ログインRemus, the lead Beta of the Silver Crescent Pack, stood under the dim light of a single hanging bulb. His face was set in grim stone. In front of him, lined up against the reinforced wall, stood the twelve elite enforcers who had accompanied Duncan from the capital. These were men who had sworn oaths of blood and loyalty to the royal line.Yet, one of them had sent the perimeter coordinates to Malphas. One of them had nearly caused the deaths of the royal twins.The threat outside was terrifying, but the threat inside was a poison that had to be cut out immediately."We call this the Purification," Remus said, his deep voice echoing off the rough stone walls. He stepped to a wooden table in the center of the room. On it sat a heavy basin made of pure, polished silver, filled to the brim with sacred spring water from the pack’s ancestral lands. "An ancient custom for dark times. When a wolf’s loyalty is pure, the silver honors them. But if your soul is stained by treason..."He didn't
The morning sun rose sluggishly over the southern border, but it brought no warmth. Its pale light only exposed the raw, ugly scars left on the valley.The clearing, which had been prepared for a peaceful alliance festival, looked like a wasteland. The green grass was torn to pieces, replaced by deep, muddy craters where Malphas’s shadow magic had struck the earth. Thick, gray smoke still drifted from the edges of the forest, carrying the foul, burning stench of silver poison.Dozens of warriors from both the Silver Crescent and the Wayne packs were scattered across the area, limping toward the medical tents. The ground was littered with broken iron arrows and torn leather armor. The victory had been won, but the price was etched into the blood-stained mud.Near the main medical tent, Amora Cortez sat on a wooden crate. A thick wool blanket was draped over her shoulders, but she couldn't stop shivering. Her face was dangerously pale, her striking emerald eyes dull with absolute exhaus
Hundreds of arrows, with their tips bubbling with a sickly green, lethal silver poison, descended toward the place everywhere. Duncan was still pinned on top of Malphas, his claws buried in the giant’s throat. Zach was on his knees at the edge of the ring, panting heavily, his small body completely exhausted after unleashing his royal roar. Heidi stood right behind him, her small hands clutching her brother’s shirt, her eyes wide with fear as the deadly rain fell straight toward them.There was no time for Duncan to move. There was no time for Oscar to swing his blade.But inside Amora’s chest, the ancient maternal instinct did not just spark, it erupted into an all-consuming wildfire.A blinding, snow-white light exploded from her skin, so bright that it completely erased the crimson stain of the blood moon. Her human shape melted instantly, her bones shifting and expanding with a fluid, majestic grace. In less than a second, the elegant woman in the forest-green dress was gone.Sta
On this third morning, the air was freezing. A thin layer of frost coated the ground, but it didn't last long.By the end of the first ten minutes, the frost was entirely melted, replaced by a steaming, violent splash of red.The duel was a bloodbath.Duncan moved with a terrifying, wild speed that shocked everyone watching from the perimeter. He didn't use the clean, elegant martial arts of the royal palace. He didn't waste time trying to form energy shields that would only invite Malphas’s corruption. He was fighting the mountain way low to the earth, using the slippery mud to his advantage, shifting his weight just before the giant's massive fists could connect.But Malphas was way older and stronger, and his raw physical power was catastrophic. Every time his eight-foot frame collided with Duncan, the sound of tearing flesh and bruising muscle echoed across the valley.Duncan’s gray shirt had been completely ripped away. His chest was covered in long, jagged claw marks that drippe
Three days. The number hung over the place like a heavy, dark cloud. The unnatural red tint of the blood moon had faded, but the psychological chill Malphas left behind remained. In seventy-two hours, the duel would begin. If Duncan won, the South would find peace. If he lost, Amora and her children would become the property of a monster.On the first morning of the countdown, the mountain mist was thick and freezing. Down in the mud of the estate’s private training yard, two men stood facing each other.Duncan Alonso had stripped down to a simple black pair of training trousers. The thick white medical bandages around his ribs were tightly bound, but a faint smudge of pink showed that his internal wounds were still bleeding from the strain of his previous exertions. His silver-grey eyes were fixed on the man opposite him.Oscar Wayne stood with his boots planted deep in the damp earth. His massive, rugged arms were crossed over his broad chest, his blue eyes filled with a mixture of
Duncan Alonso stood frozen, his extended claws trembling slightly as the sheer weight of Malphas’s words crashed into his soul. For five years, he had lived in a prison of guilt. He had blamed himself for being blind, for letting Katherine destroy his marriage, and for allowing his family to exile his fated mate. He had believed it was all his failure.But it hadn't been an accident. It had been a grand design. The puppet strings stretched all the way back to the dark northern territory, held firmly in the massive, scarred hands of Alpha Malphas."You..." Duncan’s voice was a low, fractured whisper. The silver light in his eyes flared violently, fighting against the crimson stain of the blood moon. "Every lie Katherine told... every piece of silver poison... it was all you.""Of course it was," Malphas chuckled, the sound vibrating through the dirt beneath their boots. The giant Ancient took a slow step forward, the dry grass crunching under his heavy weight. "Katherine was greedy,
Amora stood frozen directly between the two towering men. The silence that followed Oscar’s sudden entrance was thick, heavy, and suffocating. Instantly, the sweet, comforting scent of the white lilies and mountain jasmine was violently suffocating.On one side stood Duncan Alonso, the Supreme Alph
The soundproofed glass doors of The 15’06 Restaurant shut out the roaring noise of the city traffic. Located on the top floor of a luxury high-rise area, the restaurant was famous among the elite for one specific reason: its absolute privacy. Inside these walls, a king could speak without his cour
Susan sat comfortably on a green wooden bench, a knitting basket resting on her lap. Her eyes never left the playground area twenty yards away. There, four-year-old Zach and Heidi were completely occupied with a large wooden sandbox. Heidi was busy building what she claimed was a giant castle for
The black car came to a halt at a particular place, It was the old Cortez cottage. The small, wooden house had once belonged to Amora’s late parents, a humble family of low-ranked Omegas. After they passed, the property had been abandoned, left to rot under the shadow of the massive trees. The pai







