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I was falling, falling into an abyss. Before I could hit the bottom and die, someone caught my hand, yanking me upward with an effortless pull. The darkness around me shattered, replaced by blinding light. My feet hit solid ground, but I stumbled, disoriented.A garden? Maybe.The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, their petals swaying in a gentle breeze. The grass beneath me was so green it looked unreal, like the fresh crayon in a child's coloring set. Birds chirped overhead, their melodies weaving through the rustling leaves. Somewhere in the distance, the steady rush of a waterfall filled the air, its mist catching the golden sunlight. The entire world around me shimmered—like something out of a dream, or maybe a Korean mythology drama."You are finally here."The voice was soft yet commanding, carrying an ethereal hum, like the first note of a song yet to be sung.I turned, squinting against the sunlight, and my breath hitched.She floated above the ground, her long
The moment I woke up, I was pulled into a warm chest. Another tiny body was felt in between and I immediately recognised the scent. Xavier and Aurora. Tears slid down my cheeks when I saw him teary eyed. “I am fine.” I mumbled and connected our lips. We had to pull away before we could deepen our kiss because Aurora was not happy with us kissing. I squished her cheeks and peppered her face with kisses making her scream and laugh.“Thank god you are okay. I was so scared.” A tear made it’s way down his cheeks and I wiped it away with my thumb.“I am not leaving you at all. I am here. Forever.” It was our marriage vow. Before I could add anything, the door swung open with a force that it shattered. Aurora’s shrill cry echoed in the air as a group of people walked in.Xavier stood up, standing in front of us defensively. I stood up from the couch, wobbling a bit to find my balance. Aurora was clutched to my chest, as I tried to calm her down.The energy in the room felt shifted. Those thr
The woman’s voice was almost gentle. “Those who seek to sacrifice you.” She turned to Xavier. “You are her mate.”“Yes I am. In the normal world, I am called a husband.” He sassed.She chuckled and walked to us. Xavier stepped in front of us and I hid myself and Aurora behind him. “I shall not harm you dear. I am here to help you.” She spoke. Her voice was still the same. Calm and gentle.“Let me help you.” Her eyes locked with mine and I shakily nodded. Xavier stepped aside, but stood by my side, ready to pounce. I glanced at Lucas who was looking at us with an unreadable expression. She stepped in front of me and placed her hand on Aurora’s head. Caressing her hair softly, she smiled at Aurora. Aurora’s cries completely died down. She looked at me and then at Xavier and then closed her eyes. Her palm was still on my daughter’s head.“She shall be a queen one day. Just like her mother, brave and strong. She shall inherit your fierceness and love.” She looked at Xavier when she spoke t
Everything around me was null. Nothing made sense anymore. What I thought was a normal case of being troubled by the Vampires and my repentance to protect the pack and be a better Alpha, turned out to be a part of a prophecy.A prophecy?No one has ever heard of something like that. We have only heard of tales and stories from our grandparents as kids, as they captured our attention with these stories.But today, after whatever happened, I don’t think I shall ever see them as stories.Elders never interfered with normal lives. They lived on their own. No one even knew where they lived. They could be summoned by some special people, but usually they never stuck their nose in anyone’s business at all.On top of everything, the irony was not lost on me. There was a time I rejected Ariana, now, even if she was willing to accept me, her body didn’t. Her fate didn't.I felt a sting in my chest thinking of the way she reacted to the mark and the way the mark sealed. Werewolves are proud of tw
After the shock that Xavier gave me for asking about his thoughts, both of us fell into an uncomfortable, awkward silence.What scared me even more was Aurora’s silence.I need to find out what is wrong with my baby.Her calm and composed nature irritated me to the core. Did they do something to her? I shall kill that woman if I find her again. I wanted to pinch my baby and see if she cried. Was that wrong of me as a mother? I don’t know.Xavier was not helping at all.The doorbell rang and I looked up to see if Xavier would answer the door. He did.Looked like someone from the pack had made a visit. They handed something to Xavier in a bag and left.“What is it?”“Some dress for you to wear tonight.” He handed me the bag.I peeked into it and found a white satin dress. Would it even fit me? And who selected it?I looked up to glance at Xavier to see if he was thinking about something like this, but he seemed lost.I just picked it up and headed to the bedroom, carrying Aurora on the w
She looked like a dream in her white dress. Perfect.It hugged her body, cascading from down her waist and flowing onto the floor.Would it have looked like this if we were about to be married?I could imagine her standing at the altar, her hands adorned with delicate gold jewelry, her hair woven into soft curls that framed her face. There would be no tension in her eyes, no burden of fate weighing on her shoulders. Only love—pure and untainted.I would have stood before her, heart racing, hands itching to claim her, knowing that in just a few moments, she would be mine in every way possible. No marks sealing against me. No prophecy dictating our lives. Just us. Just the way it was meant to be.Aurora would have been my pup.
