Se connecterThe battle outside the packhouse had become almost deafening, but inside, everything seemed strangely different. Selene could still hear the distant clashes of claws against stone and the roars of warriors fighting outside, yet another sound had begun to dominate her senses, the deep, steady pulse coming from within her. It wasn't the heartbeat of one child. It had two distinct rhythms, both strong, both powerful, but one was unmistakably different from the other. Elder Myra noticed it too. She placed both hands carefully over Selene's stomach, her eyes widening as a faint warmth spread beneath her palms. "They're reacting," she whispered. Selene opened her eyes. "To what?" Elder Myra looked toward the windows where the battle continued outside. "Everything."Another wave of power moved through Selene's body. The candles around the room flickered violently, their flames stretching toward her before suddenly going out. Every wolf inside the packhouse lifted its head at the sam
The contraction faded slowly, leaving Selene gripping the edge of the table as she tried to steady her breathing. Elder Myra remained beside her, watching her carefully. She had delivered enough pups to recognize the signs, and there was no mistaking what was happening now. Selene's labor had begun, and judging by how quickly the pain was returning, there might not be much time before the baby arrived. "We need to prepare a room," Elder Myra said. Selene nodded, but before she could answer, another crash shook the packhouse. Dust fell from the ceiling, and the guards immediately moved toward the doors."Nobody leaves this room," one of them ordered. Selene looked at him sharply. "I'm not planning to." Her voice was calmer than she felt. Outside, the sounds of fighting were getting closer, and every instinct in her screamed that the rogues were trying to reach her. She could feel her wolf stirring beneath her skin, restless and protective despite the exhaustion weighing heavil
The northern wall shook beneath another heavy impact, sending dust and fragments of stone raining into the courtyard. Warriors struggled to hold their positions as the rogue army pressed against the defenses from every direction. The battle had become louder and more chaotic, but Damien could still see the pattern beneath it all. The rogues weren't fighting like an army trying to conquer Shadowfang. They were creating openings, forcing warriors away from certain areas, then retreating before they could be surrounded. Every movement brought them closer to one objective the packhouse.Damien's wolf snarled inside him as another group of rogues broke through the western side. He shifted fully, his massive body hitting the ground before he charged toward them. His claws tore through the first rogue that reached the courtyard, while another lunged from the side. Damien twisted sharply, caught the attacker by the shoulder and threw him across the ground. Around him, warriors fought
The appearance of thousands of glowing eyes beyond the northern forest sent a ripple of tension through the warriors gathered along Shadowfang's walls. For several seconds, nobody moved. The rogues remained among the trees, their bodies hidden by darkness while their eyes stared toward the territory. There was no shouting, no charge and no immediate attack. They simply stood there, waiting. Damien watched them carefully from the battlements, his instincts warning him that the silence was intentional. The Witch Queen had never been careless, and an army this large would not have traveled all the way to Shadowfang simply to stand outside its walls."How many?" Garrick asked quietly.Korven looked across the forest, trying to estimate their numbers. "At least a thousand.""More," one of the commanders said. "I can see movement farther back."Damien's jaw tightened. "Keep everyone in position. Nobody attacks until I give the order."The command passed
For three days, Shadowfang experienced something that had become almost unfamiliar: peace. No rogue attacks were reported along the borders, no villages sent desperate messages for help, and none of the patrols encountered the strange movements that had kept everyone on edge. The sudden silence should have been comforting, but it had the opposite effect. Damien knew the Witch Queen too well by now. She had never done anything without a reason, and after everything she had already set in motion, he refused to believe she had simply lost interest.The patrols continued as usual, though every warrior had been ordered to remain alert. Inside the Alpha's office, Damien stood over the map while Korven went through the latest reports. "Nothing from Frostclaw," Korven said. "Riverstone is quiet too, and the scouts sent toward Black Hollow haven't found any movement since their last report." Damien's eyes remained fixed on the map. "And the rogues?" "Nothing." Korven placed the report on the t
The journey back to Shadowfang was made entirely in wolf form. Korven led the pack through the dense forest at a relentless pace, his silver-gray wolf weaving between ancient trees with practiced ease while the six scouts followed close behind. None of them spoke after leaving Black Hollow. They didn't need to. The urgency in their movements said enough. Whatever they had uncovered was far more dangerous than a hidden supply depot. Black Hollow wasn't simply a forgotten forest it was a network, carefully maintained over many years and concealed so well that no Alpha had questioned its existence. If the Witch Queen controlled it, she possessed a way to move rogues, weapons and supplies across the continent while remaining almost invisible.By the time the gates of Shadowfang came into view, the sun had begun its slow descent toward the western mountains. The guards recognized Korven's wolf immediately and swung the heavy gates open without question. Moments later
The scent of blood still lingered in the air.Even after the fires were put out, even after the bodies were buried, the smell clung to the earth sharp, metallic, and unrelenting.Selene stood near the training grounds where the battle had ended hours ago. The soil was torn and black
The morning sun filtered through the wide windows of Shadowfang’s main hall, scattering warm gold across the polished wooden floor. The pack was alive with movement wolves of all ages weaving through the corridors, laughter ringing in the air, tails wagging in excitement. Decorations hung f
The dining hall of Shadowfang was one of the grandest spaces in the entire pack estate.Tall arched windows stretched along the stone walls, allowing the afternoon sunlight to pour inside in warm golden streams. The light reflected softly off polished wooden floors and long oak tables arranged neat
The Silvermoon pack was bustling with life.Morning sunlight spilled across the stone courtyards, illuminating wolves moving through their daily routines. Warriors trained in the outer grounds, their blades flashing under the sun. Servants carried baskets of herbs and supplies through the halls, wh







