The forest air was thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers as Crystal gazed out the window, her mind wandering back to her childhood. She had grown up in a world where she didn't quite fit in.
Her childhood was a blur of memories, some happy, some painful. She remembered running through the forest with her parents, feeling carefree and wild.
She also remembered the times she intended to shift. Unable to do so, she felt like a failure in the eyes of the pack.
As she grew older, Crystal realized she was different from the other werewolves.
In the pack, strength and speed were highly valued and those who lack these qualities like Crystal, often struggled to find their place.
The other pack members would often whisper, calling her names like "weakling" and "human".
Crystal always felt like she didn't belong, like she was living in a world she was not supposed to.
Crystal's parents were always supportive. They loved her and did their best to help her fit in.
But even they couldn't shield her from the harsh realities of the pack life.
One particular incident stood out in Crystal's mind. She must have been around 12 years and she was trying to participate in a pack training exercise.
The other kids were effortlessly shifting and running through the forest but Crystal couldn't keep up.
She stumbled and fell, feeling frustrated and embarrassed.
Alpha Williams, George's father had approached her. "You are not like the others, Crystal" he said, his voice firm but not unkind. "Maybe you should focus on other things, things that don't require strength or speed".
Crystal had felt a sting from his words but she took them to heart. She focused on her studies, learning about herbs and medicine.
She became skilled at healing wounds and brewing potions.
Deep down, Crystal still longed to be like the others. She wanted to run through the forest, feel the wind in her fur.
As she grew older, Crystal realized that might never happen. She would always be different, always be seen as weak or inferior.
Crystal's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Hey sis, can I come in?" Ethan asked, his voice muffled through the wood.
Crystal wiped away the tears that had pricked at the corners of her eyes, trying to compose herself. "Yeah, come on in," she said, forcing a smile.
Ethan entered the room, his expression curious. "What's going on? You've been up here for a while. Mom and Dad are getting worried."
Crystal shrugged, not wanting to discuss her feelings about Ryder or her past just yet. "I'm fine. Just lost in thought."
Ethan nodded sympathetically. "Okay, well, I came to ask you to come downstairs. We have some news to share."
Crystal's curiosity was piqued. "What is it?"
Ethan's expression turned serious. "It's about George and Amy. They're getting married."
The words hit Crystal like a punch to the gut. Her eyes widened and her jaw clenched as her heart sank "When?" she asked, trying to keep her voice neutral.
"Next full moon," Ethan replied, watching her reaction closely. "I know it's a lot to take in, but I thought you should know."
Crystal nodded, taking a deep breath. She would have to face George and Amy eventually, and she might as well start preparing herself now. "Thanks for telling me, Ethan. I'll be down soon."
As Ethan left the room, Crystal felt a sense of unease wash over her. She wasn't sure how she would react to seeing George and Amy together, but she knew she had to be strong for her family's sake. And for her own.
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The sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling filled the silence as Amy stood outside Crystal's house, her mother-Carly, by her side and a forced smile on her face.
She was determined to show off her upcoming wedding and her happiness, hoping to rub it in Crystal's face while being ushered into the home.
As Crystal came downstairs, Amy extended the invitation with a flourish. "Hey, Crystal! We wanted to invite you to our wedding! Isn't it just the most exciting thing?"
Crystal's expression remained neutral as she took the invitation from Amy. "Thanks for inviting me," she said calmly, her voice devoid of emotion.
Amy's eyes narrowed slightly, her smile still plastered on her face. "We're really excited about the wedding," she said, trying to gauge Crystal's reaction. "George is going to make a fantastic alpha."
Crystal glanced at the invitation, her expression still neutral. "Congratulations" she said, her voice polite but detached. "I'm sure it'll be a lovely ceremony."
Amy's smile faltered, her lips twitching slightly as she struggled to maintain it. She had expected anger, tears or some sign of weakness but Crystal's calm demeanor was unsettling.
"We'd love for you to be there" Carly chimed in, trying to help fill the awkward silence. "It would mean a lot to us."
Crystal nodded graciously. "Thank you for inviting me. I'll consider it."
As the visit drew to a close, Amy felt a sense of frustration. She had wanted Crystal to be upset, to show some sign of vulnerability but Crystal had remained composed throughout. As they left the house, Amy turned to her mother with a mix of emotions.
"That didn't go as planned" she said, her voice low.
Her mother patted her hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, dear. Crystal's just trying to save face".
But Amy wasn't so sure. There was something about Crystal's calm exterior that made her wonder if she'd underestimated her.
Edwin and Sarah, who had been watching from the living room, exchanged a knowing glance. They had witnessed the entire exchange.
After Amy and mother departed, Sarah, turned to Crystal and asked "Are you okay, sweetie? That couldn't have been easy for you."
Crystal shrugged "I'm fine, Mom. It's just a wedding invitation. I just don't want to give Amy the satisfaction of getting a rise out of me."
