Se connecterA 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
The morning light that filtered through the high windows of the Shadowfang dining hall was pale and devoid of warmth. It did not bring the usual comfort of a new day; instead, it only served to illuminate the stark, icy distance that had settled over the packhouse.Selene sat at the long wooden table, a cup of tea cooling between her hands. She wasn't hiding in her room, nor was she weeping. Her posture was perfectly straight, her expression entirely blank as she stared down at the dark amber liquid. When a nearby guard bowed she returned it with a faint, hollow smileWhen Damien entered the room, the air grew instantly heavy and tense.He looked as though he hadn’t slept a single minute. The sharp line of his jaw was shadowed with stubble, and his clothes were the same ones he had worn during the confrontation the night before. His eyes immediately sought out Selene, a desperate, vulnerable flash breaking through his alpha composure.He walked over to the table, stepping into her spa
The morning mist hung low over the training grounds, softening the edges of trees and rocks. Veyra adjusted the strap of her pack, her movements measured, careful. Today was different today she would accompany Damien and Korven on a patrol. Every step she took, every glance she cast, was weighed
Veyra’s eyes traced the movements of the pack through the narrow window of her old room. The familiar sight of the Shadowfangs moving in careful rhythm stirred something buried inside her a mixture of nostalgia and cunning awareness. She had grown among them, and while many still trusted he
The 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.
The morning after Veyra’s intrusion, the pack was restless. Wolves prowled the clearing, eyes flicking toward the restrained figure at the edge twitching with tension. The full moon’s glow had faded into the soft light of dawn, but its memory lingered in Selene’s senses like a f