I didn’t think that he would introduce me to his parents.Not like this.Not after everything.It wasn’t something I had prepared myself for—not that I ever thought about meeting Lucas’s parents in the first place. There was a time when I had dreamed of being accepted into his life, of standing by his side as his Luna. That time had long passed, and yet, here I was, wearing his family’s crown, standing before the people who had raised him.I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.Lucas’s mother was graceful, composed—her sharp eyes missing nothing. She had that natural authority that only Lunas carried, the kind that came with experience and time. His father, on the other hand, was un
The feast was in full swing. For the first time in a long time, I was genuinely happy. Happy for my pack, happy for my people and happy for myself. For the first time I felt like an alpha. Kids running around, mates chatting happily, couples whispering and laughing, everything was perfect. I closed my eyes and captured this moment in my mind.Today, I found strength, not just peace. I found the strength to fight these battles. Strength that everything shall be fine tomorrow.But there was one thing I had to do at the earliest.The Elders.I had spent my life knowing they existed but never once imagining they would interfere in my affairs. Yet, they had—declaring prophecies, speaking in riddles, and acting like they held the strings to my life.I needed answers.The decision to meet them hadn’t been easy. But if I wanted to secure the future of my pack—of her—I had to risk it. I didn’t know where they resided, but I knew someone who did.Shane.The Elder Wolf had been an advisor to my f
The battlefield wasn’t quiet tonight. Not like before.It hummed — with the steady breath of wolves, hundreds of us lined up in formation, claws half-sunk into the soil, waiting. The scent of iron and ash clung to the air. Fires glowed in the distance — torches lit by the allied packs, forming a wall of flame behind us, a symbol of the unity we’d forged.For the first time in weeks, I didn’t feel the pit of dread. We weren’t just defending anymore.We were fighting back.The packs had answered our call. One by one, they’d arrived — warriors from the North, rogues from the East who bore no crest but stood beside us like blood kin, and older packs from the South whose leaders hadn’t stepped into war in decades. And when they’d seen Ariana — fierce, strong, her rare white wolf radiating something unspoken — they had pledged more than just warriors.They had pledged hope.I stood near the front, just behind the first defensive line. Ariana was beside me, human still, but already alert — h
Dawn hadn't broken yet, but the sky was already stirring — a bruised shade of purple and blue, streaked with pale wisps of light. The kind of sky that made you forget, just for a moment, that the world was on the brink of chaos.But there was no forgetting today.The camp was quiet in a way that didn't feel peaceful. It felt heavy. Thick. Like every breath was a reminder of what we were about to do… or lose.I stood at the edge of the barracks, Ryan strapped gently to my chest, his tiny heartbeat thudding against mine like a drum far too innocent for this kind of morning. Aurora clung to my side, her little hand tangled in the hem of my coat. She wasn’t speaking much these days. She just watched. Understood things she shouldn’t have to.Around me, people moved in silence.Warriors checked their packs one last time. Mothers knelt beside sleeping children, brushing their hair away from their faces, pressing kisses to foreheads as though trying to memorize the feel of them. Mates clung t
The moonlight was different tonight.Even with the weight of fatigue pulling at my bones, sleep didn’t come easy. Ryan stirred beside me, his small chest rising and falling with a rhythm that used to soothe me. Not tonight. Tonight, everything felt... off.Lucas had left the tent a few hours ago — another emergency meeting, another report, another piece of the puzzle falling into place, but not fast enough. I stayed behind with the children, trying to cling to whatever peace I could still grasp.But when I finally did close my eyes, I was no longer in the safety of our camp.I stood in a field of ash.The sky was black — not night-black, but stained, unnatural, like ink spilt across a canvas. No stars, no mo
