The skies over Mooncrest Pack were choked with dark clouds, casting the forest in an unnatural twilight. The scent of rain mingled with the metallic tang of dried blood—a grim reminder of the skirmishes now plaguing the outer borders. Patrols returned weary and bloodied, and healers worked tirelessly in makeshift infirmaries across the estate. Yet at the heart of it all, in the center of the grand stone keep, sat Aria, torn between duty and the whirlwind of emotions threatening to unravel her. Kael’s trial had been postponed for three days—a political move, no doubt, as the High Council scrambled to assess the sudden wave of Crimson Fang attacks. But Aria knew better. They were stalling, weighing the consequences of executing one of the most powerful Alphas alive. And Kael, even behind bars, remained a threat to their crumbling order. She stared at the burning hearth in the council chamber, flanked by Elandra and Alpha Rowan. Across from them sat three representatives from the High
The moon hung low over the Mooncrest stronghold, a pale sentinel watching over a night ripe with unease. Though the Council’s decree had allowed Kael to live—for now—his confinement had sent ripples through the pack like a brewing storm. The cells beneath the council chambers were no place for an Alpha, especially one whose very presence threatened the foundations of their fragile alliances. Aria paced the edge of the courtyard, her cloak pulled tight around her shoulders. Her mind was a whirlwind of unrest. Every breath she took carried Kael’s scent—faint, but grounding. And yet, with each passing hour, the council elders plotted behind closed doors, debating whether to chain or unleash the man she loved. Her mate. From the shadows, Elandra emerged, her eyes sharper than ever. “The Council reconvenes at dawn. Whatever decision they make will be final.” Aria didn’t look at her. “And what of the Crimson Fang Pack? The warning Kael brought wasn’t a bluff. We need to prepare.” Elandr
The thick iron doors to the council’s detention chamber slammed shut behind Aria with a heavy echo that reverberated down the stone corridors. Her fingers were trembling slightly as she walked alongside Elandra, both of them cloaked under the wan torchlight. Each step deeper into the council’s keep brought them closer to Kael—and closer to the decision that would shape the future of their world. “I don’t trust them,” Aria whispered, keeping her voice low despite the absence of anyone nearby. “They’re looking for a reason to get rid of him.” Elandra’s response was quiet but firm. “They fear him. And you. Fear is a dangerous motivator, Aria. But it can be turned.” The hallway opened into a cold chamber lit by a series of magical runes inscribed in a perfect circle on the floor. Guards stood in disciplined silence on either side of a reinforced cell. Within the prison, Kael sat shirtless, his torso wrapped in bandages, a fresh cut across his temple. His eyes lit up when he saw Aria, t
The moon hung heavy and full in the ink-black sky, casting silvery light across the Mooncrest grounds. It was quiet—too quiet. Aria stood at the edge of the great oak clearing, staring toward the forest where shadows whispered secrets she could no longer ignore. Her cloak rustled in the breeze, and her heart beat a rhythm of anticipation and dread. Inside the Mooncrest packhouse, the Council’s verdict loomed. Kael remained imprisoned in the lower dungeons, but time was slipping away. Every hour brought them closer to a potential attack by the Crimson Fang pack. Every breath Aria took tasted of betrayal and uncertainty. “Aria,” came Elandra’s voice, soft yet urgent. Aria turned, startled. “Did they decide?” Elandra shook her head. “They’re still deliberating. But something’s not right. One of the Council members slipped away earlier—Lord Saren. I think he’s making a deal with Crimson Fang.” Aria’s pulse spiked. “Then we don’t have time to wait. If Kael is right, and Crimson Fang i
The dawn crept hesitantly over the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of crimson and gold as if forewarning the blood to come. The once vibrant Mooncrest pack grounds now felt suffocating, heavy with the weight of uncertainty and the cold grip of fear. Aria stood near the ancient oak that marked the center of the territory, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. The night’s cold had barely faded, yet inside her, a storm raged stronger than ever. Since Kael’s capture, the air had thickened with distrust and tension. Whispers slithered through the pack like venom—some questioned Aria’s loyalty, others doubted Kael’s innocence, and many feared the inevitable clash with the Crimson Fang. The High Council’s verdict loomed like a shadow over their heads, threatening to crush any hope of peace. Aria’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as she paced the stone floor of her quarters. The weight of leadership was heavier than the thickest iron chains. She had always imagined what it meant
The iron door groaned shut behind her, echoing down the stone corridor like a verdict already passed. Aria’s breath caught in her throat as she stepped back into the flickering torchlight. Her thoughts were spiraling—memories of Kael’s words, the look in his eyes, the heat of his hand barely touching hers through the bars. Every step she took felt heavier than the last. The Council’s decision loomed like a blade above them both. Outside the prison wing, Elandra waited with her arms folded, her face tight with worry masked behind cool composure. “They will not listen to me,” Aria said bitterly. “They don’t care that Kael came to warn us. They only care that he’s from the Darkveil pack.” Elandra looked down the corridor, ensuring they were alone before speaking. “They fear what you represent. You and Kael... your bond threatens the structure they’ve upheld for centuries. If a Mooncrest heir and a Darkveil Alpha can be mates, what happens to the old rivalries they’ve fed on for g