Mag-log inWINTER
After dinner, Crystal and I let our wolves out for a run before taking a walk through the flower fields near the castle. As we passed through the front gates earlier, the maids and guards offered warm greetings. I returned each one with a nod, reminded once again of how deeply this pack had embraced me.
“Why are there more guards tonight?” Crystal’s voice came from behind me after we shifted back into our human form.
“Kallias has tightened security. There’s been a rise in rogue attacks lately and he wants to be sure I’m safe."
“Oh, right. The ever-mindful husband who loves you so much. Why do i even asked?"
I turned toward her, catching the smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Something about her tone felt off and the way she glanced bitterly at the maids who greeted me earlier didn’t escape my notice.
Why does it feel like… Crystal was jealous of me?
'Oh come on, Winter. That couldn't be.'
Scanning around, I spotted Julian, Kallias’ Beta. He stopped in front of me, bowing with respect though we’d long since become more like friends.
“Luna, what are you doing out here?”
“Just getting some air, Julian. Is there any issues?"
“You should return to the castle now, Luna. Alpha ordered me to make sure you stayed indoors cause there will be another rogue attack tonight."
Hearing that, my heart sank.
Rogue attacks weren’t exactly a rarity since I moved here. Unlike my father’s territory, Kallias’ pack borders the wild forest directly, a place teeming with their kind. While many of the recent attacks were minor mere tests of our defenses, there was something more that happened between my mate's pack and those beasts.
The Stoneclaw Pack's Alphas even before Kallias had been locked in a rivalry with a faction of elite rogues, not the mindless drifters but the higher-ranked. But the kind that are brutal, merciless, and blood thirsty. The rogue kingdom, ruled by its king who had a reputation for brutality.
Just then, a distant howl that I recognized rang into the air.
“That’s the Alpha’s warning! They’re here! Luna, you must take cover!”
“But my mate-"
“He’ll be fine. Our priority is your safety, that’s his command. Go, Luna! Get back to the castle!” Julian's voice rose, almost a shout.
I nodded quickly and grabbed Crystal’s hand. “Come on!”
Damn it.
The flower fields were beyond the castle gates, far too close to the edge of the forest. We'd wandered too deep and now we had to loop around the perimeter to get back to safety.
As we ran, my wolf stirred, her senses flaring. I picked up movement in the trees surrounding us but I pushed the awareness down, trying not to let fear break my focus as I run forward.
Crystal suddenly stumbled. Collapsing to the ground mid-sprint and crouching down.
“Crystal!” I skidded to a halt, dropping to my knees beside her.
“I-I sprained my ankle!” She cried in pain.
Panic surged in my chest, "Hang on, I'll shift. Hop on my back after that alright?"
I closed my eyes, trying to shift into my wolf form. But there was nothing I felt. My wolf was too rattled by the fear flooding my system.
"Damn it!”
We have to move before they can get us.
“We have to keep moving,” I said to Crystal, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. “Lean on me.”
I pulled her up and supported her weight as we staggered forward. We move sluggishly, every step felt like eternity. But at last, the castle came into view.
And that’s when my heart shattered.
The once peaceful lawn was now a battlefield with chaos everywhere. Bodies of our pack members lay strewn across the grass and flames crackled along the road leading to the entrance.
This wasn’t a reckless raid. Lesser rogues would never dare to go this far.
Gritting my teeth, I guided Crystal toward the castle entrance, searching desperately for a break among the flames. The heat scorched the air around us.
That’s when I felt Kallias’ voice crashing into my mind through the mind-link,
‘Winter! Where are you? What’s happening at the castle? Answer me, Winter!'
‘I just got back,’ I answered quickly, eyes scanning the wreckage. ‘But it’s chaos here. I'm with Crystal.’
In that instant, I felt his relief pulse through our bond. It was so intense it nearly staggered me.
‘Hang on. I’m coming. I’ll be there in a second.’
Beside me, Crystal choked, coughing as the smoke grew thicker.
“Oh Moon Goddess..no…” Her eyes filled with tears as they darted over the destruction around us.
After all this pack has become her home too.
“Crystal-”
Then, she turned to me sharply.
“This is all your fault, Winter,” She hissed.
“W-what?” I breathed, shocked.
"When they found out you couldn't bear a baby, they smelled weakness. They knew Kallias would break and they were right. Now look around," She snapped, gesturing wildly. "All of this chaos? It’s because of you. Your flaw made the whole pack vulnerable!"
Her words hit me like a slap.
My lips parted but no words came.
I stared at her, trying to make sense of the venom in her tone.
Her hand pressed onto my shoulder not to comfort me but to assert something. “If only I were the Luna,”
Before I could react, Crystal shoved me hard, straight toward the flames.
I screamed as my balance gave way, but it was too late. I hit the ground with a searing jolt, the heat licking at my skin. At that exact moment, my wolf snapped to attention when Kallias arrived.
Through the smoke, I saw him shift back into his human form. I opened my mouth to call out, but then Crystal suddenly collapsed to the ground.
“Alpha…” She called.
Kallias’ eyes widened hearing that.
My chest constricted. No. No Kallias... what are you doing?
“Alpha… help me…” She whimpered again, her body trembling as if she were the one who had been thrown into the fire.
“Crystal!” I've never heard him that panicked before.
Two women lying there need his help, I was his mate, his Luna, but Kallias didn’t even look at me. My heart didn't just crack but shattered seeing him rush towards Crystal.
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My mother used to say that even a snake you raise with love is still a snake, it will bite you someday. She told me that the day I let Crystal move into Stoneclaw Pack with me right after Kallias and I completed our mating ceremony.
