LOGINThe Secret HeirThe night sky was an endless canvas of stars, cold and distant, watching silently over the forest that had become our sanctuary — and battleground.The Moonborn camp had quieted after the chaos of recent days, but the unease lingered, like the smell of smoke after a fire.I stood by the flickering firelight, the twins curled asleep in their cradle near me. Their breathing was soft and even, but my heart thundered with questions I couldn’t silence.They were more than just my children.I knew that much.But how much more?A sudden hush fell over the camp as the oracle approached, her steps slow and deliberate. Draped in midnight robes adorned with silver embroidery of ancient symbols, her eyes gleamed like molten silver, reflecting a wisdom older than the forest itself. The Moonborn parted respectfully, giving her space to approach the circle of warriors gathered around the fire. I moved forward, anticipation knotting in my stomach.“Luna Elena,” the oracle began, her v
The Alpha’s JealousyThe night air still smelled of smoke and blood.Torches burned low around the Moonborn camp, their flames casting restless shadows across the forest. Warriors moved quietly, tending wounds, repairing broken defenses, whispering about the Council attack that should have killed them all.I stood near the edge of the clearing, arms wrapped tightly around myself, watching the embers fade.The battle was over.But my heart was not at peace.Every scream still echoed in my mind.Every fallen body haunted me.And yet… There was Zephyr.He stood a few steps away, his dark hair tied back, his shirt torn and stained with blood that was not entirely his own. A deep cut ran along his ribs, hastily bandaged. He should have been resting.Instead, he was watching me.Not like a warrior watching his Luna. Not like a subordinate watching a leader.But like a man watching the woman he would die for.“You should be lying down,” I said softly.He smiled faintly. “And miss the chance to
The Luna’s JudgmentThe camp was silent.Not the peaceful kind of silence that followed a storm, but the heavy, suffocating kind that pressed against the chest and made every breath feel too loud.My warriors stood in a wide circle around the central fire pit, their faces grim, their eyes fixed on the lone figure kneeling in the dirt.Kara.One of my earliest followers.One of the first rogues who had bowed to me when I claimed the Moonborn. One of the women I had trusted. Her hands were bound behind her back, silver chains cutting into her wrists. Blood streaked her temple where she had fought when they tried to restrain her.I stood before her, my cloak snapping in the cold wind, the twins flanking me on either side. The night air trembled with restrained power.“Speak,” I commanded.Kara lifted her head, eyes blazing with defiance. “You already know what I did.”A murmur rippled through the crowd.“You sold our location to the Council,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm in
The Shadow’s EmbraceThe night burned.Not with fire—but with screams.Steel clashed against bone, wolves roared in fury, and the Moonborn camp was swallowed by chaos. Council assassins poured in from the forest like living shadows, their eyes glowing with cruel intent.I shifted instinctively, power surging through my veins. “Protect the children!” I shouted, flames igniting around my hands. The twins were rushed toward the inner tents, guarded by three of my strongest warriors. But fear clawed at my chest. The Council didn’t just want me anymore.They wanted my children.I launched myself into the fray, fire spiraling from my palms as I sent two assassins crashing into the trees. Their screams cut short as the flames consumed them.But more came.Too many.A blade grazed my shoulder, searing pain ripping through me. I hissed, stumbling back—And suddenly, Zephyr was there.He didn’t hesitate.He threw himself in front of me, his body taking the full impact of a cursed spear meant fo
The Council StrikesThe night was unnervingly silent, the kind of silence that pressed heavy on your chest and made every breath feel stolen. The Moonborn camp lay deep in the valley, nestled among towering pines whose branches clawed at the starless sky. Fires flickered in scattered clusters—watchfires, meant to keep predators and dark thoughts at bay.But nothing could prepare me for the shadow that fell over us.I was standing near the central firepit, watching the twins sleep, their chests rising and falling with peaceful innocence. For a brief moment, the crushing weight of leadership eased, replaced by a fragile hope. I imagined a future where they could grow strong without fear. Where I could protect them.Then the screams began.A single cry, sharp and fractured, shattered the quiet. Then another, and another—like a wave crashing over us.“Assassins!” Zephyr’s voice cut through the chaos as he sprang into action, claws unsheathed, eyes blazing with a fierce determination. “To
Damien’s PleaThe night Damien came to my camp, he didn’t arrive like an Alpha.There was no roar of dominance, no army at his back, no threatening aura that made wolves bow their heads.He came alone.Silent.Broken.The guards alerted me just before he reached the outer fire ring. I stepped out of my tent, the twins’ soft breathing still echoing in my ears, my heart already tightening with dread.He stood beneath the moonlight like a shadow of the man who once ruled my life.His shoulders were slumped. His eyes were hollow. And the wild power that once surrounded him now felt… fractured.“Leave us,” I told my guards.They hesitated.“I can protect myself.”They obeyed.Damien didn’t speak right away. He simply stared at me, as if memorizing every inch of my face like a man who feared losing it forever.“You look different,” he finally said.“So do you.”A faint, humorless smile tugged at his lips. “Good. Maybe that means we’re both finally bleeding.” My arms crossed over my chest. “







