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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.*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