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The Northern Prison Strike

Author: Sharon
last update publish date: 2026-03-22 14:10:00

Jacob’s POV

I led the strike team hard across frozen ground with Elara beside me clutching the moonstone, Riven and Lira riding tight on the flanks, Kael and Soren bringing up the rear with bows ready. Faye stayed behind in camp holding the pack together with nothing but her voice and our daughter’s steady echo. Leaving her felt like tearing out a rib, but the vision she saw left no choice. Nyra was already inside the prison. Thorn waited. We had to end them before the binding finished.

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  • His rejected curvy secret    After the Surge – The Pack’s Breaking Point

    Faye’s POV My legs gave out the moment the massive echo surge ended. The baby stayed safe in my arms, but the Lunaris echo inside us had grown faint and exhausted. Every breath felt heavy. My body ached from the poison that still lingered and from the power I had just pushed out. The silver light around us dimmed until it was barely a glow. The battlefield was littered with bodies. Pack wolves and shadow wolves lay mixed across the grass. Blood soaked the ground. Broken weapons and burned armor covered the field. The camp behind us stood in ruins. Tents were torn or burned. Smoke rose from dying fires. The air smelled of blood and ash. I forced myself to stand. My legs shook, but I would not stay down. Our daughter stirred against my chest. Her small warmth gave me the last bit of strength I needed. Jacob reached me first. He put one arm around my waist to steady me. “Faye, you pushed too hard. Sit down.” I shook my head. “Not yet. The pack needs to hear from me.” I looke

  • His rejected curvy secret    Thorn Wounded

    Jacob’s POV I forced myself up from the ground. Pain shot through my ribs and my leg, but I ignored it. Thorn charged straight at Faye and the baby. His massive body moved fast across the field. Shadow chains whipped around him. The battlefield was absolute chaos. Shadow wolves clashed with our pack everywhere. Fires raged in broken tents. Howls and screams filled the air. My thoughts stayed on one thing only. Nothing touches my family. I would stop Thorn here. I roared his name and threw myself between them. “Thorn!” I crashed into him with my full weight. Our blades met hard. The impact shook my arms. Thorn swung his clawed fist. I ducked and slashed across his side. Black energy hissed where my blade cut. “You dare stand in my way again?” Thorn growled. He drove his shoulder into my chest. The blow knocked me back a step. I recovered fast and slashed at his arm. “You will not touch them!” Faye held the baby tight behind me. Her voice rang out clear and strong. “Jacob,

  • His rejected curvy secret    The Echo’s Breaking Point

    Jacob’s POV The battlefield had become total war. Howls tore through the air. Steel clashed against claw and shadow armor. The roar of the Lunaris echoes mixed with the dark pulse of Thorn’s power, shaking the ground beneath my feet. Shadow wolves pressed the pack from all sides, their violet eyes glowing with relentless hunger. Fires still burned in the distance. The grass was slick with blood. Every breath tasted of smoke and death. I fought through the chaos, blade moving in savage arcs, my only goal burning in my mind like a single clear flame: stop Thorn before he reached Faye and the baby. I would die here if I had to. But he would not touch them. I roared across the field as I cut down another shadow wolf. “Thorn! Your fight is with me!” Thorn turned his massive head toward me, violet eyes blazing with dark amusement. His body, enhanced by Nyra’s stolen power, towered over the battlefield. Living shadow rippled across his skin like muscle made of night. He laughed, the

  • His rejected curvy secret    The Open Field Battle

    Faye’s POV I stood on the northern field with our daughter strapped securely to my chest, the pack formed in a desperate battle line behind me. The morning sun rose pale and cold, casting long shadows across the open ground. The Lunaris echo pulsed steadily inside the baby and me, giving me the strength to stand tall and command despite the wounds that still ached across my body. My legs no longer shook. My voice would carry. The war had become a single massive clash. Thorn’s thousands-strong shadow army charged across the field toward us, a black tide of armored wolves and twisted cursed beasts, their violet eyes glowing with hunger. Jacob led the front charge, blade flashing as he cut through the first wave. Riven and Lira fought at his sides like storms of steel. Elara stood beside me, the cracked moonstone held high in both hands. I raised my voice so every wolf in the line could hear me. “Hold the line! The echo is our shield! Do not break! Fight for your pack! Fight for y

  • His rejected curvy secret    Dawn of the True Army

    Jacob’s POV Dawn broke over the smoking ruins of our camp like a cruel joke. The first pale light touched the horizon, revealing the full extent of the damage. Tents lay in charred heaps. Barricades were splintered and scattered. The ground was soaked with blood—ours and the enemy’s—mixed with gray ash from the wolves the echo had burned. Bodies of fallen pack members were being carried to the mourning fire. The air smelled of smoke, blood, and defeat. I stood in the middle of it all, blade still in my hand, blood drying on my arms and ribs. My side throbbed from the wound I had taken destroying the hidden rift. My throat burned from Thorn’s grip. Every breath hurt, but I refused to let it show. The giant portal was closed. We had survived the night. But Thorn’s promised “true army” was coming, and the pack was barely holding together. My thoughts were grim and tactical. We had bought ourselves a few hours, but the pack was exhausted, wounded, and outnumbered. If we waited for T

  • His rejected curvy secret    The Tent’s Last Defense – Thorn Pushed Back

    Jacob’s POV I gasped for air as Thorn released my throat. The shadow grip had left burning marks around my neck, but there was no time to feel the pain. The tent was collapsing around us. Canvas burned at the edges. Shadow chains whipped through the air. The giant portal above still tried to reopen, pouring fresh waves of shadow wolves into the camp. The entire territory had turned into a battlefield of fire and darkness. Howls and screams echoed from every direction. My pack was bleeding out, but the Lunaris echo was our only hope. I recovered in an instant and threw myself back into the fight. My blade moved on pure instinct, cutting through a shadow chain that tried to wrap around my leg. “Protect the Luna and the child!” I roared to the surviving warriors. “Close every rift! Do not let them reach the tent!” Riven fought at my left, his blade a heavy blur. “They keep coming! The portal is fighting to reopen!” Lira spun on my right, twin blades flashing as she severed two

  • His rejected curvy secret    Waiting for Silver

    Faye povI sat on the edge of my cot with my daughter cradled in my arms again. She nursed quietly, with her small mouth working in steady pulls that made my chest ache in the best way. Every time she fed it reminded me why I had stepped forward in the courtyard, and why I had offered my life witho

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  • His rejected curvy secret    Healing in the Shadows

    Faye povThe night felt different now that the fight was over, but the danger had not disappeared. The courtyard torches still burned, casting long shadows that moved across the faces of the pack members who watched us leave. Some of those faces held awe. Some held in confusion. A few held somethin

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  • His rejected curvy secret    The Weight of the Hall

    Faye povI had barely finished the tea Lila brought earlier, barely had time to hold my daughter close and breathe in her clean baby smell, when the tent flap opened and three warriors stepped inside. They wore the pack’s dark green tunics, with their faces serious, and weapons at their sides. One

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  • His rejected curvy secret    Awakening to Whispers

    Faye pov The soft light filtering through the white canvas felt gentle on my face when I first opened my eyes. It was morning, or close to it. The tent smelled like wood smoke, herbs, and the faint metallic tang of healing salves. My body felt heavy, as though every muscle had been squeezed and le

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