The morning air was crisp as we gathered, ready to leave. Kayden and the others were loading up into the car while I swung my leg over my motorbike—a gift from Mark last year on my birthday. It was sleek, powerful, and my favorite way to travel.
"Angel, all of you be careful," Mark said, his voice firm yet laced with concern. "If anything goes wrong, call me immediately. Keep me updated on the training once you arrive." I smirked. ‘Mark included me in this mission, so maybe he doesn’t really want to send me away,’ I mused. "Yes, Daddy!" I teased, revving my engine before giving him a playful salute. He rolled his eyes, but I saw the ghost of a smile on his lips. I motioned for Kayden to follow as I led the way. ‘You’re such a handful, Angel,’ Mark said through our pack link. ‘Love you, Mark. Don’t miss me too much!’ I replied with a chuckle. --- By noon, we stopped at a roadside burger joint next to a gas station. As soon as we walked in, heads turned. It was nothing new—humans and werewolves were physically different. Our kind trained hard, making our builds leaner and stronger, and our height often towered over humans. At 5'11, I wasn’t even the tallest among us; Kayden, at 6'5, looked like he had stepped out of a combat magazine. At a nearby table, two human guys were talking in hushed voices. "Dude, look at that woman in the black leather jacket," one whispered. "She’s gorgeous. Her friends, too. Models, maybe? Celebrities?" Kayden and I exchanged amused glances. ‘Humans,’ he said through the mind link, shaking his head. We took the long couch at the back, and our waitress nearly fainted trying to take Kayden, Aden, and Simon’s orders. Meanwhile, Lea and I got icy glares from the female customers. Lea huffed. "Seriously? She was drooling over the guys a second ago, and now she’s glaring at us like we stole her spotlight?" "Lea, relax," I said, suppressing a laugh. "You’ll have to get used to it. The Moon Crescent Pack has plenty of women just like her." Her curiosity sparked. "Oh, right! You’re from there. Why did you leave?" I hesitated before answering, "I wasn’t happy there." Simon frowned. "Why not?" "The people… they didn’t treat me well. So, I left." Lea’s eyes gleamed mischievously. "Then it’s a good thing we’re training them. We’ll make sure they get the best experience of their lives." I forced a small smile, hoping they wouldn’t press further. Thankfully, our food arrived, distracting everyone. --- As we ate, Kayden turned to me. "Angel, where are we staying tonight? I also need to call Alpha Mark to report our status. You know how protective he is—he makes me update him every four hours." "Yes, very protective, especially toward Angel," Aden teased, waggling his eyebrows. I threw a fry at him. "Don’t worry, Kayden. I already updated him. I told him, ‘We’re still virgins.’" Laughter erupted around the table. Kayden blinked, confused for a moment before realizing what I meant. More fries were thrown at him for being slow. "Be serious, Angel," Kayden grumbled. "If I wanted to have fun with you, I could do it right now." He smirked, winking playfully. "Ew! Get a room, you two," Lea groaned. Our laughter was cut short when four men walked into the restaurant. Instinctively, we tensed. Rogues. They didn’t immediately attack, but their eyes locked onto us with an air of challenge. ‘Kayden, what’s the plan?’ I asked through our link. ‘This is neutral territory. They have as much right to be here as we do. If they don’t start a fight, we leave them alone,’ he replied. For a moment, it seemed like things would stay civil. But then, two of the rogues walked straight to our table. "Looks like you’re lost," one of them sneered. Kayden remained calm. "We’re just stopping by to eat, rogue. We’ll be on our way soon." "We don’t want you to wait. Leave now," the second one growled. Tension thickened in the air. I slammed my glass onto the table, the impact shattering it. "Do not insult our Beta," I said coldly. "Just because we’re in neutral territory doesn’t mean we’ll tolerate disrespect." The rogues chuckled. "Feisty little pup, aren’t you? You have no idea who you’re messing with. We own this place." I scoffed. "Rogues don’t own land. Back off before I change my mind about sparing you." One of them lunged, but before he could lay a hand on me, Kayden grabbed his wrist and twisted it with a sickening crack. The rogue howled in pain, drawing the attention of the entire restaurant. Kayden’s voice dropped to a dangerous growl. "Touch her, and you won’t live to regret it. Be grateful we’re in human territory." ‘Hmm… MY GIRL. Interesting choice of words,’ Slade teased in my head. ‘Don’t start,’ I warned. ‘Why? Ready to give up on our so-called mate for Kayden?’ Slade went quiet. No matter how much we resented Gabriel, we both knew we weren’t ready to betray the bond. ‘Kayden hasn’t found his mate yet. When he does, he’ll forget about us,’ I said, ignoring the dull ache in my chest. ‘I hope she’s nothing like our mate,’ Slade muttered. ‘I hope so too.’ The rogues retreated, glaring as they returned to their seats. I placed a hand on Kayden’s arm, urging him to calm down. His wolf was close to surfacing, and we couldn’t risk exposing ourselves to humans. "If we were back in our pack, those rogues would be dead," Kayden muttered. "Just breathe. Let’s finish eating and leave before you do something you'll regret." Kayden exhaled slowly. "Fine. But let’s get out of here soon." "Yes, Beta," we all said in unison, trying to lighten the mood. --- That night, we checked into a hotel. Only three rooms were available, so Lea and Simon shared one, Aden and Kayden took another, and I had a room to myself. After showering, I lay in bed, lost in thought. Tomorrow, I would face my past. What would Michael say? Would Gabriel even care? A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I opened it to find Kayden holding food and a bottle of wine. "Can I come in?" I smirked. "With a bribe like that? Sure." He set everything on the table. "I figured you might need this. Tomorrow will be tough. You’ll see your mate and your family." I hesitated before admitting, "You know me too well." Kayden met my gaze. "I wish things were different, Angel. I wish we were real mates." I didn’t respond. Instead, I hugged him, finding comfort in his presence. Sometimes, I wanted to ask the Moon Goddess—why?The void’s silence was absolute, a suffocating absence where the sea cliffs, the ocean’s roar, and the world itself had dissolved. The mark on my chest was no longer a burn but a supernova, its pulse the only tether to Lyra, the spark whose form flickered beside me, her shard a blinding star in her trembling hands, her blue eyes, my eyes, shattered with grief yet fierce with defiance. The dagger in my grip was molten, its symbols blazing, syncing with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s soul, now a dying ember in the face of annihilation. