Elsa is a werewolf with alpha blood separated from her pack after years of war. Her inability to shift from a childhood trauma causes the other werewolves to segregate her, believing her to be a human. Unable to shift to her wolf form until she is almost at capture point after a raid. Damian has a soft spot for her, helping her all the years they have known each other. Protecting her from both their attacks and human, but she is yet to realize her feeling for him with her wolf locked deep within her. Things only take an unlikely turn when they catch the eye of a harsh alpha’s beta, Caspian, who wants them to join his alpha’s pack. Their refusal fuels his hate for them, more when he loses his men trying to fight them. Does things get worse for Elsa when everyone realizes she is a Luna in the making, or Caspian failure bodes more than just the tip of a few men dying?
View MoreDamian’s POV:“I thought you were ready,” Merida says mockingly. “You didn't play fair,” I say, still watchful for her next attack. “Agni àrd,” Merida commands and the same ball of flame flies towards me. “Oh lord,” I say, shocked as I try once more to catch it. I manage to stop it in the air with all my strength and my knees buckling, until her smile grows larger and she strikes, letting the ball of flame hit me.I fell to the floor face flat as the fire hit. “Oophf,” I groan and try to get up but I feel the pain in my arm. “What's the matter?” I hear Merida ask, her voice cracking with laughter. “I thought you could handle it,” she continued and I rise up. My gaze is hard on her and I get into position. She continues to aim at me using the elements. “What are you doing?” I ask and she raises her eyebrow.“What do you mean?” She asks and I lose my cool. “You're not training me. You're having fun,” I confess. “This is …” she starts but I don't let her finish. “Practice as
Damian's POV:I pace continuously in my room, lost in thought. Ever since Merida helped me remember a part of my past, I've felt different.My wolf senses are sharper. I can smell the faintest scents and now I feel weak after every magic I release. Turns out magic is give and take after all. How did mom ever manage to keep the secret from me for so long and even in her death I wouldn't have been able to find out if Merida hadn't taken me down a memory lane. Thorne had taken the secret to his grave and Dad too. They had deceived me all my life and I feel terrible and betrayed. I still feel used and I don't understand anything and I hope to find out more because I know I still haven't found out all I need to know. I still don't trust Merida one bit, she is a trickster and I know it is wise to trend with her kind carefully. I need her to teach me how to control my magic veins and I know she plans to get rid of Elsa. I can see it in her eyes and I won't ever let that happen. I know she
Caspian's POV:I keep struggling, my body changing and contorting as I try to break free from Raider's grip. I feel the ache in my fangs, and I want to taste his blood. “Give it to me,” I growl, aiming for his neck. I swipe my claws wildly, trying to tear his flesh, but he is strong enough to hold me. “Caspian,” Raider calls me, but I can't handle it. “Caspian, snap out of it!” He yells, and I can almost taste his sweat. Blood, I need it. His blood is strong. Just one bite.“Caspian! Snap out of it now!” He yells. I try to listen to his voice, but the voices in my head won't let me. Blood, just one taste. You can have it—just one bite. Go on, look at him. He is weak. His scent is inviting. Go on! Taste it! Do it!My vision blurs and I see the pulsing vein in Raider's neck.I lunge, jaws open wide.Raider's hands clamp down on my shoulders, holding me back.“Caspian, stop!” he shouts.But I'm consumed by this primal urge.My claws scratch, tearing into Raider's arm.He grunts in
Caspian's POV:Did I do wrong by telling Hector I failed? But he would know anyway. That shouldn't be my problem now. I need to figure out how to handle my new powers. I can feel it draining my energy. I am pacing in my room, lost in thinking as I need a new plan. Raider is better and I haven't seen him since last night.Why did I have that vision of my plan failing? Could it be that the letter was wrong? Could Merida still be alive? Something isn't right somewhere. I can feel a pull at my life force. Merida never mentioned me feeling hungry every time but it wasn't food. I wanted blood, to destroy everything. Was the price I had to pay for dark magic? Damn that woman. I should have killed her myself.“Guard!” I call out and one of the men rushes into my room. “Lord, Caspian,” he answers. “Did anyone see the witch's body?” I ask, wanting a confirmation.“No, Lord Caspian,” the guard answers. “Then how was her death confirmed?” I ask, watching his reaction. He looks scared, his fa
