Mag-log in034The silence that followed the slamming of the door was suffocating.Rebecca hung from the silver shackles, her wrists throbbing in perfect rhythm with the heavy pulse in her ears.The confirmation of the life growing inside her should have been a moment of joy, but in this windowless hole, it felt like a death sentence.It wasn't just her heart beating now; it was something Klaus intended and was determined to snuff out.Brenda stood up from her bench, the serene mask she's been keeping since the ceremonial ground finally cracked completely around the edges. She paced the small cell, her footsteps clicking sharply against the concrete."Pregnant, ehh!" Brenda muttered, more to herself than to Rebecca. Her voice held a rough edge of resentment. "Of course you are! One more thing for Kenziel to be 'noble' about, and one more reason for him to be the hero."Rebecca forced her eyes open, her vision blurring in the dim yellow light. "Is that... what this is?" She wheezed out. "Jealous
033The air in the bunker didn't just smell of silver; it tasted of it too and every breath Rebecca took felt like inhaling fine needles, a metallic burn that scraped against the back of her throat and settled deep in her chest. The silver-plated mesh in the walls acted like a vacuum, siphoning away the natural warmth of her wolf and leaving her skin sweaty and cold.She hung from the wall, her wrists raw where the shackles bit into the flesh. Every time she tried to shift her weight, the silver burned a fresh path into her skin.‘Don’t fight it…’ a voice whispered in the back of her mind. ‘– the more you struggle, the deeper it cuts.’Despite the warning, Rebecca couldn't stay still because the Moonblight was still a thick, oily film over her thoughts, but the pain was helping — it was like something sharp and real to hold onto while her mind tried to float away."You’re going to hurt yourself, Becca." Brenda’s voice came from the corner of the cell.She was sitting on a low wooden
032The ceremonial grounds were no longer a place of worship but rather a graveyard of tradition.The firepits had been overturned, spilling ash and embers across the stone like scorched snow. The scent of merriments and celebration had been replaced by the heavy, iron stench of blood and the acrid smell of spent gunpowder.Kenziel stood at the center of the wreckage, his chest heaving loudly in his chest. His knuckles were split, and his dark tunic was torn, but he felt none of it. His eyes were fixed on the empty space near the stone pillar where Rebecca had been standing only moments before."Alpha..." Alexander called in a jagged edge like voice as he approached from the shadows of the infirmary. He was wearing a mask of cold and controlled fury on his face. In his hand, he held a small, delicate object that shimmered in the dying light of the torches.Kenziel turned abruptly, his gaze dropping to Alexander’s palm — it was a fragment of the silver tray Brenda had been carrying an
031The world outside the car was a blur of dark trees and silver moonlight, but inside, the silence was heavy enough to choke.Rebecca leaned her head against the cold glass of the window, her breath coming in short, jagged hitches. The Moonblight Serum was a cruel passenger in her blood, turning her thoughts into frayed threads that refused to weave together. And every time she tried to remember the path they were taking, the image dissolved into a smear of grey.She knew this feeling, this helplessness, it was the ghost of her first life, rising up to remind her that no matter how fast she ran, the shadows always had a longer reach.Beside her, Brenda was curled into the corner of the seat, her shoulders shaking with silent, rhythmic sobs. To anyone watching, she was a sister in mourning, a victim of a cruel fate. But Rebecca could feel the heat radiating from her — not the heat of fear, but the energy of someone whose plan was unfolding exactly as intended."Becca..." Brenda whi
030It was full moon that night and for one suspended breath, the world seemed to hold still.The final chant rose above from the elders’ lips together in an ancient harmony. Firelight flared as offerings were thrown into the flames, the drums were beating faster to rhyme with the tradition.— and then…A howl tore through the air in a raw and unnatural manner, slicing cleanly through the ceremony’s sacred rhythm. It wasn’t one of theirs, it was answered by another — the sound coming from beyond the outer treeline and the shadows.The drums stopped abruptly, same as the cheerful laughter, aND the next seconds there was confusion.A sharp, echoing crack rang out as protective sigils flared and shattered, followed by loud screams as dark shapes burst from the trees, moving with brutal precision.They were wolves and men and something in between like forms shifting mid-stride with wet, tearing sounds — Klaus's forces had arrived.The Dark Knight Pack scrambled in response as warriors sur
029 While the Dark Knight Pack prepared for the traditional ceremony, another pack prepared for blood.Klaus stood alone on the balcony of his estate. The moon was low in the sky, shinning a pale light on the sharp edges of buildings and weapons.Below his gaze, the enemy's territory was sleeping, unaware of the danger that's lurking. They trusted their borders to keep them safe, but the man watching knew he could get in easily. To him, timing was everything — not kindness or mercy."The Marking Ceremony..." The words settled on his tongue like it was a promise, it was almost poetic.For generations, the Dark Knight Pack had treated the ceremony as sacred — an evening when there'll be less vigilance, when warriors lowered their guard in honor to tradition. Patrols will be thinned, and their attention will be divided between ritual and celebration."Now, this is what I call a beautiful flaw…" Klaus muttered slighhtly under his breath as his lips curved faintly.He had known of the cer
027 Slowly, she was regaining consciousness, as the darkness she was enveloped in was starting to fade.Rebecca surfaced in fragments — little by little, she was regaining her memory as she woke. A low hum filled her ears and the air smelled sharp and clean, stinging her nose with antiseptic so st
026 The party was already getting wilder as people laughed loudly. Some were telling jokes to another, while some just smiled at nothing in particular.Crystal glasses clinked endlessly as servants moved with trays that were refilled too often, and the music that was once elegant was now carrying a
024 "Carson…?!" Kenziel blurted out, his face was the perfect mixture of surprise and confusion. "Tell me it's not you.""If you believed I'm not, what can I say then?" Carson said sarcastically, shrugging his shoulders."Man, how many years it is already?" Kenziel said with a small laugh. "You di
023 •DARK KNIGHT PACK•It was still early in the Dark Knight pack but the weather wasn't as bright as other morning, since the morning sun seems to be hiding, as if it was refusing to show itself.Kenziel was in his study, as usual, going through some ancient book, not minding Alexxander and Herzl







