LOGINUnder the glow of the moon, Ryder, the Lycan king of the Star Blood Pack,has been searching for his destined mate. For years, he has traveled the land, following every whisper, every rumor, and every hint that might lead him to the one who will complete him. As the supreme leader of the Greenwood, Moonlight, and Shadow packs, Ryder's authority is unquestioned. But without his mate, he feels incomplete. Meanwhile, Crystal, a werewolf without abilities, lives a life akin to human. She has endured isolation. Her fate takes a drastic turn when she discovers her mate - only to be met with rejection. "I, Beta George of the Moonlight pack hereby reject you, Crystal," he declares, his voice cutting deep. But Crystal's life is far from over. Her path intersects with Ryder's and their lives become forever entwined. As Ryder discovers his mate has been rejected, he vowed to claim her. However, their love is threatened by dark forces. A ruthless adversary, driven by a lust for power, seeks to destroy the balance between packs. Ryder and Crystal must battle their enemies to stay together. As tensions rise, secrets unfold; *A traitor lurks within Ryder's inner circle. *Crystal's true nature holds more significance than she knows. *An ancient prophecy foretells a catastrophic future.
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The moon hung low in the sky, casting its glow over the gathering that seemed to fill the once empty grounds. Crystal stood beside George, the Beta of the Moonlight pack. Her heart racing with anticipation, she had imagined this moment so she thought. Amy, her best friend,had informed her earlier that George was planning a surprise for her. Now standing here she seems to know what it is all about. Just then George turned to her, his eyes bore into her soul as he spoke. "I, Beta George of the Moonlight pack hereby reject you-Crystal". A weight settled in her chest, making it hard to breathe. She thought George would accept her. When she turned sixteen, George had informed her that she was his mate and even went as far as seeing her parents. What went wrong? She thought George would accept her, at the very least acknowledge the mate's bond - he was her mate after all. "What do you mean" Crystal's voice cracked as she stepped forward. "You do not expect i, the Beta of the Moonlight pack to accept a werewolf who hasn't shifted. You are human, Crystal" he replied angrily. "I know i do not possess any werewolf abilities but you can't simply disregard the mate bond" "It's been four years Crystal. I waited for so long in order to give you time to shift. You are not one of us, I can't be with you. I would be too embarrassed to show myself in any gathering" George spat, his words venomous. "You can't do this, George" "I can and I will. I don't want to have anything to do with you". The rejection hurts deeply but what hurt even more was that George had further announced he would be taking Amy as his mate. Glancing at Amy who had walked too close to George's side not to be noticed. The betrayal cut deep and panic swirled around her, suffocating her. Her eyes locked onto Amy's, who had a playful smirk on her face. She seemed to realize she had been blinded to the truth. Amy had taken one person she thought she could rely on and trust - her mate. The pack members had been watching with a mix of curiosity and disdain. She could here the girls giggling as stood together. She felt her face burning with shame and embarrassment as the crowd dispersed. With George turning to leave, Crystal felt waves of emotions. She had been rejected and alone. What would happen to me? Would I be forced to live forever as an outcast? The rejection echoed in her mind like a mantra, with the words cutting deep. Her eyes stung even more as she watched George walk away with Amy, their hands clasped together. She felt like she was losing everything that mattered to her - her mate. Still brooding, she heard footsteps approaching her She turned to see her brother, Ethan walking towards her with a concerned look on his face. "Crystal, what's going on?" he asked, his eyes scanning the now empty grounds before him. "I could feel your emotions from afar. What's wrong?" Crystal felt a lump in her throat as she tried to explain. "George rejected me," she said, her voice barely audible. "And worst still, he chose Amy over me." Ethan's face darkened and he pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, sis. You are better off without him" Crystal nodded. As Ethan held her close, Crystal felt a wave of emotions swirling within her. She was hurt, angry and betrayed. But most of all, she was scared. What would happen to her? Would she be forced to leave the pack? Ethan seemed to sense her fear and held her tighter. "We will figure this out," he whispered. Crystal nodded "I think we need to get out of here," she said pulling away from Ethan. "I need some time to think and process everything". Ethan nodded, his expression understanding. As they walked away, Crystal felt a sense of uncertainty. ... On reaching home, Crystal's parents, Edwin and Sophia came out to meet them, concern etched on their faces. "Crystal, what happened?" Sophia asked, her voice soft with worry. Crystal took a deep breath and explained the situation, trying to hold back tears. Her parents listened attentively, their expression growing more serious with each passing moment. When Crystal finished speaking, Edwin growled silently. Crystal felt a pang of sadness and betrayal. Ethan's face darkened. "Why would Amy and George put you through this?" "I don't know. It's clear George and Amy had this all planned out to embarrass me". Her parents exchanged a concerned glance. "We will figure this out, Crystal" Edwin assured her. But Crystal knew that she would be forced to leave the pack. As a rejected mate, she would no longer be a pack member. The thought was daunting but Crystal steeled herself. Crystal excused herself. "I need some time alone," she said, her eyes welling up with tears. "Come back early ", Ethan said. Crystal nodded and turned away, her feet carrying her towards the forest. The forest had always been her comfort area. She needed to escape the pain and shame that threatened to consume her... As she ran, the trees blurred together, their branches swaying in the wind like fingers reaching out to snatch at her clothes. Crystal didn't notice. She was lost in her own world, a world of pain and heartache. She needed to outrun the pain that threatened to consume her. She ran faster and faster and stopped. She let the pain and heartache wash over her, and she screamed. She screamed into the darkness, her voice echoing off the trees. The sound was raw and anguished. It seemed to come from deep within her. It was a sound of despair, of loss, of heartbreak. Crystal felt herself breaking down. She felt like she was shattering into a million pieces, each one of them sharp...