Chloe’s POV
“I don’t think we are going to find our mate in that ball,” I say to my wolf Jina as she’s urging me to wear that one dress I don’t want to put on tonight.“It’s the only decent dress you have, Chloe,” Jina yells.I snarled and picked up that red gown my parents bought for me on my eighteenth birthday. Today is my nineteenth birthday but my parents aren’t with me. It’s too much for me to think about that.Whenever I see this dress, I am always reminded of the bloodied corpse of my parents. I still couldn’t come out of the trauma or the fact I am an orphan now. This was their last gift and I avoided even looking at it, yet I don’t have the heart to throw it away. I am cherishing it with the other few things I took from my home before joining the Dark woods pack as a refugee.I still remember the day my pack who lived in the north was attacked by Silver fangs pack a month before. They were basically rogues who hunted the weaker pack to take their supplies and prove their strength. Their Alpha wanted everyone to fear him so he did those horrible things to his race. It happens a lot in the north, it is considered one of the coldest places on the earth, and the winter would last forever. There was always a scarcity of supplies and they often fight each other for that. Since my family was quite wealthy, I lived peacefully until the rogues attacked our home. They slaughtered my parents and took all of our valuables. My father locked me in the basement of our house and saved me on that day. I still can’t forgive myself for letting them die and I am being the sole survivor.Jina would encourage me to move on but in the back of our heads, we knew that we had lost the important people of our life. I often think there’s no reason to live anymore but Jina said that we will soon find our mate and we have to wait for him. But I think he’s died in the hands of those rogues. There’s no way I am going to find my mate in this entirely new pack.“You’re going to look beautiful in this dress,” she said while I kept staring at the long-sleeved, half-shoulder red dress.“Listen to me and put this on,” Jina calmly advised. I always listen to my silver wolf. My father told me that we are the rare breed blessed by the moon goddess. We are destined to become Luna. I often avoid shifting because silver wolves weren’t welcomed in most of the packs.Jina has always said the right things to me, even when I was sad and scared, she’s there to guide me. So tonight I don’t have a choice but to listen to her, hoping there’s a reason for her excitement.I wore the dress, it looked good on my petite frame. When I am looking at myself in the mirror. Jina said, “Cheer up, it’s our birthday, Chloe. I haven’t seen you smile genuinely in a long time,”“How can I smile? I never pass a day without thinking about my mom and dad,”My sadness greatly affected Jina too, she turned silent after that.When I was struggling to pull the zipper, my best friend Lily entered my room.“You didn’t lock the door, what if someone else barges in?” she asks, seeing my state.“I forgot. Can you please help me?”“Of course, I came at the right time,” she smiled and pulled the zipper.We both looked at our reflection in the mirror. I am petite, curvy with long black hair. Lily is tall, lean, and has reddish-brown hair. She’s so popular in our pack for her good looks but she always says I am the prettiest.“You look beautiful,” she said.“You too, I hope you will find your mate at the ball as you wished,”“I don’t know, but my wolf is so eager,”I smile. Lily and I were best friends for most of our lives, we both trained together. She grew up in my house and she was with me in the basement when my parents were killed.Unlike me, her parents have died earlier in illness, since it happened years before, she somehow managed to come out of the grief and stay hopeful for her future but I couldn’t be like her.Lily is the only person I have to call as a family, and friend and listen to all my problems. I am the only person she has to hold on to. I proudly say that we are best friends for life.“What will you do if you meet your mate?”I smiled at her question.“I am still wondering whether I should go to the ball,” I say. Jina snarled.“We have to, Chloe. Gamma said all the refugees must attend this ball. It’s our Alpha’s order. We have to show our gratitude by going there,”“Yeah, yeah,” I nodded.“It's a way to get to know these new people who generously took us in, don’t you think,”“You’re right,”The Dark Woods pack had a friendly alliance with our pack. After knowing that they were attacked by the rogues, they asked the remaining survivors to join their pack. Lily and I traveled hundreds of miles to come here. Compared to the north, this place is so much different. I could see sunshine and the moon in the clear blue sky.Today is a full moon day so they have organized a ball for matchmaking.“Chloe, I need to tell you something. We both were deeply affected by what happened to your parents. I want revenge as much as you want. The only way we got is to blend into this community and ask for their help. They all seem like good people and I think they will help us,” she advised and I considered that.“She’s right,” Jina says to me. If she says, then it would be true.I walked with Lily and with many others heading towards the hall, wearing the best outfits they had in their wardrobe.I looked simple but the girls of my age all looked bright and happy there.