LOGIN'If you work as a kitchen maid in the Twilight Pack, then you will surely know of the Masked Alpha', he said, making it sound like a question.
'Why?'she asked curious. 'Do you like the Masked Alpha?' 'Don't be silly', he said. 'But no one seem to have seen her before. How can one live with such mystery? It can be very frustrating and draining. I pity her', he said and she felt bad. 'She has done so much for her pack', she pointed out. 'That is what I am saying', he explained. 'someone who has done so much as she has should be proud to show her people, her ack her face. What is she hiding or does she feel no one is good enough to see her face?' he asked. 'It's not like that, and she isn't hiding anything', Diana answered defensively, his words irking her. 'It just isn't time yet!' 'You speak like you are the Masked Alpha yourself!' he observed, looking at her suspiciously. Oh, my goodness, what have I done? she thought wildly. 'Er.. I wish!' she said laughing nervously. 'You were so defensive just now. Is there something you're not telling me?' he asked, his suspicion increasing. 'She is my Alpha and my idol', Diana replied, looking him straight in the eye. 'Isn't it right that I should be very defensive and protective of her?' 'Yeah, that's understandable', he said and she heaved a silent sigh of relief. 'It's not as if you can really protect her physically and seeing the way those rogues nearly tore you apart, you are definitely not the Masked Alpha, no offense intended'. 'None taken', she replied, smiling in relief and nodding, thinking that she had to be careful around him. He was too perceptive. 'I could never compare myself to such a Phoenix'. 'Anyway, you should feel better enough to continue your travels in two days', he said, and it was evident he had already lost interest in the Masked Alpha. Later that evening, he took her to see his Alpha. 'Alpha Benard, this is the she - wolf I told you about', Beta Troy informed him. 'Alpha Bernard Shaw, greetings', she said, curtesying. 'humph', he said, looking at her suspiciously. 'Sorry you had to go through all that but hope you are better now?' 'Much. Better, thank you', she replied. He was civil enough but, she could sense an evil aura around him. 'Welcome to the Blood Moon Pack', he said, still looking at her intently. 'Thank you so much, Alpha. I am much obliged', she replied with a disarning and hopefully, charming smile. 'I hear you were on your way to the Crescent Pack before the attack', he observed. 'Why are you going there?' he asked. 'I'm sorry Alpha but it is something I do not care to share with anyone'. 'Humph', he said, pulling at his beard thoughtfully. 'I might ask Alpha Cosmos to expect you', he offered. 'That is not necessary, my Alpha', she answered, taking care to keep her voice steady and not to sound too hasty in her objections. 'I am but a little kitchen maid, not worthy of that consideration. Alpha Cosmos himself might wonder at the act'. 'Wise girl', he said, nodding in approval. 'You have a point. What's your name?' 'Da.. Daisy. Daisy Holt', she replied, thanking the Goddess that she had not committed the blunder she had been about to commit. She had nearly called her real name - Diana Miller but quick thinking had made her give the name of her wolf instead - Daisy, though the Holt was an imaginary one. So, she didn't really lie and it was a name she wouldn't forget easily, in case they met again, not that there was any chance of that after her mission was completed. 'A lovely name for a lovely she - wolf like you. 'Thanks for the compliment, Alpha she replied and Troy came to the rescue. 'She will be leaving in a day or rwo', Troy told him and he nodded waving us off dismissively. I curseyed again as Troy led me out of his presence. 'Beta Troy', she started, the next morning as he got up to go attend to Alpha Bernard. 'Yes?' he answered, still buttoning his shirt. 'You don't have any concerns, do you? Hope you slept well?' 'I did, thank you and Good morning', she replied, flashing her best smile. I came here on a mission and the earlier I got around to accomplishing it, the better, she thought. 'I made breakfast. Would you come to the table and have some?' He looked shocked. 'Why did you do that?' he asked and I was hurt by his tone. 'You are supposed to save your strengy for recovery', he added and she felt touched. Why had I thought he was anything but considerate of my welfare? she thought to herself. 