when he r
Karen "You're acting weird, Rylan," she said with a frown as her best friend led her out of the place where she used to play hide-and-seek with Raine. Instead of fighting with her like she thought he would, Rylan glanced at her before looking away. He crossed his arms and started walking back and forth in front of her. This made her upset because she assumed that his weird behavior had something to do with her changed appearance. "Why the hell can't you look at me?" While walking over to him, she grabbed his shoulders and forced him to face her. "Why is it so hard for you to look me in the eye, Rylan?" She demanded, her voice trembling. Why wasn't he looking at her? Could it
Karen Her arms wrapped around his body, lowering him onto her, and when their naked bodies met for the first time, it was like ecstasy. Her hardened nipples poked at his muscular chest, her curves fitting perfectly next to his rock-hard body like she was made just for him. It was a piece of perfection. She stared straight at him, meeting the burning intensity in his golden eyes, making her body shiver. That Xavier craved her so much never failed to surprise and amaze her, but it also made her grateful, because she felt the same way. He had seen her naked before, yet Xavier still seemed mesmerized by what he saw, as if seeing her for the first time. Hence, she did not feel ashamed under his gaze. Far from it. In fact, she felt beautiful. She called out his name again. Her body burned and ached. She needed him to d
Karen He means it... As she thought with teary eyes, she knew it was true. She could see it written all over his face and in his eyes. All this time, she had thought that he had such little feelings, never seeing a hint of emotion on his face since the first day she met him a few years ago. But she was wrong. Xavier did have feelings, and judging by his expression, he felt a lot of things. So much so, that she could practically hear his heartbreak, and somehow, it only mended her own. The veil that shrouded him had been lifted, and what she saw had removed her resentment for him, taken away her bitterness, and left only the love she felt for him swelling in her heart. As she ran towards him, slamming into his chest, Karen increased her strength, causing his body to be pushed back slightly, but he remained upright and didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her. The desperation in his hug confirmed his words, chasing away the darkness in her heart. "I forgive you," she whispered into
Karen One week later after the battle... She was in her room, curled up on her bed, and holding a pillow to her chest. One hand held the pillow while the other stretched out over her bed. Inside her fist was a sacred moonstone. Nathaniel was dead, killed by Xavier, with no help from her at all. She should have felt happy, relieved, hell, she didn't know, at the death of her most bitter enemy. Especially when all her friends were safe. After their moment of heartfelt embrace, Xavier used his remaining strength to carry her back to the pack house. It was the last time she saw him, but she was told that he was recovering and wouldn't die from his injuries. That was two days ago, and she was lost in thought. Her eyes were fixed on her clenched fist that held the gemstone, the sacred moonstone, the heirloom of the werewolf lords. Karen did not need to open her fingers to know that so far she had failed to purify the stone. The gemstone was still black in color, silently indicating that
Karen Xavier stood slightly hunched over, his fine hair flowing around his angelic face, almost hiding his expression from her. Blood dripped down across his chin from his mouth - a mouth that she couldn't help but remember kissing and getting lost in - but what brought tears to her eyes was the dagger that had stabbed him in the back, protruding out of his body for her to see. While his blades were partially sheathed in the ground, a line where the daggers had cut into the ground was beyond them, as if he was trying to use his daggers to stop his forward motion. One dagger was stuck in his right leg, stuck firmly, most likely adding to the pain that he was experiencing. Another dagger dug into his left shoulder, and another pierced his left side. A large amount of blood stained his white shirt. Staring into the face of the man she was growing t