로그인The morning after the union didn’t bring the expected exhaustion. Instead, Shadowfang felt held up by a lingering hum of contentment that refused to fade with the stars.
In the Great Hall, the long wooden tables were crowded, but the seating wasn't divided by pack colors. Silvermoon warriors in their pale grey tunics sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Shadowfang wolves in their dark leathers. They swapped stories of past hunts and compared the weight of their blades. There was a sense
For the first time in months, Shadowfang felt alive.Not because of a victory. Not because the threat of war had disappeared. The rogues were still out there. The Witch Queen was still plotting. The Rogue King was still gathering strength. Every wolf in the territory knew that danger was approaching.But for one day, they chose not to think about it.For one day, Shadowfang chose happiness.The packhouse had been transformed over the past week. Lanterns hung from wooden beams, flowers lined the pathways, and tables filled with food stretched across the courtyard. Warriors who normally spent their days training were carrying decorations instead. Children ran between adults, laughing loudly enough to earn several warnings from Elder Myra, which they promptly ignored.Selene stood near one of the windows overlooking the courtyard and found herself smiling despite everything.The sight felt strange.After weeks of pain, secrets, and argum
A few days passed after Elder Myra's announcement, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the packhouse wasn't drowning in tension alone. Preparations for Liora and Korven's mating ceremony had given everyone something else to focus on. Warriors could be seen hauling decorations, pack members argued over food arrangements, and Elder Myra had somehow managed to recruit half the territory into helping whether they wanted to or not.But while the pack slowly returned to life, Selene still felt stuck.The ache in her chest wasn't as sharp as it had been a week ago, yet it hadn't disappeared either.That afternoon, needing space from the noise of the packhouse, she wandered toward the river.The weather was pleasant, with sunlight filtering through the trees and dancing across the water's surface. The gentle sound of the current usually soothed her thoughts, but today her mind refused to quiet.Too much had changed.Her entire life had been built on pieces of a story she never k
A week passed after the truth came out.A week since Selene learned who Garrick truly was.A week since she discovered Damien had known all along.And a week since she had spoken more than a few words to either of them.The entire Shadowfang pack felt the change.It lingered in the air like an approaching storm, invisible yet impossible to ignore. Wolves lowered their voices when Selene walked past. Warriors exchanged uneasy glances whenever Damien appeared. Even the younger pack members seemed more subdued than usual, sensing the tension between their Alpha and Luna without understanding its cause.Selene hated it.She hated being the center of attention. She hated that everyone could feel her pain. Most of all, she hated that despite everything, a part of her still missed Damien.Every morning she woke to find breakfast waiting outside her door.Every afternoon she discovered warriors subtly shadowing her movements around the territory.Every evening Elder Myra appeared with some ex
Veyra noticed something was wrong the moment the communication crystal lit up. The connection usually came quickly, sharply, like a command cutting through silence. But this time there was delay. Too much delay. When the image finally formed, the Witch Queen and the Rogue King were already there, both watching her instead of speaking. That alone made Veyra’s chest tighten. Something had changed.“My Queen,” Veyra said carefully, keeping her voice steady. The Rogue King was the first to speak, his tone calm but probing.“Tell me, Veyra… does your Alpha know what you’ve been doing?” The question was direct enough to make her fingers tighten around the crystal, but she didn’t show it. “No,” she answered. The Witch Queen didn’t react. She simply studied her in silence, as if measuring something unseen. The pause stretched longer than necessary, and Veyra began to realize this wasn’t a normal report.Finally, the Rogue King tilted his head slightly. “And yet you still haven’t been discover
The packhouse felt different after the fight between Selene and Damien. They didn’t know what happened but they had felt the tension.Selene hadn’t moved from her room since the moment she stormed out of Damien’s office, In the beginning she felt angry. Then, as the hours bled together, the heat had drained out of herNow, she was neither angry nor sad just numb.She sat on the edge of her mattress, her knees pressed against her chest staring into the sky, mind blankHer mother had died protecting her.Her father had spent a lifetime blaming her for that sacrifice.A broken sob escaped her lips, as her emotions fluctuated with her powers like her child in her belly was reacting to her emotionsA soft, hesitant knock came from the doorSelene stiffened, her hands dropping from her face, but she didn’t look toward the entryway.“Selene,” Damien’s voice called out from the hallway. “Open the door. Please.”She didn’t move an inch. She barely even allowed herself to breathe, her gaze rema
The quiet of the gardens hadn't calmed Selene, instead it had only let the hurt she was feeling turn into anger. She left her untouched tea on the stone bench, turned back toward the packhouse, She was done waiting for the everyone in this house to decide what she was allowed to know, She was the Luna not a fragile porcelain Inside the office, Damien sat with his head buried in his hands. The desk around him was a chaotic mess of papers. Every muscle in his body ached with a bone-deep fatigue, his mind spinning in endless circles over the Witch Queen's unseen chess moves. He felt entirely drained, hollowed out by the silent warfare threatening his pack and the suffocating distance stretching between him and his mate.The heavy oak door swung wide, banging loudly against the wall.Damien flinched slightly at the sound, his shoulders tensing defensively as he snapped his head up. But the moment his eyes landed on Selene standing in the doorway, the exhaustion entirely vanished from his
Veyra paced in her room, the soft glow of lights casting long shadows across the walls. The wound on her shoulder throbbed faintly, a lingering reminder of the hit she had taken for Selene. She flexed her fingers, absently massaging the burn beneath her skin“Is this time to move on to the next pla
The moment Veyra disappeared beyond the borders of the pack lands, Selene felt it an unexpected lightness settling in her chest.Relief.It surprised her how quickly it came, she had just finally chosen to accept veyra and not listen to her instinct. Selene stood near the training groun
The pack hall buzzed with activity, the usual rhythm of footsteps, shifting weight, and murmured instructions filling the air. Yet beneath it, a tension hung, taut and unbroken, almost invisible to the casual observer. Damien moved through it like he owned it because he did. Every wolf there foll
The training grounds had long since emptied, but Selene remained.The earth beneath her feet was scuffed and uneven, marked by hours of movement footwork, pivots, controlled strikes. Sweat clung to her skin, dampening the loose fabric of her training clothes, yet she didn’t slow down