*Greenwood Territory — Dusk* Clouds rolled low in the sky, casting long shadows across the sacred trees and beneath those branches, warriors moved. Not with fear, but with readiness. Crystal stood at the center of the clearing, the Flame quiet within her but alive. Her body remembered the Mirror, the Gate, the pain of the past that was not her own. But she stood taller now and firmer. She no longer felt like a girl holding back a storm. She was the storm. Ryder hadn’t moved far from her side since her return from the Deepgroves. He watched her in stillness, but she could feel his thoughts. Sharp, bracing and loyal. Nearby, Luca and Thalia stood over a newly drawn map scratched into the dirt. Greenwood scouts marked known passageways and weak points. The warriors of the Starblood pack flanked the perimeter while the forest’s own defenders, the silent archers of Greenwood waited above, nestled into tree limbs like shadows with arrows. Ethan and Alia knelt near the stone circl
*Greenwood Territory — The Deepgroves*The wind that blew heavily through Greenwood.Crystal stood at the edge of the grove, her fingers brushing the bark of an old tree. Her mark still pulsed faintly, silver light dancing under her skin. The forest felt closer now, like it breathed with her.Behind her, Ryder spoke with Veen in low tones. His voice was gravel and steel, the sound of a leader holding too much and refusing to bend beneath it. Crystal turned slightly to watch him.He caught her gaze and stepped closer."You should rest."Crystal shook her head. “If I sleep, I’ll dream and I’m not ready to go back there yet.”He reached for her hand. “Then you don’t have to push yourself. You need to prepare.”Veen joined them, the light filtering through the canopy laying pale patterns on her robes. “There’s a place,” she said. “A sacred valley hidden beneath the roots of the forest. It holds memory, deeper than even the stones. The Flame must go there.”Crystal lifted her chin. “What w
The air didn’t change Not even after the Herald was driven back.Through the glade, silence tried to reclaim the space but silence had no hold here now.Crystal stood at the edge of where the stone had shattered, her mark burning like a sun beneath her skin. Her hands trembled, from restraint. Every instinct screamed to run forward. To fight but something deeper held her back.Ryder landed hard against a tree trunk, bark cracking behind him. Blood streaked his temple but his eyes remained locked on the Herald. “Stay behind me,” he ordered again.“I’m not leaving,” Crystal replied.“I know,” he muttered, bracing himself again.The Herald rose from the impact, its cloak torn and smoldering, armor split at one side with smoke pouring from the side he had been struck like fog from a gate half-opened.He wasn't bleeding Thalia stood slightly ahead of Luca now, blade low and ready. “It doesn’t fight like a wolf.”“That’s because it isn’t,” Luca said, voice taut. “It’s something else.”Eth
*Greenwood Territory — Southern Glade*The path to the southern glade was rougher, less worn.It twisted through the earth, overgrown and tangled with creeping vines. It wasn't a trail meant for many. The deeper they went, the thicker the silence became. It wasn't empty but expectant.Ethan led the group, his eyes scanning every shadow. His attention kept flicking to Alia, who walked beside him with a stillness that wasn’t shy, just steady. Her presence grounded him in a way nothing had in years. The tension in his shoulders softened the longer they remained close. Luca walked behind them, close but restless, the occasional twitch of his hand betraying his tension. Thalia matched his pace, never once looking his way, but her breathing had subtly shifted. She seemed to be observing the forest tooThey hadn’t spoken again since their names were exchanged. Her silence was sharp, not hesitant like someone trained to stay hidden even when recognized “So,” Luca said, breaking it. “You’ve
*Greenwood Territory — Dawn* The forest was no longer quiet. Birds stirred in the canopy, but even they seemed cautious. The moss underfoot felt warmer. The air, denser. Crystal stood still. Her hand remained clasped in Ryder’s, grounding her, but her body felt like it was carrying lightning. The dream had left more than echoes, it left knowledge of bloodlines, of a Gate that remembered her steps and a name whispered in the dark between worlds. The Gate had shown her echoes of a truth too large to carry. Her wolf was no longer restless. Then she heard it, a quiet inhale. Not hers. Crystal turned slightly to see Ethan standing just a few feet away, staring at the girl who had stepped into the clearing. The one who had stopped mid-step, whose wide brown eyes locked with his as though some invisible string had yanked them together. The girl standing before Ethan blinked slowly. Her lips parted, but no words came out “Your Mate?” Crystal said softly. Ethan looked like he’d for
*Greenwood Territory— Moonrise* The night settled over Greenwood. No guards paced. No torches burned. The forest lit itself with soft glows from moss-lined paths and pale crystals embedded in the roots. Crystal sat near the sacred clearing, her back against a thick-barked tree that is older than the packs themselves. Its roots curled around her, dipping into the earth and pressing against her spine. She could feel the hum of the forest, not just around her but within. Her wolf stirred quietly, as if it too recognized this place. Veen had marked the ground with a mixture of ash and water, drawing runes. They pulsed faintly, reacting to Crystal’s presence. Ryder crouched beside her, adjusting the blanket draped across her legs. His armor clinked softly with the movement, but his eyes stayed on hers. “You don’t have to do this,” he murmured, his voice rough with something unsaid. “I do,” she replied. “If I’m the key, then I need to know what I unlock.” His jaw worked, tight an