* Moonlight Pack *
The air was thick with unspoken words as the Moonlight Pack gathered in the courtyard once more. This time, it was for farewell. Crystal stood before them. Tall, graceful, her silver-blue eyes calm and unwavering. The faint shimmer of her newly awakened power clung to her skin like moonlight, her presence commanding quiet awe from every wolf present. Ryder stood at her side now, a silent but burning force beside her. His golden gaze rested solely on her, fierce and possessive but he made no move to rush her. Not yet. He would wait for her word. “Are you certain?” Edwin asked softly, his voice thick with emotion as he stepped close. Crystal smiled faintly “I am. My place is with him now. The bond… it’s real, father. I can feel it in m*Shadow Pack — The Sacred Grounds, Night*The Shadow Pack’s sacred grounds were carved deep into the mountain, a hollow chamber where moonlight shone through cracks in the stone. Torches lined the walls, but they burned with black flame.Crystal stood barefoot on the rough stone circle, she gasped softly as the priestesses surrounded her. Their robes were ink-dark, their voices low as they chanted words in a tongue she had never heard. Their faces were painted with streaks of ashes, their eyes glowing faintly in the dim.It felt like stepping into the belly of the mountain.Ryder stood at the edge of the circle, his golden eyes fixed on her. His wolf, Aiden, prowled restless beneath his skin, growling against the restraint Ryder forced on him. Everything in him screamed to pull Crystal away, but he had promised… he had sworn… to trust her strength.Still, his hands curled into fists at his sides.The lead priestess, a woman with long silver hair braided down her back, lifted a curved
*Moonlight Pack — Alpha’s Hall, Morning* The news spread like wildfire. First it was a whisper among the guards. Then a murmur in the training yard. By dawn, it went through the entire Moonlight Pack. George was gone. The dungeon cell that had once held him… the disgraced Beta, the son who betrayed his mate… now stood empty. The silver shackles that had burned into his wrists were discarded on the floor, twisted and broken as though they had snapped. Alpha Williams stood in the hall when the guards delivered the report. His heavy cloak dragged behind him, his crown of authority glinting with polished steel. Yet his face, usually hard with arrogance, tightened with humiliation. “How does a prisoner vanish from chains forged to hold Alphas?” he demanded, his voice sharp. The guards shifted uneasily under his glare. “We… we do not know, Alpha. The night watch swore he was secure. But by morning…” “By morning, my son has made fools of us all,” Williams snapped, his hand slamming a
*Shadow Pack — Elders Hall, Night* Crystal sat at Ryder’s side, her fingers cold against her thigh though she forced her spine straight. The eyes of the Shadow Pack elders bore down on her like blades. Their gazes were searching for any sign of weakness. Alpha Darius sat at the highest seat, his frame massive, shoulders draped in black fur. His eyes bore a gaze that rarely betrayed what he thought. To his right sat Evren, his Beta, silent as ever, though his watchful eyes seemed to miss nothing. “You stand before Shadow Pack,” one of the elders began, his voice raspy with age. “And before the Flame.” His eyes narrowed at Crystal, cold and mistrusting. “We remember flames. They do burn, consume, and they do not heal.” A low murmur rippled across the hall. Some nodded, others frowned, but none spoke above the whisper of doubt. Crystal swallowed. She wanted to speak, to defend herself, but Ryder’s hand brushed hers lightly. His golden eyes locked onto the council, his wolf, Aiden, r
*Shadow Pack— Market Square, Evening* The market in Shadow Pack was always busy. Lanterns strung between wooden stalls glowed in soft gold. Wolves traded for meat and cloth, pups darted through the crowd, their laughter cutting through the tension that had hung since the last council meeting. But beneath the color and noise, unease lingered. Eyes glanced over shoulders, many hands twitched close to weapons. Everyone knew Silver Fang was stirring again. Everyone knew the silence was danger itself. Crystal walked beside Ryder, the Alpha’s presence drawing wary respect from those who parted the crowd for them. She held herself steady, every line of her posture composed, but her wolf, Aelira, prowled restless within. …Hmph… We don’t belong in places where enemies are watching, Aelira murmured. Crystal ignored the unease, offering a smile to a young pup who darted past. “Sometimes,” she whispered back, “normalcy matters more than safety.” She didn’t see the hooded figure slip into th
*Shadow Pack Borders, Nightfall* The forest surrounding Shadow Pack lands was not quiet tonight. The moonlight shone through the trees, catching on the wet sheen of blood in the grass. Snarls echoed across the border ridge, punctuated by the clash of teeth and blade. Wolves moved as shadows, fur bristling, claws raking. It was not a siege… but it was meant to look like one. A test. Crystal’s flames lit the treeline, bursts of fire carving through the dark as rogues lunged from every side. She had fought enough battles to know when wolves moved with purpose, when they had been trained… or when they were simply desperate enough to sell their teeth. These ones were sloppy, but numerous. And most telling of all… they wore no sigils, and no pack colors. “Rogues,” Ryder growled, his voice loud as he tore through one, golden eyes blazing. Aiden howled within him, wild and furious. “But too many for chance.” Evren slammed another wolf into the dirt, his blade flashing as he cut clean acr
Shadow Pack — Under the Stars, Night It had been three nights of waiting. Three nights Ryder had sat at her side, refusing food, refusing rest, listening only to the rise and fall of her shallow breaths. Every time her fingers twitched in sleep, his heart stopped. Every time her breathing faltered, Aiden snarled inside him, restless, on edge. He had fought wars, crossed blood-soaked fields, endured betrayals from those he had once trusted with his life, but nothing had ever broken him like these three nights of silence. Ryder’s thoughts clawed at him in those sleepless hours. He remembered her laughter, the curve of her smile in rare moments of peace, the stubborn fire in her eyes when she even challenged him. To think all of it could vanish, that the Flame itself could flicker out, tore at him. He would have traded every crown, every victory, every ounce of power to hear her voice again. At night he would whisper her name into the dark, as though the sound might coax her bac