Se connecterThe full moon hung heavy in the sky, bathing the Shadowfang pack’s clearing in silver light, casting long, shimmering shadows across the gathering. Every member of the pack was alive with energy, their paws moving quickly across the clearing as they prepared for the mating ceremony. Months of hardship had brought them here, and now the pack was ready to celebrate not just Selene and Damien’s bond, but their resilience, unity, and survival.
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Damien remained at the window long after the others had left.He couldn't explain exactly what had made him look outside. There had been no movement, no sound, nothing obvious enough to prove that someone was there.But his instincts had reacted.Someone had been watching them.And if the stranger had managed to get close enough to watch the packhouse without being detected, then Shadowfang had a bigger problem than they realized.Garrick stood beside him.“You want to search the grounds?”Damien shook his head.“No.”Garrick frowned. “Why?”“Because if someone is actually watching us, they may be waiting for us to do exactly that.”“So we leave them alone?”“We make them think we haven't noticed.”Garrick understood.“You want them to believe they're still hidden.”“Yes.”Damien turned from the window.“Call Korven. Quietly.”A few minutes later, Korven entered the room.Damien explained what he suspected, and Korven's expression became serious.“Do you think there's someone inside t
The packhouse remained tense long after the rogue was killed.Warriors moved through every corridor, checking doors, windows, and hidden passages. No one was taking chances anymore. The attack had proven that the enemy did not need to break through the borders to reach Selene. They only needed to find a way inside.Damien stood in the center of the main hall while Korven gave him a report.“We checked everyone who was on duty during the attack,” Korven said. “The rogue took the identity of one of our guards. The real guard was found unconscious near the eastern storage room.”“Is he alive?”“Yes. Elder Myra is treating him.”Damien nodded.“How did the rogue get his uniform?”“We don't know yet.”Damien's jaw tightened.That was the problem.They kept finding pieces of the enemy's plans after the damage had already been done.Garrick stood beside him, studying the warriors around the hall.“This isn't just about strength anymore.”Damien looked at him.“No. It's about information.”Ko
The forest remained silent long after the stranger disappeared.Damien stood between the trees, staring at the empty path ahead. The scent was already fading, carried away by the wind. Whoever the stranger was, they had known exactly when to retreat.Korven shifted back into human form beside him. “We should follow.”“No.”Korven looked at him. “Why?”“Because that's what they want.”Garrick studied the ground where the figure had disappeared. “You think they deliberately allowed you to see them.”“I know they did.” Damien held up the piece of black fabric. “They left this behind, and then they made sure I saw them. They're trying to make us chase them.”Korven frowned. “But why?”“To pull our attention away from the packhouse.”That immediately changed the mood.Damien looked toward the direction of
By sunrise, Damien had barely slept.The strange howls from the previous night had stayed in his mind. He had spent most of the night moving between the packhouse and the western courtyard, checking on the guards and listening for any sign of movement beyond the borders.Nothing came.That almost made him more uneasy.When the morning patrol returned, Korven was waiting for them at the eastern gate. Two warriors shifted back into human form, their breathing heavy from running.“What did you find?” Korven asked.The first warrior shook his head. “Nothing.”“Nothing?”“We followed the sound along the northern edge of the territory. There were no tracks.”The second warrior nodded. “We found a few broken branches, but nothing that tells us who was there. The trail disappeared near the rocks.”Korven frowned. “Did you hear the howl again?”
Morning came slowly over Shadowfang, but there was no sense of peace in the pack. The warriors were already moving through the territory before sunrise, checking the borders and replacing damaged sections of the defensive barriers. After the events of the previous night, Damien had ordered every patrol to remain alert, and nobody complained. They all understood that the Witch Queen was no longer simply testing them.Inside the packhouse, Selene sat near the window with the twins sleeping beside her. Her body was still recovering, and although she hated remaining in bed for so long, she knew Elder Myra would not allow her to return to normal activities yet. She looked toward the courtyard and watched the warriors training.“They haven't stopped since last night,” she said.Elder Myra, who was preparing some herbs nearby, glanced at her. “They won't stop until Damien believes the territory is secure.”Selene sighed. “Then they'
The packhouse remained silent after the attack. Warriors moved through every room, checking the guards and entrances again while others searched the surrounding grounds for any remaining rogues. Damien stood near the broken window, staring at the forest outside. The rogue had managed to enter the packhouse by disguising himself as one of their own warriors, which meant the Witch Queen had found another weakness in their defenses.Garrick walked over to him. “We need to change the guard system.”Damien nodded. “Everyone gets checked. No exceptions.”“Even warriors who have been here for years?”“Especially them.”Garrick understood. “You think they might try it again.”“I know they will.”Korven entered the room a moment later. “We've checked the packhouse. There are no more intruders.”Damien turned. “What about the warriors?
The scent of blood still lingered in the air.Even after the fires were put out, even after the bodies were buried, the smell clung to the earth sharp, metallic, and unrelenting.Selene stood near the training grounds where the battle had ended hours ago. The soil was torn and black
The road to Shadowfang was long.Long enough for thoughts to grow heavier with every mile.The Silvermoon convoy moved steadily along the forest path, wheels crunching against gravel while tall pine trees towered on either side like silent witnesses to the journey. The wind carried the scent of ear
The morning sun filtered through the wide windows of Shadowfang’s main hall, scattering warm gold across the polished wooden floor. The pack was alive with movement wolves of all ages weaving through the corridors, laughter ringing in the air, tails wagging in excitement. Decorations hung f
The dining hall of Shadowfang was one of the grandest spaces in the entire pack estate.Tall arched windows stretched along the stone walls, allowing the afternoon sunlight to pour inside in warm golden streams. The light reflected softly off polished wooden floors and long oak tables arranged neat







