LOGINThe sun was still low, sending long shadows across the pack’s training grounds. Veyra moved with quiet efficiency, helping organize supplies and assist younger wolves with agility drills. Her movements were deliberate, precise, careful not flashy, not demanding attention, but undeniably useful.
Korven observed from the perimeter, noting every gesture, every expression, ready to intervene if necessary. Damien, meanwhile, had stepped closer to watch her more directly. For the first time
Morning came slowly over Shadowfang. Smoke still lingered above parts of the territory, and the courtyard was filled with warriors moving between the damaged walls and the healer's tents. The attack had ended, but nobody treated it as a victory. Too many questions remained unanswered. Damien had spent most of the night moving between the injured, the patrol reports and the packhouse, refusing to rest until he knew the territory was secure. By sunrise, the gates had been reinforced again, the underground passage had been sealed with heavy stones, and additional warriors had been placed around the packhouse.Korven entered the war room carrying several reports. Garrick was already there, studying the map while Damien stood near the window. "The last patrol returned," Korven said. "No rogues were found within the territory, and the scouts haven't detected movement beyond the northern border." Damien took the reports but barely glanced at them. "What about the underground passage?" "Seale
The rogues withdrew before dawn.They did not retreat in panic, and they did not leave behind the usual chaos that followed a defeated army. They simply pulled back from Shadowfang in an organized movement, disappearing into the forest through the same routes they had used to enter. Damien stood on the northern wall and watched until the last glowing eyes vanished between the trees. No one celebrated. The warriors were too exhausted, too injured, and too aware that the enemy had chosen to leave.Korven joined him a few moments later, his clothes stained with dirt and blood. "They're gone." Damien nodded without taking his eyes off the forest. "For now." Garrick approached from the other side, carrying a wounded warrior toward the healers before returning to them. "We lost men," he said quietly. Damien's expression tightened. "I know." "But we held the territory." Damien finally turned toward him. "And Selene gave birth." Garrick's tired expression softened. "Both child
The room seemed to hold its breath as Selene felt another powerful wave move through her body. The blue light beneath her skin brightened, spreading across her arms and shoulders before gathering around her stomach. Damien never released her hand. Elder Myra remained focused, her expression calm despite the strange energy filling the room. "You're almost there," she told Selene. "Don't fight it." Selene nodded, breathing through the pain as her wolf moved restlessly inside her. She could feel both children now, but the first was impossible to ignore. Its presence seemed to fill every part of her.Then the room shook.A powerful pulse burst from Selene.The windows rattled violently, the candles extinguished themselves, and every protective rune carved into the walls lit up at once. Outside, the warriors stopped fighting for a brief moment as a wave of energy swept through Shadowfang. Wolves lowered their heads instinctively, some whining while others stared towa
The battle outside the packhouse had become almost deafening, but inside, everything seemed strangely different. Selene could still hear the distant clashes of claws against stone and the roars of warriors fighting outside, yet another sound had begun to dominate her senses, the deep, steady pulse coming from within her. It wasn't the heartbeat of one child. It had two distinct rhythms, both strong, both powerful, but one was unmistakably different from the other. Elder Myra noticed it too. She placed both hands carefully over Selene's stomach, her eyes widening as a faint warmth spread beneath her palms. "They're reacting," she whispered. Selene opened her eyes. "To what?" Elder Myra looked toward the windows where the battle continued outside. "Everything."Another wave of power moved through Selene's body. The candles around the room flickered violently, their flames stretching toward her before suddenly going out. Every wolf inside the packhouse lifted its head at the sam
The contraction faded slowly, leaving Selene gripping the edge of the table as she tried to steady her breathing. Elder Myra remained beside her, watching her carefully. She had delivered enough pups to recognize the signs, and there was no mistaking what was happening now. Selene's labor had begun, and judging by how quickly the pain was returning, there might not be much time before the baby arrived. "We need to prepare a room," Elder Myra said. Selene nodded, but before she could answer, another crash shook the packhouse. Dust fell from the ceiling, and the guards immediately moved toward the doors."Nobody leaves this room," one of them ordered. Selene looked at him sharply. "I'm not planning to." Her voice was calmer than she felt. Outside, the sounds of fighting were getting closer, and every instinct in her screamed that the rogues were trying to reach her. She could feel her wolf stirring beneath her skin, restless and protective despite the exhaustion weighing heavil
The northern wall shook beneath another heavy impact, sending dust and fragments of stone raining into the courtyard. Warriors struggled to hold their positions as the rogue army pressed against the defenses from every direction. The battle had become louder and more chaotic, but Damien could still see the pattern beneath it all. The rogues weren't fighting like an army trying to conquer Shadowfang. They were creating openings, forcing warriors away from certain areas, then retreating before they could be surrounded. Every movement brought them closer to one objective the packhouse.Damien's wolf snarled inside him as another group of rogues broke through the western side. He shifted fully, his massive body hitting the ground before he charged toward them. His claws tore through the first rogue that reached the courtyard, while another lunged from the side. Damien twisted sharply, caught the attacker by the shoulder and threw him across the ground. Around him, warriors fought
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