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a fading echo through my breaking heart, our shared fight extinguished by the truth: the sacrifice was me, the lock, my life to seal the Veil, to save the world, every soul, every star, every breath or let it all unravel into nothingness. The quartet lock, spark, flame, void was ours, but the shadow’s silence, the void’s consuming pull, and the Architect’s radiant presence were the endgame, and my choice
The void of the sacrifice faded, leaving us sprawled on the sea cliffs, the ocean’s roar a brutal reminder of the world still clinging to existence. The mark on my chest was a furnace, its searing pulse chaining me to the shadow, the void, and Lyra the spark whose crumpled form beside me was both my strength and my breaking point, her shard blazing in her trembling hands, her blue eyes, my eyes, hollow with terror yet fierce with defiance. The dagger at my hip burned, its symbols flaring like dying stars, pulsing in desperate sync with her shard, tying us to the Veil’s soul, now a fraying thread holding the world together. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a fading pulse through my shattering resolve, our shared fight a spark against the unbearable truth: the sacrifice demanded one of us lock, spark, or void to give everything, or existence itself, every soul, every star, every breath, would dissolve into nothingness. The quartet lock, spark, flame, void was ours, but th
The severing’s maelstrom collapsed, spitting us onto the sea cliffs with a force that drove the breath from my lungs, the ocean’s roar a deafening pulse against the silence of the reapers’ chant. The mark on my chest blazed, an inferno binding me to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra, the spark, whose trembling form beside me was both lifeline and wound, her shard scorching in her grip, her blue eyes, my eyes, wild with terror yet fierce with unyielding resolve. The dagger at my hip seared, its symbols flaring like stars, pulsing in frantic sync with her shard, tying us to the Veil’s heart, now teetering on the brink of collapse. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a desperate thread through my crumbling strength, our shared fight a dying ember against the choice we’d made, balance, not chaos, not control, but its cost was no longer a storm; it was annihilation. The quartet lock, spark, flame, void was ours, but the shadow’s scream, the void’s devouring pull, the fla
The binding’s radiant chamber faded, hurling us back onto the sea cliffs, the ocean’s roar a jarring pulse against the silence of the binders’ chant. The mark on my chest seared, a blazing tether to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra, the spark whose trembling presence beside me was both lifeline and weight, her shard glowing fiercely, her blue eyes, my eyes, wide with fear yet hardened with resolve. The dagger at my hip burned, its symbols pulsing wildly, syncing with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s heart, now stronger but teetering on a knife’s edge. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a desperate anchor through my exhaustion, our shared fight a fading ember against the choice we’d made, balance, not chaos, not control, but its cost was no longer a shadow; it was a storm, and the quartet, lock, spark, flame, void, was no longer just ours. The shadow’s scream, the void’s hollow pull, the flame’s fading whisper, "you did it," and the Architect’s unseen presence we
The reckoning’s blinding plane dissolved, spitting us onto the cold, jagged rocks of the sea cliffs, the ocean’s roar a stark contrast to the judges’ silent chant. The mark on my chest pulsed, a heavy tether to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra the spark whose steady presence beside me felt like both anchor and burden, her shard glowing faintly, her blue eyes, my eyes, shadowed with exhaustion but burning with resolve. The dagger at my hip was warm, its symbols flickering, pulsing in sync with her shard, binding us to the Veil’s newly strengthened heart, a fragile victory against the chaos we’d faced. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a lifeline through my bone-deep weariness, our shared fight a flicker of hope against the choice we’d made balance, not chaos, not control but its cost lingered, a weight we couldn’t ignore: one stays, one guards, one ends, one breaks. The quartet lock, spark, flame, void was ours, and the reckoning had held, but the shadow’s scream
The Origin’s starlit platform faded as we stumbled back into the world, the glowing path dissolving into the rough stone of the sea cliffs, the night air sharp with salt and the distant crash of waves. The mark on my chest pulsed, a steady ache binding me to the shadow, the flame, the void, and Lyra—the spark—whose quiet steps beside me echoed my own, her shard glowing softly, her blue eyes, my eyes, heavy with the weight of what we’d faced. The dagger at my hip was warm, its symbols flickering, pulsing in time with her shard, tying us to the Veil’s strengthened but still fragile heart. The bond with Lucian thrummed, his heartbeat a lifeline through my exhaustion, our shared fight a faint light against the choice that loomed: one stays, one guards, one ends, one breaks. The quartet—lock, spark, flame, void—was ours, and the Origin had held, but the shadow’s scream, the void’s hollow whisper, and the flame’s fading plea, you did it, were warnings that our war was far from won.Lucian