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 battlefield was drenched in ash and blood, yet silence had fallen. A terrifying silence. One that blanketed the field like a curse before a storm. I stood at the edge of the clearing, sword still drawn, limbs heavy, eyes searching. The vampires made a grave mistake. No two. One was to be a coward and attack the pups of the pack. The other was to awaken the prophecy. Ever since yesterday, Ariana has been invincible.Everyone around her, including Shane and the Elders were scared of her. She didn’t notice much of herself, but everyone around could see the shift in power. Moreover the murmurs of the prophecy caused much more fear and stir in both the vampires and the werewolves.This was the fourth day, and we were tired and worn out, but the need to eliminate those bastards was even more powerful. Soldiers clashed, clashed on every end and fought
Pain gripped through my stomach making me wince. I held my bandage and looked at my palm to see if I was bleeding again. Shane had done a good job bandaging me and stitching me up. The wound from Ryan’s birth was still healing and this was just a few inches above that. The war was another big chaos. The vampires were one hell of people, and their way of war was another league altogether. I walked to the end of the tent, looking out to the battlefield, where the wolves lay healing. The pack doctors, bless them, were doing their best, but the weight of everything was catching up to all of us.A chill swept through me—one that had nothing to do with the wind.Shane appeared behind me, her face pale. “Ari,” she said, her voice cracking. I turned, heart slamming against my ribs. “What happened?”“The packhouse,” she whispered. “They broke through. The vampires… they got to the packhouse.”For a moment, my body turned to stone. The world spun. “The children?”“We don’t know. We’re getting s
There are levels of torture, hurt, agony and worry. And one of the highest is betrayal. The vampires acted as if they were the most polished and well-established members of the community, and their sacrifice, as they proclaimed, to please their other higher-rank members, seemed like a façade. The fear of being eaten alive and defeated at the end, seemed to creep a sense of fear in them.I’d seen them on the battlefield—some of them elegant and merciless, others wild and untamed. But today… today something was off. Not all of them were fighting with their usual fervor. Not all of them looked like they even wanted to be there.At first, I thought it was my imagination—wishful thinking. After all, I was exhausted, drained, and fraying at every edge. Ariana was still recovering, barely alive, being tended by Shane and the other healers behind the lines. But then I saw it again. A vampire with ash-blonde hair stood over one of our injured warriors. He raised his clawed hand… and paused. Jus
The pain was dull now — not sharp like it had been yesterday. Not the searing kind that made my body jerk or my mind scream. This pain was deeper. Softer. The kind that makes you float somewhere between sleep and sorrow, somewhere between memory and madness.I was healing. Shane said I would live.But I wasn’t sure that I wanted to.I lay still in the tent, the air heavy with smoke and antiseptic, with the rustle of bandages and whispers of broken warriors. I could hear Lucas barking orders outside, his voice rough with exhaustion. Aurora’s name clung to my throat like a prayer I couldn’t whisper. My body wouldn’t move the way it should — not yet. My ribs were still cracked, muscles torn, and a part of me felt like it had been ripped away completely.
The world had turned red.It wasn't just the blood soaking the ground, or the flames licking the tree line. It was something deeper — a rage, a fury, a heartbreak that turned every breath into fire. The moment I saw him, my fists clenched so hard I thought they might shatter.Xavier.But this wasn’t the Xavier I had once known. No trace of humanity remained in his eyes. They glowed an unnatural crimson, and his skin looked like pale stone under moonlight. A dark mark curled across the side of his neck, pulsing like a living thing. He stood tall, cold, still — until the killing began.He didn’t pause. He didn’t hesitate.He moved like a weapon forged in vengeance.
The battlefield was soaked in blood. The scent of iron clung to the air, heavy and choking, and I could taste it with every breath. My muscles ached, my wolf growled beneath my skin, but I couldn’t shift again—not yet. Not while we were surrounded by wounded warriors and smoke.We had won that day. Barely.But victory didn’t taste like glory. It tasted like ash.I was limping through the battlefield, checking for the fallen, calling out names I didn’t want to forget, when I heard it.A scream.Not just any scream. Hers.“Ariana!”It tore out of me before I realized I was running. I shoved past fighters, jumped over collapsed tents, stumbled through pools of blood and bodies—living and dead. I didn’t know who was still standing. I didn’t care. I needed to get to her.When I found her, I couldn’t breathe.She was on the ground, curled around her stomach, blood soaking through her armor. Her wolf—Saya—was already retreating beneath her skin, the shift collapsing from pain or fear. Her eye