*The Broken Stone* The battlefield was quiet by morning. Smoke curled from shattered banners, broken weapons, and blackened earth. Wolves moved slowly, not as warriors now, but as mourners. They carried the fallen with reverent hands, laying them in neat rows along the edges of the clearing. Crystal stood at the center, her body trembling, her eyes locked on the place where Evren had vanished. The faint shimmer of silver light still lingered there, like starlight refusing to fade. Her throat ached terribly. Ryder’s arm tightened around her waist. He had cleaned the worst of his wound, though his ribs were still bound in bloodstained linen. His voice was low, roughened with grief. “He held the gate when none of us could. He saved us.” Crystal swallowed hard, tears blurring her vision. “He was meant to be the guardian all along.” Nearby, Shadow Pack wolves knelt. Alpha Darius stood at their head, shoulders bowed, his face carved with grief deeper than words. He had lost not o
*The Broken Stones*Wolves dragged the wounded to the rear.Crystal still knelt beside Ryder, her palms pressed firmly against the wound in his ribs. Her flames flickered weakly around her fingers, sealing blood vessels. The world around her was blurred—only the slow, stubborn rise of Ryder’s chest mattered.Ryder’s golden eyes cracked open just enough to find hers. “I’m… still here,” he rasped.She choked on a wet laugh, tears streaking her stained cheeks. “Don’t you ever do that again.”Around them, the packs regrouped—Greenwood archers dragging shattered shields, Shadow wolves closing ranks, Luca and Thalia standing guard over Crystal like twin blades. Ethan and Alia gathered survivors.For a while, there was stillness. Then the ground quaked again.A fissure split the stones near the ruined gate. Its surface sparkled unnaturally with light bleeding through like liquid fire. And from the edges of reality itself, a voice slithered: cold, terrible, and triumphant.Queen Elira's cold
*The Broken Stones*Smoke curled between shattered pillars, carrying the metallic sting of blood. Crystal’s flames flickered weaker around her hands—her breathing ragged, but the battlefield gave her no mercy.Ryder’s golden eyes met hers across the battlefield. Then the ground quaked beneath them. A shadow beast lunged, its form blotting out the rising sun. Ryder’s wolf, Aiden, surged to the surface, tearing the creature apart in a spray of smoke and fluid. But even as it fell, more shadows spilled from the mist.“Fall back!” Darius bellowed, his deep voice shaking the Stones. Shadow Pack wolves closed ranks, forming a desperate circle. Greenwood archers loosed arrows in a frantic rhythm, the hiss and thrum of their bows a fragile answer to the darkness.Luca dragged Thalia to a broken wall, their shoulders heaving as they regrouped. “We’re getting swallowed!” she snarled, her pride forgotten.“Then we dig in,” Luca growled, but even his voice cracked with the weight of it.Crystal’s
*The Broken stones* Ryder tore through a beast, its body dissolving into smoke at his claws. He wheeled, scanning for Crystal. She was all light and fire at the heart of the battlefield. Luca and Thalia flanked her, their wolves ripping through the smaller shadows trying to flank her. “Hold the line!” Darius’s voice thundered across the field. Shadow Pack warriors closed ranks, shielding Greenwood archers who were already re-stringing their bows. Evren’s wolf darted past Ryder, slamming into a shadow creature twice his size. Then, through the chaos, a new scent cut through the air—familiar, and bitter. Ryder froze, nostrils flaring. George. Crystal felt it too. From the mist’s edge, a figure emerge—George. His wolf flickered at the edges of his form as he strode forward, his face shadowed, and eyes hollow. Behind him, Alpha Williams fought three shadow beasts at once. “George!” Ryder’s growl split the air. “Stand down. This isn’t your fight anymore.” George’s lips curved slight
*The Broken Stones — Sunrise*The first howl split the sky. It was long and low, a sound that vibrated through the world. Wolves from all packs raised their heads as one, answering the call.At the Broken Stones, the world was already broken. Mist coiled over shattered pillars. The ground bore the grooves of dragged bodies, and the faint scent of blood clung to every breath of wind.Elira still stood at the heart of it all with Lesley standing just behind her.Alpha Zaiden of Silver Fang approached slowly, his cloak torn and covered with blood. His wolf, bruised and battered, prowled beneath his skin like a caged thing. His eyes burned as they fixed on Elira.“You told me we’d rise together,” he said. “That Silver Fang would rule beside you.”Elira didn’t look at him. She was watching a shadow beast drag another fallen Silver Fang warrior across the stones. Her hand lifted lazily, and the beast snapped its jaws, devouring the body in a single crunch of bone.Zaiden’s hands fisted. “Th
*Silver Fang Border — The Broken Stones, Dawn*The sky was streaked gray and pale red as the screams faded to quiet whimpers. Wind tore through the mist over the Broken Stones, uncovering the wreckage Elira had caused during the night.Dead wolves lay scattered among the cracked slabs, their blood seeping into grooves carved by warriors long gone. Black and jagged claw marks scarred the earth where shadow creatures had dragged bodies back through the Gate. The world smelled of copper, ashes, and the scent of the ancient dark.Roran stood stiff-backed among what was left of Silver Fang’s warriors. His fur was sticky with blood that wasn’t all his own. His Alpha’s banner still fluttered overhead, but its silver sigil looked dull against the morning light. Around him, the surviving wolves whispered—low, fearful murmurs that even the wind couldn’t carry away.Roran’s yellow eyes flicked to Elira. She stood unscathed at the heart of the stones, her dark gown untouched by dirt or blood. Sha












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