Now, all that remains is regret for not listening to her words.
The door creaked open and Kallias stepped into my room. I kept my gaze fixed out the window, refusing to look at him.
“Snowfall, how are your legs?” He asked softly, sitting at the edge of the bed. He reached for my hand.
But I pulled it away instantly.
Kallias blinked, startled by the rejection.“What’s wrong?”
I turned to him and gave the coldest stare I’d ever offered.
“Why are you here now after you left me burning to save my maid?”
WINTERI can’t even remember the last time I was in the Winterwood Pack. It must have been ages ago. Ever since I moved out with Kallias, our visits grew rarer and rarer. He always claimed to be too busy, but deep down, I knew the truth; he simply didn’t want to go back there. Kallias and my parents never got along from the very beginning. Even when my father passed away, we stayed only a single day and night before leaving again. Thinking about it now fills me with a deep, stinging regret. How foolish I had been.I used to think returning here alone someday after leaving Valtor’s place, whether because he’d finally had enough of me or because I’d walked away myself.Never once did I think I’d be coming back with him. That I would bring him here, to the Pack where I was born, to the home I once called mine.“We’ve arrived,” Valtor said as he stood, offering his hand to help me down.I accepted it and rose. The moment I stepped out of the carriage, a cool breeze brushed against my cheek
WINTERI can't stop thinking about what Loran told me yesterday. He said what Valtor did to Alaric was only the beginning, that he would go much further if he had to, that he’d do whatever it took to protect me even from his own people. I didn’t want to find out just how far he would go. I didn’t want his followers to turn against him, didn’t want them to hate him because of me.In the evening, I took a long bath, but it did nothing to quiet the chaos in my thoughts. I tried to get some information from the maids about what had happened to Freya, but none of them spoke. I also hadn’t seen Freya since yesterday morning. That woman just vanished without a trace.Maybe I should ask Valtor directly, I thought. He was supposed to be in his study right now, meeting with his council.But when I stepped out of the bathroom, I froze. Valtor was already there, seated at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on me.Then in that deep, commanding voice, he said,“Come here, kitten.”My feet moved on
CRYSTAL“That rogue is already dead, Alpha. There's nothing we can do."“Dead? Fuck!” Kallias's roar echoes off the walls. “Then what about the deal he promised me? What about our cooperation?!”The chaos of papers scattering through the air, a vase shattering into pieces against the floor, greeted me as I stepped into Kallias’s study. His face was flushed crimson, nostrils flaring, his jaw so tight it looked like his teeth might break from the strain. Julian stood before him with head bowed low, too afraid to lift his gaze to the Alpha who now looked half-possessed by fury itself.“Just let him rot anyway,” I said calmly, resting a hand over my stomach.Both men’s eyes snapped toward me at once.“Get the fuck out, Crystal." But I didn’t leave. I stepped further into his wrecked study, ignoring the storm brewing in his eyes. Old me would have turned around, I would have just kept quiet like the obedient toy Kallias expected me to be. But I was done pretending to be some decorative, u
WINTER“Freya, I think that’s too much,” I said sharply.It’s not that I took what happened yesterday lightly. The moment I heard Alaric was dead, it felt like the air had been punched out of my lungs. And I wasn’t defending Valtor’s decision to burn that place down with Kallias and Crystal still trapped inside.But when the word war slipped into the conversation, a war between the Rogue Kingdom and the Werewolf Packs, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Our people had been enemies for as long as history remembered, always striking, raiding, and retaliating. But a true war… that hadn’t happened in ages. And I knew both sides wouldn't want to relive that horror again.“You disgusting hypocrite,” Freya rose to her feet, eyes shining with fury. “You’ve already thrown the entire kingdom into chaos and now you’re acting like some frightened lamb? What did you think would happen after this? A celebration?"“I’ll try to talk to them-"“Who? The Alphas?” Freya asked, “Who do you thi
WINTER“Is that Kallias? Did that bastard not only approach you, but dare lay his hands on you?”I still couldn’t bring myself to answer.Valtor gripped my hand, bringing it to his face, inhaling deeply as if he needed to reclaim what was his. The way he pressed my skin to his nose like he owned me, made my breath hitch. My scent clung to him, yet something that didn’t belong lingered beneath it. Kallias's scent tainted me after he forced himself too close, his hand gripping me before I could shove him away. I’d fought and screamed, but he’d already pulled me into his arms by the time the guards arrived and tore him off me."Please erase it from me," I whispered. "I don’t want any part of that man left on me. Clean me, replace what Kallias left with yours."A flicker of satisfaction flashed in Valtor’s eyes.He cupped my jaw and before long, his lips found mine again. I clung to him, my arms wrapping around his neck as I pulled him closer. His scent enveloped me, drowning out every tr
WINTER“Fire…” I breathed, panic clawing up my throat as orange flames bloomed from a single point, licking outward in greedy waves. Thick smoke curled into the night air, “The mansion is on fire. Valtor is still inside!” “The King has ordered us to keep you in the carriage, lady." one of the guards said firmly, standing rigid outside the door.“Are you crazy? He is still in there!” I snapped, my voice trembling with fury and fear. “I have to get to him.”After that unpleasant encounter with Kallias earlier, I begged to be taken somewhere he couldn’t reach, and the guards suggested I wait in the carriage instead. Foolishly, I hadn’t argued; I’d even felt a small sense of relief. The corset cinching my ribs now felt unbearable, and the jeweled crown pressing against my scalp was suddenly too heavy to wear. I wanted to tear them both off. The air inside the carriage was thick and stifling, yet I forced myself to breathe, desperate for a wisp of cool air.Where had this sudden fire co







