Mag-log inThe 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 grounds, arms folded loosely across herself, eyes unfocused as she watched wolves move through their drills. Her thoughts, however, were far from the present.Veyra had saved her in a way and althoughThe 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
Veyra sat alone inside her room, the curtains drawn tightly as moonlight barely slipped through the cracks. The communication crystal rested in her hand, colder than usual against her skin. For a long moment, she simply stared at it, her thoughts restless. Ever since the last attack, something had changed not only inside Shadowfang, but inside her too. Malric’s face kept flashing through her mind.Everything was becoming harder to balance.Taking a slow breath, she activated the crystal.Dark energy flickered across its surface before the figures of the Witch Queen and Rogue King appeared. The Witch Queen stood tall and graceful as always, white hair cascading over her shoulders, her pale eyes unreadable. Beside her, the Rogue King leaned against his throne lazily, though the dangerous look in his scarred face never faded.Before either of them could speak, Veyra straightened slightly. “I wasn’t aware Shadowfang would be ambushed tonight,” she said carefully. “Or tested.”The words had
Night had fallen heavily over Shadowfang. The forest surrounding the pack was unnaturally quiet, the kind of silence that made even experienced warriors uneasy. Clouds covered the moon, and cold wind moved through the trees like something alive. Inside the pack house, Selene sat near the fireplace wrapped in one of Damien’s shirts, trying to focus on the same page of a book she had already read five times. Her mind kept drifting, unsettled, like her body was waiting for something she couldn’t see.Ever since training earlier that day, that feeling hadn’t left her. A tightness in her chest. A restless pacing in her wolf. Something approaching. Something wrong. She slowly lowered the book onto her lap and stared into the fire. That was when the first howl broke the silence outside. Then another. And another.Selene shot to her feet instantly. The door burst open seconds later and Damien stepped inside already dressed for battle, his expression hard. “They breached the western border,” h
The next morning, Selene woke before the sun fully rose. Soft golden light slipped through the curtains, painting faint patterns across the bedroom walls. For a moment, she simply lay there staring at the ceiling while the memory of the dream replayed itself inside her mind. The endless white space. The warmth. Her mom’s voice telling her she would not fall.Slowly, Selene rested a hand against her stomach.The fear was still there.Of course it was.War was still coming. The Witch Queen still wanted her. The power growing inside her still frightened her in ways she could barely explain. But something about it felt different now Quieter Like it had stopped fighting her.Beside her, Damien was still asleep, though even now one arm remained wrapped protectively around her waist. His face looked more relaxed than it had in days, but the faint crease between his brows remained. Even in sleep, he carried the weight of the pack on his shoulders.Selene carefully slipped out of bed, trying
The pack hall hummed with low voices, the scent of iron and fur thick in the air. Wolves sat in clusters, some sharpening claws, others exchanging updates about patrols or recent rogue sightings. Veyra stood near the far wall, arms crossed, observing quietly. Every glance, every subtle shift of post
The morning sun spilled across the training grounds, catching the frost on the grass and the taut muscles of the pack. Wolves moved through coordinated drills, practicing stances, attacks, and defensive maneuvers. The air was tense but disciplined, each movement sharp and deliberate. Every snap o
The pack moved around Damien like a living thing, breathing, shifting, adapting yet none of it touched him.From the balcony, he watched wolves rotate through duties. A group of healers crossed the courtyard carrying bundles of herbs. Two sentries switched posts with quiet efficiency. Near the east
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 e







