LOGINThe 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
Sleep did not come easily to Selene that night. Even with Damien beside her, even with the warmth of his arm wrapped protectively around her waist, her mind refused to rest. Too much had happened in such a short time. The strange pain earlier that day. The terrifying wave of power that had burst from her body and spread through the entire pack. The fear in everyone’s eyes afterward. And worst of all the fear inside herself.She lay awake staring at the ceiling while the fire crackled softly in the corner of the room. Moonlight slipped through the curtains, bathing the bedroom in silver light. Beside her, Damien slept lightly, though even in sleep his brows were slightly furrowed, as if his wolf remained alert. Protective. Always protective.Selene slowly rested a hand against her stomach.Her baby.Their baby.The thought still felt unreal. A part of her was happy, happier than she had ever imagined possible but another part of her was terrified. Everything around them was falling apa
Moonlight poured across the stone balconies of silvermoon, painting everything in pale silver and shadow. Guards stood like statues along the perimeter. Torches burned low. Even the wind seemed cautious when passing through these grounds, as if it understood whose territory this was.Inside one of
Shadowfang PackMorning sunlight filtered softly through the canopy of the large ancient tree, creating dappled patterns across the clearing. The air smelled faintly of pine and earth, warm in the sun but still carrying the coolness of the night before. For the first time in weeks, there were no ur
The afternoon sun filtered through the wide canopy of a large ancient tree, its thick branches stretching far enough to cast shade over half the clearing. Beneath it, Damien sat with his back against the trunk, legs stretched out comfortably. Selene rested beside him, leaning into his shoulder, her
The welcome feast would be her first opportunity to observe the pack dynamics up close. Who sat where, who spoke to whom, what wasn't being said. Whose eyes lingered too long on Damien with admiration, and whose with resentment. Every pack had its fractures; she just needed to find Silvermoon's.







