MasukDraven sits alone in his office at the pack house, leaning back in his chair as he looks around the room. His desk was spotless, every folder neatly stacked, every pen exactly where it should be. Most Alphas liked showing off their power. Draven just liked things organized.He'd already gone through the latest shipment reports. Patrol schedules were finished. Trade agreements with neighbouring packs had been signed and filed away. For once, nothing needed his attention. He closed the last folder and slid it onto the shelf behind him.“I guess that's it for today, Nyx.”A satisfied rumble echoes through his mind. "Great. I want to go for a run."Draven tilts his head in thought. 'Of course you do.'"You sound surprised." Nyxar drawls sarcastically. 'You've been wanting to run a lot lately.'Nyxar huffs. "Can you blame me?"Draven taps his fingers lightly against the desk. 'Not with all that pent-up tension.' The wolf goes quiet. Draven frowns. 'I just can't shake—'Knock. Knock. Kn
Remembering Eliza’s warning, Maxine quickly lowers her gaze. “Your Majesty.” She dips into an awkward bow she’d mostly learned from cartoons and historical dramas. Silence follows. Heavy, suffocating silence. Then— “Come closer.” The voice was deep. Controlled. The kind of voice that expected obedience without ever needing to demand it. Maxine obeyed immediately. She took one step forward. Then another. Each felt heavier than the last. Behind her, Eliza remains where she stood. And suddenly, Maxine felt very alone. “So.” The man’s voice rolls through the vast throne room. “You are the one they found wandering my territory.” Confusion flickers through her. ‘Wandering?’ The last thing she remembered was being kidnapped by that creature. “Your Majesty, I—” “Silence.” Maxine flinches. Fear slides cold and sharp through her chest. “Do not interrupt me.” Her mouth snaps shut. The room feels smaller somehow. The air is thicker and harder to breathe through. Then comes a pause,
The door opens, and the scent of freshly cooked meat wafts into the room. Maxine’s stomach rumbles. A woman enters carrying a large tray piled high with food—roasted meat, warm bread, vegetables she didn’t recognize, and several small bowls filled with sauces. Another woman follows behind her, carrying a glass jug filled with what looks like fruit juice.The second woman smiles warmly. “There she is.” Her gaze drifts to Maxine’s tangled black waves. “Goodness, honey. Let me put that in a bun before it starts a war of its own.”Her voice sounds familiar. Maxine raises a brow.‘She must’ve been the one to bring me here.’ The woman sets down the jug and glass before crossing the room. “I’m Elizabeth,” she says warmly. “But you can call me Eliza.”“Mhmm.” It is all Maxine can manage, her mind more interested in the food and her mouth already watering at the sight of it.Eliza laughs softly. “There you are.” Quick, practiced fingers gather Maxine’s hair into a neat bun. “Now eat. Time i
Maxine wakes to the groaning sound of her prison door opening.Something in the back of her mind stirs—again. She doesn’t react to it because it’s not new anymore. It’s just there. Like a second heartbeat she never agreed to have. It had been there for days—weeks—months, or whatever time meant in a place without light or windows. She couldn’t tell anyway. Time had dissolved a long time ago.She doesn’t bother lifting her head; she doubts it will listen even if she tries. After the giant of a man who visited her yesterday, she already knew what was going to happen, unless he lied to her and they were finally going to kill her. Part of her actually hoped so, but the other part thought about the tiny possibility of Kassy being alive. So, she hoped he wasn’t lying. At the sound of footsteps, the presence in her mind stirs again. Closer now. More alert and almost…listening. She ignores it. She’s good at ignoring things now. Hunger. Pain. Time. Even herself.“Hello,” a soft female voice sa
Titan sat back in his throne, one arm draped over the carved armrest. Dalton and Eliza went on about the female—Maxine, as Dalton calls her, locked in the dungeon below. “It’s been a month already,” Dalton says. “Don’t you think it’s time?” Eliza nodded. “She’s been down there long enough. I reckon it’s already strong enough for her to feel something.” “And her wolf?” Dalton asks. “Any signs of it awakening?” Titan remains silent. In his mind, Varkhul stirs. ‘What do you think, V?’ He asks. “Mmmm… we shouldn’t delay it any more than necessary.” Titan audibly sighs. “After all, you have to form and bond with the girl,” Varkhul says. Titan sits a bit straighter. ‘You mean…?’ “Yes, let her trust you. The bond alone won’t be enough once her wolf emerges.” Titan folds. ‘Fine.’ “You should be her personal—“ Eliza doesn't get to finish her sentence. “Alright. Tomorrow,” the room quietens. “Bring her to me.” Titan’s gaze sweeps over both of them. “Tell her, I'm back from my t
Drip. Drip. Drip. The steady sound of liquid striking stone is the first thing Maxine becomes aware of. The putrid smell of rotten flesh, wet earth, and mold is all around her. She opens her eyes, nothing. She blinks, still in darkness. ‘Have I gone blind or something?’ She sits up immediately. ‘Bad idea!’ Pain shoots through her skull so much she nearly cries out. The room, or rather the darkness, begins to spin, her stomach lurches, and everything goes black again. *** The next time she wakes up, she's running. Trees rush past her in a blur of greens, white and pink. Someone’s screaming. "Ine..Axine…Maxine!" Kassy. She gasps, ‘I know that voice.’ "Kassy!" She tries to find her. “Max…Axine!” Tries to reach her. But she can't. No matter how fast she runs, the voice stays ahead of her. Then she sees fire. Everywhere. The trees. The ground. The sky. It’s suffocating. Unrelenting. Lightning lights up the sky, a loud thunderclap follows and then—Darkness. *** Maxine je
Somewhere beyond the border of a neighbouring kingdom, where the city’s reach thins into wild, green, she moves leisurely. The forest itself is alive with quiet glory. The birds sing their song like a welcome gift, leaves dance in the soft breeze, and the light touches her skin, curious as she
Kassy moves towards the creature. She gets hit hard. The force of the blow sends her crashing directly into the cabin wall with a sickening bone crack. Wood spreads everywhere as the entire structure shudders. “KASSY!” No response. The creature doesn’t bother pausing, stepping forward, it compl
Three moons ago.Maxine knelt by the wet cabin floor. Her glove-clad hands gripped the brush as she scrubbed at a particularly thick, stubborn stain.To the outside world, one would assume she was perfectly focused on the task at hand.But her mind was barely there with her body. The past two weeks
Branches pull away before she can collide with them. Roots sink back into the earth just as her foot comes down. The dense, impossible terrain reshapes itself—guiding her, protecting her, choosing her.Behind her, the struggle continues.Varkul roars, furious, enraged—but the deeper she runs, the q







