Mag-log inVeyra 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
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
Morning crept gently over Shadow fang.Soft light filtered through the curtains, warming the room in quiet shades of gold. Selene stirred first, blinking slowly as awareness returned to her. For a moment, she simply lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of breathing beside her, to the distant s
The feast did not end with a bang.The Laughter returned after the Alpha’s explanation, as if the pack collectively decided not to look too closely at the moment their leader had nearly lost control. Music resumed, slightly off-tempo at first, then smoothing itself out. Glasses were
The moon hung low over the pack grounds, pale and watchful, casting silver streaks across the dewy grass. The air was thick with tension, the night unusually still except for the occasional rustle in the forest. Wolves in the outer patrols moved cautiously, ears flicking and muscles coiled, Even se
Veyra paced in her room, the soft glow of lights casting long shadows across the walls. The wound on her shoulder throbbed faintly, a lingering reminder of the hit she had taken for Selene. She flexed her fingers, absently massaging the burn beneath her skin“Is this time to move on to the next pla







