***Wedding***
The grand hall was filled with opulent decorations, the scent of exotic flowers and food wafted through the air enticing all present. Crystal stood out among the crowd, her eyes fixed on the floor as she tried to blend into the background, her presence almost ethereal. However, her efforts were in vain as if drawn by an unseen force, the attention of the pack members seemed to be towards her. Tara spotted Crystal and whispered to Rachel, her voice like a venomous hiss "Look, the rejected mate is still here with the hope that George will come crawling back". Rachel snickered and their friends joined in, their eyes fixed on Crystal with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. As the pack girls continued to taunt Crystal, Ethan's eyes narrowed and he took a step forward, ready to defend his sister. However before he could intervene, a tall, athletic girl with piercing green eyes and long, curly brown hair stepped in beside Crystal. "I think that's enough" she said, her voice firm and commanding, her presence drawing attention from the pack girls. Tara and Rachel exchanged a nervous glance but they didn't back down. Just then, a voice echoed through the hall "Welcome, everyone, to the wedding celebration of George and Amy." Alpha Williams, George's father stepped forward with a warm smile on his face. Luna Celine, George's mother, stood beside him, her expression elegant but cold. George followed them, his eyes scanning the room before coming to rest on Crystal. His expression was unreadable but Celine's eyes flashed with disdain as she caught sight of Crystal. "I'm glad to see some...guests have arrived" she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Though I'm surprised to see certain individuals still clinging to hope". The pack girls snickered but before they could continue, the doors to the hall swung open and Amy stepped in, her stunning wedding dress shimmering in the light. Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she gazed at George but her gaze flicked to Crystal and for a moment, their eyes locked... As Amy's gaze locked onto Crystal's, a flicker of surprise crossed her face but it was quickly replaced by a warm smile. Her expression is a complex mix of guilt, warning and a hint of satisfaction, like someone who had finally won a long-standing competition. Crystal felt a pang of sadness wash over her. She had thought she was over George but seeing him standing there with Amy brought up old wounds. She looked away, trying to compose herself. The athletic girl who had stepped in to defend Crystal earlier placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, her eyes never leaving Tara and Rachel. As Amy began to make her way towards George, all eyes followed her. Alpha Williams cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Let's proceed with the ceremony" he said, his voice booming through the hall. Alpha Williams cleared his throat, attempting to refocus the attention of the pack members. "Let's proceed with the ceremony. As George and Amy prepare to take their vows..." Just then, one of the pack members rushed in, whispering urgently to Alpha Williams. Alpha Williams' expression changed from ceremonial to surprised and he nodded slightly. "Excuse me for a moment" Alpha Williams said, stepping aside to discuss with the pack member. The room buzzed with curiosity and Amy's shoulders tensed slightly, her eyes flicking to George with a hint of anxiety. George's expression remained calm but his eyes narrowed slightly, wondering what was happening. Alpha Williams returned, a hint of respect in his demeanor. "It seems we have a special guest. Ryder, the Supreme Leader of the Star Blood Pack, has arrived." The room fell silent, with all eyes turning toward the entrance. Amy's eyes widened slightly, her shoulders raised in a mixture of surprise and anticipation. For Ryder to attend a mere wedding was indeed a privilege and the pack members seemed to hold their breath. The doors swung open and Ryder strode in, his commanding presence filling the room. His eyes scanned the gathering and the pack members awaited his words with anticipation. Just then, a hush fell over the crowd as Ryder entered the hall, his presence commanding attention and respect. The pack members parted, bowing their heads in deference, their whispers and murmurs dying down as they awaited his acknowledgment. William and Celine quickly moved to greet him, their smiles wide. With Celine's head bowed slightly, she greeted. "Alpha Ryder, it's an honor to have you here. We're grateful for your presence on this special day". William added "We're humbled by your attendance. Please join us in celebrating the union between George and Amy". Amy's parents, Carly and Myles who stood nearby, nodded in agreement and smiled, also greeting Ryder with respect. With the formalities out of the way, Ryder's gaze swept the room, his eyes locking onto Crystal.... Ryder's gaze swept the room, his eyes locking onto Crystal like a magnet, drawing him to her with an unseen force. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he approached her, his stride confident. As Ryder approached Crystal, the room seemed to fade into the background leaving only the two of them. Tara and Rachel exchanged a nervous glance, sensing the tension between Ryder and Crystal. Tara stepped forward, her voice laced with warning. "Alpha Ryder, perhaps—" But Ryder's gaze never wavered from Crystal's face. "Mate" he said, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down Crystal's spine. The room fell silent, with all eyes on Ryder and Crystal. George's eyes narrowed, Amy's smile faltered and the pack members exchanged shocked glances. Crystal's heart pounded in her chest as Ryder's words hung in the air, leaving everyone wondering what this meant for her future.*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