Flashback..7 years Ago..The forest was dead silent, cloaked in fog and moonlight. A silver glow danced between the trees, brushing across blood-stained leaves and the mud-caked skin of a girl barely standing. She was fifteen—barefoot, bound, and bleeding. Her wrists were tied tightly behind her back with thick, scratchy rope. Red welts covered her skin. Her lips were split, her cheek swollen, and her tattered clothes hung from her like a cruel joke—no longer protection, just proof of her humiliation.She stood trembling in the centre of a cold clearing, moonlight spilling over her like an accusation. Around her, the people who should have protected her, watched like strangers.It wasn’t strangers standing before her—it was her mother, her father, her brother and her twin sister. All three wore the same expression, not grief or guilt, but pure disgust. They said nothing, only stared, and the weight of their silence made her knees weaken.She locked eyes with her mother. A foolish hop
Under the pale wash of moonlight, bones cracked and fur receded. Muscle shifted, skin reformed and in seconds, the towering black wolf melted into a man. Zyon rose from the earth, the cool grass brushing against his bare skin. He stood in silence, eyes fixed on the dark edge of the woods where she had vanished. He took one step forward, then stopped. His breath hitched, his chest rising and falling like a storm struggling to settle.MATE.Evren, his inner wolf, howled from within, wild and aching. Zyon’s knees nearly buckled from the force of it.He gritted his teeth, clutching his sides. “Holy sh*t,” he breathed, eyes wide. “She’s real.”“Seven years. Seven damn years. And she was here.”He looked around frantically, the scent already fading. Still warm, still electric in his lungs and now slipping away with every heartbeat.“Go after her. Don’t let her get away.” Zyon’s inner wolf said.“But where?” Zyon’s voice cracked with disbelief. “Where the hell is she?”No movement. No sound.
The apartment was dimly lit, shadows pooling in the corners as the warm hum of the evening settled in.Ivory stood near the door, brushing off invisible lint from her sleek black outfit. Her earrings shimmered faintly under the hallway light. She looked effortlessly radiant. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her.“Where are you going?” I asked, my voice low.Ivory looked up, surprised. “Oh, hey. I’m heading to work.”“You already went this morning,” I said, raising an eyebrow.“Morning was the café shift,” she replied with a casual shrug. “This one’s the club.”I blinked. “You work both?”Ivory smiled. “Welcome to rent in a city.”“You’ll be back late?” I asked.“Probably around two or three.” She smoothed her jacket, then glanced up at me. “Why? Want me to bring you something?”I shook my head. “No. Just I was wondering if there are any jobs around here. I can't sit in this apartment all day. It’s frustrating.”She studied me for a second, then her expression sof
Silver Crescent PackThe living room was warm with mid-afternoon sun filtering through the tall windows—but all Elani could feel was the weight of Ryan’s eyes on her. She was standing just inches away from him, his hand trailing along her waist with practiced ease. His scent pine and firewood—wrapped around her like a second skin.“You know,” she whispered, a playful smile tugging at her lips, “someone might walk in.”Ryan smirked, leaning in until their foreheads touched. “Then we’ll give them a show.”Before she could come up with a witty comeback, he kissed her. Soft at first, then a little deeper—like he wasn’t in any hurry. She melted into it, her fingers bunching into his shirt. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans.A loud groan echoed from the hallway. “For Moon’s sake, get a room!”Elani pulled back just enough to see Tiana standing there with a raised eyebrow and a granola bar halfway to her mouth.Ryan didn’t look the least bit guilty. “We live here. Every room is our
Raventon.To most, it was just another quiet town tucked between woods and forgotten roads. To me, it was something else entirely. Humans and supernatural creatures lived here side by side. The former blissfully unaware, the latter perfectly disguised.My boots clicked softly up the stairwell, each step quiet, controlled. No one looked at me twice — just the way I liked it. At the end of the hall, I unlocked the door and slipped inside. My coat slid off my shoulders and landed on the hook by the door without a sound. My boots tracked in a thin line of dirt.I took a few steps toward my room but Ivory was already standing in the living room. Half in shadow, barely lit by the flicker of a streetlamp outside. She stood still, arms loose at her sides, shoulders slightly tense. I hadn’t even made it to my room when her voice sliced through the quiet.“Where were you?”She was staring at me, her face a strange mix of shock, frustration and something dangerously close to fear.“I was out of
Duskwyn HollowThe night was damp, heavy with the scent of moss, fallen leaves, and forgotten things. I was standing there, unmoving, as if the forest had carved me from its own shadows. Shadows clung to my skin, curling around my feet and dancing through my hair, lifted by a wind no human could feel. The moon didn’t bother with my face. It offered only hints — the outline of limbs, the wild fall of hair, the hum of something ancient just beneath the surface. I didn’t blink. I didn’t breathe. And still, the forest leaned closer, as if it remembered."Do you still remember me?" My voice barely rose above a breath.A bird stirred high above. A distant howl. The groan of an old branch under its own weight. "Of course you do," I whispered. "You never forget your monsters."This forest, it was the only thing that hadn’t turned away. Not when my claws first tore flesh. Not when my eyes turned the shade of fresh blood. Not even when the blood dried on my skin, and my name was no longer spo