Weapons don’t think. They execute. And that’s all I am now.The night air was thin at the mountain’s edge, sharp like a blade, but it didn’t cut me. Not anymore. My skin had long since grown numb to the cold — and to everything else. Below, the wolves burned their torches and sharpened their blades, clinging to hope like it meant something. Like it could save them. It wouldn’t.Behind me, the vampire commander hissed orders. His voice scratched at my ears, but I didn’t bother to listen. I already knew what needed to be done. “Xavier,” he called, stepping closer. “You will lead the eastern flank. Break their line. Go for the Alpha first.” I gave a silent nod. No resistance. No emotion. He didn’t deserve words.I didn’t speak unless necessar
Later, after the vampire was returned to his cell and the council notified, I found Ariana sitting alone near the edge of the camp. The firelight danced against her pale skin, casting long shadows behind her.She didn’t look at me when I sat down beside her.“I dreamed about him again last night,” she murmured. “But it wasn’t him. It was something darker… wearing his face.” I didn’t know what to say. So I said nothing.“I don’t know if I’ll be strong enough to face him,” she added. “You will,” I said, placing a hand gently on her back. “Because you’re not alone.”She turned to me, eyes brimming but unshed. “I’m scared, Lucas.”“So am I,” I whispered. “But fear doesn’t make us weak. It just means we still have so
The vampire looked nothing like the old stories said they would. I chuckled humorlessly at my thoughts. When did these bastards look like that?No long black cloak. No aristocratic smugness or silver tongue. Just a boy. Barely twenty. Skin gray, eyes glassy, limbs trembling. He was shackled to the post in our camp’s prison tent, the thick silver cuffs burning faint marks into his wrists.But it wasn’t the cuffs that made me uneasy. It was the silence. The way he sat there, head bowed, like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Ariana stood beside me, her arms folded across her chest, her expression unreadable. She hadn’t spoken since we walked in, but her presence alone filled the tent like a storm cloud.I cleared my throat. “Name.”
The scent of blood was the first thing that hit me when I woke up.It wasn’t strong. Not overwhelming. But it was there — metallic, raw, a whisper of death floating on the morning breeze.I sat up immediately, every muscle in my body tensing. Saya stirred inside me, her hackles rising.Something was wrong.I threw on a jacket over my clothes, not bothering to tie my hair, and rushed out of my tent. The camp was buzzing, warriors moving swiftly, the air heavy with tension. Lucas spotted me from across the clearing and hurried over, his face grim.“What happened?” I demanded before he could even speak.“Attack,” he said shortly, eyes scanning the
The darkness around me wasn’t cold or terrifying. It was warm. Comforting. Like sinking into a pool of velvet night, weightless, endless. I floated there, unsure if I was sleeping or dreaming or perhaps… dying. But then a soft sound echoed—a howl, low and sorrowful, yet filled with fierce love. I turned toward it instinctively.From the shadows, a figure emerged. Familiar. So painfully familiar it made my chest ache. Saya.My wolf. My soul. But she was different now.Her fur was no longer the dusky brown I remembered. It was pure white, gleaming like snow under moonlight. Each hair shimmered faintly, as though carrying stardust within it. Her eyes were still the same—those beautiful, soulful golds—but t
The walls of the tent felt like they were closing in on me. Ryan whimpered in my arms, tiny fists waving helplessly as he searched for comfort I wasn’t sure I could give. I cradled him closer to my chest, trying to rock him back to sleep. His body was so small, so fragile it terrified me. Every breath he took was a small miracle, a tiny battle fought and won.I brushed a kiss to his forehead, breathing in the soft, sweet scent of him—milk, baby powder, and something uniquely his own. Outside, the camp buzzed with movement. I could hear the warriors sparring again, could hear the council arguing strategies in low, urgent voices. There was no time to rest. No time to feel. But I couldn’t switch it off.Tears pricked my eyes as I pressed my cheek against Ryan’s fine, dark hair. I was supposed to lead them. I was supposed to be strong.