Elsa's POV: “You mean you are also a witch,” I say, pacing around the room. “Yes,” Damon answers and I can see Merida smirk.“What if she is lying? Putting these thoughts in your head?” I ask, glancing at Merida. My mind refusing to accept anything coming from Merida.“Sure, I bet you think I also placed the memory of his mom, which he knew and had forgotten,” Merida says. Her voice annoys me further. I badly want to rip her to shreds; her hands and feet are caged, but it seems her mouth needs to be sealed up. “Yes, I do,” I answer.“Then you're a fool, dear Luna,” Merida says, provoking me some more. Damian intervenes before I can tear her apart. His hands stopped me, and his eyes pleading. “She's telling the truth,” Damian says. “My mother was a cleric witch. One of the high witches of their coven,” I say, turning my gaze to Merida. “So, how does that help us?” I ask.“A whole lot, since Caspian is using dark magic,” Merida inputs, and I roll my eyes. “What?” I ask“You he
Damian's POVMy younger self walked alongside Thorne, looking downcast but acting fine. I follow behind, waiting to see if something else arises. Something secret that I must have forgotten.My mother's secrets, hidden for so long now, move about in my head, not giving me a moment to rest. “Damian!” I hear Elsa's voice. I halt my steps, wondering if I am hearing things. I shake my head and continue following Thorne and my younger self when her voice speaks again, this time fierce.“Damian! I need you to wake up! Wake up!” She commands.Her voice pierced my mind, clearing every other thought. “Damian, wake up!” she calls, her voice urgent and insistent.“Elsa,” I call, searching for her, but I can't find her. “Damian!” She yells again, but it isn't the sound of someone seeing me. It's in my head.I look ahead and see them reach a clear distance; the landscape remains the same, and Elsa's voice continues to echo in my mind.“Wake up, Damian!” She yells again in my head, and I hold m
Damian’s POV:A witch. Sent to kill my father. But she fell in love instead.I feel my world crumbling.Who am I, really? A half-breed? A product of deceit and love?I glance at my mother, searching for answers.But she's lost in thought, oblivious to my presence.Thorne's words fade into the background as I struggle to process this revelation.My mother's secrets.My true identity.Everything I thought I knew is a lie.I barely have time to drown myself in denial when I appear at the cottage, and my heart sinks.No, not this. Anything but this. I would give anything not to relive these moments. I walk towards the cottage and into it as if something is calling to me. My mother lies on her bed, pale and weak. She is much thinner and her lips has lost its color. I recognize the familiar taste of sadness. Something I never wish to feel again but it's in front of me and no matter how much I want it to go away, it remains.This is the same feeling of pain I had when she died. I don't wa
Damian's POVI glare at Merida, my grip on her neck tightening.“You're lying,” I snarl.Merida laughs, her eyes sparkling with amusement.“We shall see,” she says and Elsa walks towards us. “Cuimhní ar dó,” she says, her voice low and mysterious and everything stops.I feel the wind sucks me in, calling for me and I answer and I open my eyes. I turn around in shock and find myself in a familiar area. It is a small ranch, and I hear the wind blowing and the cow moo. Where am I? It looks familiar, almost like I am home.“It feels like home,” I whisper to myself as I walk forward trying to understand what is happening and I see a little boy running towards me. At first, it seems normal but I feel a part of me flash to my mind as he draws near. I look closer and I realize the little boy is me.He runs past me laughing and chasing after a butterfly, as I look on in disbelief. My heart swells as I remember the feeling. But how did I get here? What trick is Merida playing on me?The y
Hector's POVI enter the courtroom with Jason by my side, and the room falls silent. The long seat filled with men arguing stops, their eyes fixed on us.“Why the silence?” I ask, surveying the room. “You may continue your discussions,” I say, and still there isn't as much as a murmur from them.No one dares to speak. I take my seat, Jason standing beside me.“Proceed,” I order.One of the lords, Marcus, clears his throat. “Your Majesty, we propose conquering more kingdoms to expand our territory.”Another lord, Lucas, opposes. “We've been successful in battles, but at what cost? We've lost good soldiers. We should focus on growth, gather supplies, and strengthen our men and werewolf packs.”“Losses are meant to happen. That is the price of war,” Lord, Marcus speaks. He is one of the leading ranks of the werewolves and a good fighter. “You talk as if there aren't lives involved, Marcus. We cannot go to battle if all our men are dead!” Lucas speaks firmly. “We’ll train more,” Marcus
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