ログインThe day moved on, but the patrol incident lingered like a quiet hum through the pack grounds. Whispers followed Veyra as she walked some curious, some wary, some slowly tipping into something like respect. Saving one of their own spoke louder than any excuse she had given before.
But not everyone was ready to soften.
Later that afternoon, Damien called Korven to his office. Papers were scattered across his desk border maps, reports of rogue movement, and a few notes from the sco
The morning light filtering through the heavy drapes did nothing to dispel the suffocating weight in the air. Selene stood by the window of the Alpha’s quarters, watching the courtyard below. The pack house had become a fortress overnight, a manifestation of Damien's rising panic. Enforcers in full patrol gear paced the perimeters, their postures rigid and hyper-vigilant. Every time she walked down a corridor, the heavy thud of combat boots mirrored her own from a calculated distance. Her movements were restricted, her privacy systematically dismantled, and every single action she took was watched by anxious eyes.Damien called it protection. He claimed it was necessary to keep her and their unborn child safe from the shadows closing in on their borders. But to Selene, it felt like a cage against her wolf’s nature, suffocating her instincts. She refused to sit idly by while her body transformed into a fragile being. If her power was evolving, she needed to underst
The sharp, sudden wave of pain that had gripped Selene’s abdomen finally receded, leaving her shaken but physically stable. She sat on the edge of the bed, taking slow, deep breaths to steady her racing heart.But as the physical pain faded, she realized something was entirely different.The air in the room felt altered, and her senses had suddenly dialed to a razor-sharp frequency. She could hear the distinct footfalls of the guards outside the heavy doors and catch scents from down the hallway with terrifying clarity. Frowning, she focused inward, trying to understand what was happening to her body.With a small flex of her will, she triggered a faint release of energy.Usually, her power felt chaotic, like an unpredictable force she had to constantly battle to keep beneath her skin. This time, it didn't fight her. The energy responded smoothly, rippling just under her surface with an easy, fluid compliance. It was as if the power was finally beginning to align itself with her.Befo
Selene was standing by the window when it hit her.One moment, she was watching the last traces of sunset bleed beyond the treeline. The next, a blade of pure agony sliced through her abdomen so sudden, so sharp, that her breath caught and her knees buckled.She caught herself on the windowsill, knuckles white against the stone.The pain flared for only a heartbeat. Maybe two. Then it receded, leaving behind a strange, hollow warmth that pulsed low in her belly.But before she could even process what had happened, the energy came.It erupted from somewhere deep inside her ancient, vast, and entirely beyond her control. A shockwave of raw power exploded outward, tearing through the walls of the pack house, across the training grounds, into the forest beyond. It didn't crash like thunder. It swept silent, absolute, and suffocating.Across Shadowfang territory, wolves stopped mid-stride.A young warrior collapsed to his knees, gasping as the pressure pressed down on his chest like a moun
The shift in the atmosphere was not a sudden storm, but a slow, encroaching fog.By morning, the everywhere felt different. Selene stood on the balcony of her chambers, watching the changing of the guard. Usually, it was a quiet. Now, the warriors moved with a stiffness. There were more of them. Many more.A soft knock at the door pulled her from her observations. Liora slipped inside, carrying a tray of honeyed tea and sliced fruit, but her usual bright chatter was replaced by a strained smile.“You’re up early,” Liora noted, setting the tray down.“Hard not to be,” Selene replied, gesturing toward the courtyard. “It looks like we’re preparing for an invasion. Did something happen at the borders last night? Damien mentioned some rogue activity.”Liora hesitated, her fingers fumbling with the edge of her tunic. “Just precautions, Selene”Selene watched her friend closely. Liora was a terrible liar; she had a habit of looking at her boots when she was holding back. “Liora, look at me.”
The heavy oak door clicked shut, the sound echoing like a gavel in the silence of the office. Korven stood by the entrance, his intuition already screaming. He had seen Damien in every state furious, grieving, triumphant but he had never seen him look this focused.“Sit,” Damien commanded, not looking up from the holographic map flickering on his desk.“Yes sir,” Korven replied, his voice level. “What’s happened?”Damien finally looked up. “What is said in this room does not leave it. Not to the Council, not to the pack, and for now not to Liora. Do I have your word?”Korven stiffened, but he nodded. “Always.”“Veyra confessed,” Damien began, the words dropping like stones. He detailed her admission: the years of jealousy, the secret pacts with the Witch Queen and the Rogue King, and the blood on her hands.Korven’s hand moved instinctively toward the dagger at his belt. “And she’s still breathing? Alpha Damien, she’s a viper. If she’s admitted to treason, the only protocol is executi
The air between them felt heavy and stagnant. Unsaid words hung between them like specters. "I've got something to tell you," they both whispered at the same time. Their sentences crashed against each other in the small space that separated their bodies. Seconds of shocked silence passed before they both stuttered “Wait, you go first.” This time Damien let out a low chuckle and Selene’s lips curved into a tired smile. The tense chill between them finally broke as easily as the dawn had chased away the night."After you, Selene. Ladies first," Damien murmured, his voice dropping to that familiar, comforting rumble. “I’ll wait.” Selene nodded, slowly pulling herself down onto the armchair. Unlike her usual grace, she moved differently. Lifting one hand to her stomach she paused, hesitating for only a moment before pressing her palm firmly against her belly. “Damien remember when we spoke?” she asked slowly, tracing circles over her fingers. “About the future? We said that when
The morning of Selene’s twentieth birthday began with a strange heaviness in the air. The sun rose blood-orange over the treeline, staining the forest in streaks of red and gold. The scent of roasted meat, fresh bread, and woodsmoke filled the settlement. Every year, the pack celebrated birthdays
Selene sat on the edge of her bed, her knees drawn to her chest, staring at the faint light of dawn seeping through the curtains. Sleep had been a stranger to her the entire night. Every time she closed her eyes, memories returned the sting of betrayal, the bruises she had hidden, the haunting empt
The morning air was cold enough to sting my lungs when I breathed it in. I stood by the training field, hands shoved into my cloak, trying to ignore the dozen eyes that followed me across the clearing. The world hadn’t been the same since the bond revealed itself. Or maybe it was just me. The
The moon hung heavy above the forest,silver light spilling across the Blackthorn Pack’s training grounds. The airsmelled of frost and pine, and Selene’s breath curled into little clouds as sheexhaled. The night was quiet, deceptively so, but inside her chest, her heart wouldn’tstop racing.She wasn’