'It really didn't take much effort on my part and it is something I like doing', she explained, shrugging as though it was not a big deal. He hesitated, then nodded and walked with me to the dinning table. She sat beside him and watch him take a spoon of the dish. His eyes opened wide and he nodded in approval and appreciation. 'Wow, this is really delicious!' he said. 'And how did you know this is my favorite dish?' I couldn't possibly tell him that I had picked it through his numerous mind links to me. 'It is? That's great!' she said smiling. 'I am glad you like it', I replied instead. 'It is my favorite as well and that is why I prepared it. What a pleasant and gratifying coincidence that it is your favorite as well'. 'Yeah', he said thoughtfully. 'And you prepared it exactly the way I like it. Only one other person prepares this for me this way. It is uncanny but thanks', he said. 'I now know why the Twilight Pack has kept you on to work in their kitchen', he smiled in appreciation as he continued eating ravenously. she smiled happily. I wondered why his praise made me so happy and why my heart is constricting as I watched him eat. He wasn't eating enough, esoecially of the meals he liked, she thought pityingly. 'They must really miss ypu'.he added. 'Oh, there are a lot of great cooks in the Pack', she shrugged. 'I cannot even begin to compare to them'. 'I doubt that anyone can cook better than you but if they really can, then your pack is really gifted' he said. 'You flatter us too much, Beta Troy', she said, feeling a flutter in her heart. 'Thanks for the compliment all the same'. He wiped his mouth with the table towel and stood up after the meal. 'I have to get going', he said. 'Alpha and I have an important meeting with the elders and he is already waiting for me. Make sure not to overexert yourself', he said and grabbing his blazer, he walked briskly to the door. 'Thanks for the meal. I haven't tasted such in a long while', he added before walking out the door. she smiled. The mission to heal him had already started. She knew what to do next. 'Operation Heal Beta Troy has been launched! ' she squealed in delight. She spent the day communicating with her Beta. The pack was doing great as she knew it would and no one knew as yet that she was not around. After communicating with her, she got ready for her next act with Beta Troy. Funny, he had an aura of an Alpha, but he was just a Beta. She recalled how he dealt with the rogues when he thought he was rescuing me from them. She had been planning on helping out and attributing it to luck later on but that hadn't been necessary. He was strong and hot. Why are you having such thoughts? ' she berated myself. Snap out of it,. You are not here to get laid or to seduce Troy. You are here to help him heal. His body and looks should mean nothing to you! Right!Years passed, yet the memory of that night—the ridge bathed in lightning, fire, and blood—never left the pack.But scars became stories, and stories became legends. And from legends, a new era was born.The Blackpine and Twilight lands were one now, their borders erased not by war but by unity. The Alpha holds had been rebuilt into a single great citadel of stone and glass, rising above the forest like a crown. Banners of gold and silver fluttered in the wind: fire for Arden and Selene, storm for Lyra and Eric, the wolf emblem at the center binding them all.Children’s laughter filled the clearing outside the citadel. Pups—gold-eyed, storm-touched, phantom-shrouded—raced along the terrace, their energy carrying the legacy of their parents. Arden stood at the balcony, his broad frame silhouetted by the sun, watching as his daughter tackled Eric’s young son into the grass.“Aria is just like you,” Eric chuckled, stepping beside him. His hair had silvered slightly at the temples, but his
The ridge was still scented with wildflowers and smoke from the wedding fires when the first scream split the night.Arden’s head snapped up from where he and Selene had been speaking with the elders. His wolf surged, claws pricking beneath his skin. Lyra, on the opposite side of the clearing, went rigid, her hand gripping Eric’s arm like iron.The joyous hum of pack celebration fractured into chaos. Shadows crept at the edges of the torches, stretching unnaturally long, swallowing the light.“He’s here,” Selene whispered, her voice raw with dread. “Alaric.”The ridge erupted. From the tree line, wolves cloaked in blood sigils burst forth—Alaric’s cult, bodies marked with black runes, eyes glazed with crimson rage. Their howls were distorted, broken, as if their very souls had been warped.At their head strode Alaric himself, gaunt and wild-eyed, his body streaked with crimson paint. He carried no weapon, only the pulsing mark on his chest: a curse that writhed like living flame.“Chi
