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George stood in front of the mirror, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming wedding. George's smile lingered as he straightened his tie, his eyes gleaming with anticipation while thinking about his upcoming wedding to Amy. As he smoothed out his shirt, he thought about Crystal and their past. He had never really considered her feelings when he started dating Amy but now he couldn't help but wonder how Crystal would react to the news of their wedding. George's shoulders squared as he adjusted his tie, his eyes meeting his reflection with a determined gaze. George's eyes faltered for a moment, his eyes clouding over as a fleeting image of Crystal's disappointment crossed his mind. He cleared his throat, shaking off the feeling. George's thoughts turned to Amy and a smile spread across his face. As he heard Amy's voice , his eyes crinkled at the corners and his smile softened. This was a new chapter in his life, one that didn't involve the complications of his past with Crystal. The sound of Amy's laughter echoed from downstairs and George's heart swelled with affection. His eyes meeting his reflection with a determined gaze, he told himself, Amy was the perfect partner for him. George's fingers fumbled with his cufflinks, his mind wandering back to Crystal. He forced a laugh trying to shake off the unease. --- Edwin and Sarah sat in their bedroom, discussing the recent events in hushed tones. "I'm worried about Crystal" Sarah said, her brow furrowed with concern. "She's been through so much already. This wedding is going to hurt her even more" Edwin's eyes narrowed slightly as he considered Sarah's words, his eyes filled with deep concern. He looked away, clearing his throat before responding. Edwin's hands covered Sarah's, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her palm. "She'll be fine" he said, his voice low. "She's strong. And we'll be there for her, no matter what." Sarah's eyes locked onto Edwin's, and for a moment, it seemed like she wanted to say something more. Something about Crystal's past, about the secrets they kept. She leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think she's...happy?" Sarah asked, her eyes searching Edwin's face. "I mean, really happy? Sometimes I wonder if we've done enough for her." Edwin nodded slowly "We've done what's best for her, Sarah. We always have." Sarah sighed, her shoulders slumped "I just wish she could find someone who truly cares for her, someone could protect her" Edwin's expression softened "We will help her find her way". "Sometimes I feel like we're just holding on to something that's already slipping away," Sarah said, her voice barely audible. Edwin and Sarah exchanged a look, their faces etched with concern and affection for Crystal as they sat in comfortable silence. Sarah's gaze drifted out the window, her mind drifting back to memories of Crystal's childhood. She recalled the way Crystal's smile could light up an entire room, the way her laughter was infectious. A small, bittersweet smile played on Sarah's lips as she remembered the countless nights she'd stayed up late, soothing Crystal's fears and calming her tears. --- Ryder sat behind his desk, the warm glow of the candles casting a golden light on the papers scattered before him. Luca entered the room, a look of quiet purpose on his face and approached the desk. "An invitation, Alpha" Luca said, his voice low and respectful, as he extended a parchment sealed with a moon crest. Ryder's eyes narrowed slightly as he took the parchment, his fingers tracing the embossed seal. He broke the seal and unfolded the parchment, his eyes scanning the invitation. The words danced across the page, but one phrase caught his attention; "Moonlight Pack". A spark of interest ignited within him as he read the words. That's where she was – the one he had been thinking about for so long. Ryder's expression remained calm but his mind began to whirl with possibilities. Ryder's fingers tightened around the parchment, his eyes scanning the invitation with renewed interest. He wants to see her, to be near her. A slow smile spread across Ryder's face as he gazed at the invitation, his mind already racing with possibilities. He hadn't seen her in a long time and he wasn't sure how she would react to his presence. But he couldn't shake off the feeling that this was an opportunity he couldn't miss. Luca stood quietly, awaiting Ryder's response. After a moment, Ryder looked up, his eyes locking onto Luca's. "I'll be attending the wedding," Ryder said, his voice low and decisive. Luca nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "I'll make the necessary arrangements, Alpha. Shall I inform the others?" Ryder nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, prepare a small group to accompany me. We'll need to be discreet, though. I don't want to draw unnecessary attention." Luca nodded, his expression serious. "I'll see to it, Alpha." With that Luca departed, leaving Ryder alone with his thoughts. He stood up, walking over to the window to gaze out at the night sky. The moon was full, casting a silver glow over the landscape. Ryder turned back to his desk, his eyes falling on the invitation once more, his mind racing with possibilities. He couldn't wait to see her again. The thought sent a thrill through him, and he felt a sense of anticipation building.*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







