The moon hung heavy in the night sky, casting its pale light across the Bloodmoon Pack’s territory. An unsettling quiet blanketed the land, as though even nature held its breath for what was to come. Inside the Alpha’s manor, a storm was brewing—not of thunder and rain, but of revelations, betrayal, and fury. Selene sat near the hearth in Alpha Damon’s study, her fingers nervously twisting the silver chain around her neck. Her eyes remained distant, haunted by the truth she had uncovered—a truth that threatened to shatter everything she believed about her lineage, her pack, and even her own identity. Across from her, Damon paced like a caged predator, every muscle in his body taut with fury. “She lied to you,” Damon growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Your mother kept the truth hidden for years. About your father. About your powers. About everything.” Selene swallowed hard. “She said it was to protect me.” “From what?” Damon snapped. “From who you are? From the power you were b
The air was thick with tension as dawn crept over the horizon, casting golden rays across the Silverfang pack’s stronghold. Inside the newly reinforced war chamber, the mood was far from calm. Maps were pinned to every surface, markings etched in charcoal tracing known rogue paths, supply lines, and safe havens. But it was the silence between the wolves that told the true story—mistrust had begun to take root. Lilith stood at the center of it all, her expression unreadable. Her fingers drummed against the edge of the polished oak table as she scanned the reports brought in by their scouts. Rogues had grown bolder, slipping through borders, leaving destruction in their wake. But it wasn’t just the attacks—it was the patterns. Too calculated. Too familiar. “Something’s off,” she murmured, not taking her eyes off the parchment. “They know our movements. They’re predicting us.” Across the room, Alpha Kaden watched her closely. His instincts had told him the same thing, but hearing it f
The full moon hung high above the Darkpine woods, its silver light cascading through the trees like an omen. The tension in the air was thick, a suffocating pressure that clawed at Aria’s chest as she stood on the edge of the Bloodfang border, her eyes locked with Elias’s. He stood a few paces ahead, tall and resolute, but something haunted lingered in his expression—he could feel it too. The reckoning had come. Behind them, both packs gathered in silence. Not in battle formation, but in a cautious, waiting posture. The fragile alliance that Aria and Elias had forged in secret now hung in the balance, one wrong move away from chaos. Aria’s heart pounded. She could feel the eyes of her pack on her back—those who had once called her Luna, others who had cursed her as a traitor. And somewhere among them, Alpha Garrick watched. Her father. Her tormentor. Aria swallowed the knot in her throat and took a step forward, her voice ringing into the clearing. “We came here not to start a war
The wind howled through the treetops as the moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow across the forest. Shadows moved beneath the canopy—stealthy, deliberate, dangerous. Within the heart of the Darkfang territory, the tension was palpable. Every member of the pack sensed it: change was on the horizon, but whether it would bring liberation or destruction was still unknown. Selene stood on the balcony of the council chamber, the cool night air brushing against her face. Her silver eyes scanned the dark horizon. Since their confrontation with the rogue werewolves in the outer borderlands, the alliance between the Shadowcrest and Darkfang packs had been strained but functional. However, there was something else—a whisper among the ranks, a subtle shift in loyalty that set her instincts on edge. Behind her, the door creaked open. “You’re awake,” Damon said softly, stepping onto the balcony with her. His shirt was partially unbuttoned, revealing a faint scar that traced his col
The dim light of dawn barely kissed the horizon as Aria stood at the mouth of the ancient cave, her breath forming clouds in the cold morning air. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to turn back, to run from what lay within. But beside her, Damon’s hand remained firm in hers—a silent promise that whatever was ahead, they would face it together. They stepped into the cavern, each footfall echoing against the walls. A deep humming sound vibrated through the stone, not from any visible source, but from the cave itself—alive with ancient magic. They followed the path deeper inside until they reached the stone dais where the Moonstone rested, glowing faintly in its cradle of carved roots and silver. Aria’s heart pounded in her chest as she approached. Her mark, the one Damon had placed on her, began to burn—a gentle warmth at first, then a scorching fire that made her gasp. "The Moonstone is reacting to your bond," Damon whispered, eyes locked on her glowing skin. From the shad
The weight of the crown had never been a physical thing, yet standing in the war room with the elders of both packs gathered, Raven felt it pressing down on her shoulders. The scroll that Aria had left behind—ancient, sealed in golden wax—rested between her palms like it contained the destiny of the realm. Killian stood beside her, arms folded, his gaze sharp. Though the silver scars from the last battle still marred his chest, his posture was tall, commanding, and regal. He was no longer just an Alpha in exile—he was the ruler of a fractured legacy trying to mend itself. "Open it," said Elder Kael, his voice rough like gravel but steady with reverence. "The seal of the Moonborne bloodline is sacred. It has not been broken in centuries." Raven nodded, pried away the wax with careful fingers, and unrolled the parchment. Her eyes flicked across the curling script, and a silence fell so heavy it choked the room. "It's... a blood pact," she whispered. "Not just between families—but be