The morning light cast long shadows as the birds tweet into the quiet dawn. Underneath the trees and mist, Uriel knelt by a stream, scrubbing the blood and ash from her trembling hands. The cold crept through her, slowly and steady. She didn't resist. It was better than numbness.Lowell laid in silence behind her, sleeping a restless and fevered sleep in the abandoned cabin close to the northern border of Ember’s pack, his wounds showing little signs of healing. She could feel the stillness in the air. The clock was running down.Uriel hasn’t slept in almost twenty-four hours and it was obvious in her eyes. Her body felt sore. Despite feeling very tired, her mind wouldn't calm down and the baby in her stirred restlessly as if sensing her discomfort, reacting to every step she took.Lowell’s condition is getting better. He rested on an old sleeping mat in a shadowed corner of the cabin. She had done everything she could, but she could feel her strength was fading away. Every breath sh
Ralph stood at the center of the ruined chamber, the torn curtains fluttering in the damn wind. Her scent was gone. Vanished. Silence gripped the guards as they bowed, fear written in every rigid line of their bodies.“Tell me,” Ralph said “how the hell a pregnant witch slipped past two dozens of guards and an enchanted perimeter”The captain of the palace guard, a seasoned warrior named Orren, swallowed hard. “There was… no forced entry or exit, my king. No scents or spells were discovered. We are still searching..”“Time is not a luxury we have, start searching the borders of the nearest packs.” Ralph snarled.Glass shards bit into his fingers and palm, drawing thin lines of red. Crimson drops, too close to blood, splattered across his white robe.She was gone. His Luna. His future. His redemption. The woman who hunted his dreams even before he knew her face. The one who made him feel… real. And now she has vanished, taking with her the child that was his. He moved away from
CHAPTER 17She ran headlong into the wind, its cold teeth sinking into her skin. But she didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Her feet pounded against the damp forest floor, every step further away from Ralph's torrent palace. Her throat burned, and her stomach cramped from the weight of the child growing inside her–but still, she didn't. Rey–no, Uriel had tasted being captured in her last life and she couldn't let it happen again. She had slipped past the guards during the night when the full moon was at its highest, using the last bit of her magic to cloud their senses. It wouldn't take long before the Lycan king realized that she was gone. And when he did, he would rage and turn the world over to search for her. But she didn't care. Not anymore. She risked it still and made her choiceShe stumbled, breath ragged, one of her hands wrapped protectively over her stomach, teeth clenched. ‘My child will not belong to him.’ She whispered again and again, letting it become her mantra, her fuel
Rey sat in the darkened corner of the castle library, the wavering flame sent stretching shadows dancing across the walls. Her eyes were fixed on the old journal on the table, the pages filled with ancient writings, symbols and spells she had begun to understand. It was the only relic from her past life—her former self, according to Sybil. The library was a temporary refuge, hidden far from the eyes of anyone who might be searching for her. She had escaped the Lycan King’s mother just days ago, her heart racing from the danger she narrowly avoided. But now, as the days passed and her pregnancy began to show more obviously, Rey knew she couldn’t hide forever. She had to make a decision. And that decision was looming.She could feel the weight of Ralph’s power in her chest—the pull of his claim on her. He had given her a choice: become his breeder or die. She hadn’t given him the satisfaction of taking the easy road. But that didn’t mean she was safe. No, her position was precarious.R
The morning light streamed in through the grand dining room windows, casting a soft golden glow over the table where the family gathered. The scent of fresh bread, honey, and fruit filled the air, mingling with the rich aroma of tea and coffee. I looked around, seeing the familiar faces of Ralph’s mother, his sisters, and a few relatives. It was a small number since the others were at war, but the presence of family gave me a sense of belonging. It has been a while since we gathered. We sat together in the rare quiet of the morning, a moment of peace I knew I would soon miss. I watched as everyone was busy with their breakfast, the small talks, the smiles exchanged, the little fights from Missy’s twins who sat across the table and Ralph’s mother scolding them but it didn’t always work. Ralph was still away at war. His absence, while heavy on my heart, gave me an odd sense of relief. It felt as though I could breathe easier, not having to explain myself or my plans. The family carrie
The wolves in the new found Pack were a representation of the fierce spirit that burned in their veins, and they were renowned for their strength and fierceness. The pack's territory buzzed with the beat of life deep within the forest, beneath a sky shattered with the first hints of dawn. The aroma of wood and the untamed undertones of magic filled the air. Only the strong lived in this harshly beautiful world, and the lone wolf at the head represented that strength.Lowell Conri was a man of mystery and power, his sharp eyes glinting with a quiet fury and an unspoken promise of vengeance. After the ordeal with his family few years ago, he has stayed hidden within the forest like a wounded wolf and built a new family with the pack, some of which came by looking for shelter, some came to serve willingly, some came to have an identity, while the others came from the Alpha pack to join him, all of which are loyal and faithful to him, he was indeed proud of what he built on his own.He wa