The entire forest seemed to glow that morning. Gold and silver banners rippled in the breeze, each stitched with the intertwined sigils of Blackpine, Twilight, and Phantom—once rival houses, now bound together. Wolves padded through the clearings dressed in ceremonial garb, their fur brushed with streaks of ochre and ash, symbols of loyalty and rebirth.The clearing at the base of the Ridge had been transformed into a sanctum. Arches of pine boughs lined the path, woven with wildflowers and touched by streaks of firelight from enchanted lanterns. A dais stood at the center, carved from the very rock of the ridge, layered with symbols of the Alpha line.It was here, before pack, family, and moon, that two heirs would seal not only their mates but their legacies.Lyra stood inside the Alpha hold, her reflection framed in a mirror edged with wolfsteel. The dress Daisy had sewn for her shimmered with threads of storm-grey and gold, hugging her body like a second skin before flowing into a
The world was quieter than it had been in months. No clash of steel. No desperate cries in the dark. Only the soft hum of bonds that had finally, irrevocably, been sealed.Arden sat on the stone steps outside the Alpha hold, bare chest glistening with sweat, Selene wrapped in a blanket against him. Her dark hair spilled across his shoulder, her breath steady, her body still trembling from the night they had shared. His wolf purred, satisfied in a way it had never been before. For years, he’d been restless, searching for something unnamed. Now, with Selene’s bond woven into him, the fire inside burned steady instead of wild.“You keep staring at me like I’ll disappear,” Selene murmured, her voice muffled against his skin.Arden’s jaw tightened. He pulled her closer, his hand splayed across her spine. “Because part of me still believes you might. That you’ll wake, remember what you ran from, and vanish before I can stop you.”Selene lifted her head, her eyes steady. “I didn’t run becaus
The war room had long since emptied, its maps scattered across the oak table, candles burned low into pools of wax. Lyra lingered, her fingers brushing the jagged edges of parchment, her mind heavy with strategy, loss, and the storm of doubt the council had seeded in her earlier. She carried herself like a Luna already, but inside she was still the girl who wondered if she’d ever be enough.The door creaked open, soft but deliberate. Eric stepped inside, his presence filling the space without needing words. He didn’t wear the Phantom Pack’s signature cloak tonight—just a simple black shirt clinging to broad shoulders, sleeves rolled to his forearms. His grey eyes watched her in silence, patient as ever, the ghost of a smile at the corner of his lips.“You should rest,” he said finally, voice low, roughened by restraint. “The war won’t end tonight. Neither will your doubts.”Lyra’s lips curved faintly, though her chest ached. “You sound like my father.”Eric tilted his head. “I’m not y
The storm had broken outside, rattling the windows of Blackpine’s old guest wing. Lightning painted the ceiling silver, thunder echoing like a heartbeat too close to the chest. Inside, Arden stood by the window, every muscle rigid, as though keeping himself upright was the only thing anchoring him. His wolf prowled under his skin, restless, demanding what his mind still tried to deny.Behind him, Selene leaned against the doorframe, her dark hair a wet tumble down her shoulders from the rain. She hadn’t asked permission to enter his room—mates didn’t need to. Still, the air between them vibrated with tension, as sharp as the crack of thunder.“You’ve avoided me for two days,” she said, voice low but steady. “You look at me like I’m the danger, Arden. Like I’m another shadow sent to break you.”Arden didn’t turn. His fists flexed at his sides, claws threatening to burst free. “Because you are.” His voice was gravel, roughened by restraint. “Every instinct I have tells me to claim you.