“Look at these beautiful decorations, we have never seen such an extravagance in the north, have we?” Lily asks.“Yes,” I agreed. The hall is lit with candles and red ribbons. The grant chandelier at the top got everyone’s attention when they entered the place.“God, I love this place,” Lily smiles and I felt different, some sort of relief after a long time.“I think we are going to find our mate here,” Jina announces.“What?” I shriek, “No way,”“Have you forgotten, we are blessed by the Moon Goddess. She won’t give up on us. I strongly feel something is going to happen tonight,”My eyes widened. If she says, then I had to be prepared for that.The morning of the wedding broke with a soft golden glow bathing the pack lands. The air buzzed with excitement, as though even the trees were whispering about what the day would bring. Flowers bloomed brighter. The birds chirped louder. Everything felt more alive.Inside the bridal chambers, Reva stood silently before the full-length mirror, the soft swish of silk brushing her ankles. Her gown was unlike anything ever seen—moon-white, embroidered with ancient runes that shimmered faintly in the light, whispering secrets only witches knew. It hugged her delicate frame in elegance, her long dark hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders, adorned with silver vines and soft gardenias.“Reva,” Chloe whispered from behind her, her voice filled with awe, “you look absolutely magical.”Beside her, Lily gasped and grinned, her hands gently clasping Reva’s. “You’re glowing. Viktor’s going to lose it the moment he sees you.”Reva turned to them, her eyes glassy with emotion. These were not
One month had passed since the war ended, and with it came a kind of peace that felt fragile, like porcelain—precious, beautiful, and still healing from cracks that ran deep beneath the surface.The Stormborn territory had begun to breathe again.The scent of blood had faded from the fields. The ruins of broken walls had been rebuilt stone by stone, not just by the pack’s hands—but by unlikely ones too. For not all of Daven’s wolves had been loyal to his cruelty. Some had fought because they were bound. Others had fled after his death, lost and leaderless.Marcus, Alpha of the Stormborns, had welcomed them.Not all at once, and not without caution—but with fairness. He’d seen the brokenness in their eyes, the way they looked not for power but for redemption. They came with lowered heads, torn armor, and a haunted stillness that Marcus knew well. So he made the decision that surprised many, but defined his rule:No more blood would be spilled for Daven’s sins.And so, slowly, the former
The battlefield was no longer a place of war—but a graveyard of silence.The blood had dried. The fires had died out. The screams of pain and the clash of steel were now only memories etched into the earth. What remained was the slow, aching quiet of survival.The rising sun bathed the Stormborn territory in a golden light that felt too warm, too gentle for all that had happened. Its rays crept over the broken walls, the torn flags, the smoldering remains of the enemy camp. And with it came the first breaths of peace.But peace did not come without cost.Marcus stood near the edge of the eastern field, overlooking the burial grounds where the pack had begun laying their fallen to rest. His eyes were hollow with exhaustion, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He hadn’t spoken much since the end of the battle. Not out of pain—but reverence. This was the part of leadership no one glorified. Not the fight. Not the power. The mourning.He watched as warriors carried bodies wrapped in c
Their blades met with a shriek of metal, the sound sharp enough to silence the battlefield—if only for a breath.Marcus pushed forward with his full strength, sparks flying as his sword crashed against Daven’s blackened steel. Muscles flexed, eyes locked, their feet digging trenches in the bloodstained earth beneath them.They broke apart, only to clash again a second later—steel against steel, fire against fire.This was no longer just a duel.It was a reckoning.The wind howled around them, lifting dirt and ash into the sky. Behind them, the battle still raged—cries of pain, growls of beasts, and the roar of spellfire—but Marcus heard none of it. The only sound that existed for him now was the steady drumbeat of his heart and the ringing echo of his enemy’s blade.Daven moved like a shadow—fast, controlled, merciless. His eyes glowed faintly, powered by blood magic still clinging to his veins. Every swing of his blade carried that darkness, and with it, a fury that had been festering
The sky was heavy with clouds, thick and unmoving, blanketing the land in a grim shade of gray. No sun broke through. No wind stirred the trees. Even the birds, once loud in the early dawn, had fallen silent.It was as if the world itself was holding its breath.And then—they heard it.The low rumble of hooves, the distant growl of beasts, the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of marching footsteps pounding the earth.Daven’s army had arrived.From atop the fortress wall, Marcus stood like a sentinel, his dark cloak snapping in the breeze, his arms crossed over his chest. His golden eyes scanned the treeline beyond the western ridge where shadows moved—thousands of them.The first wave appeared slowly, emerging from the fog like nightmares given form. Rogues with snarling jaws and matted fur. Warlocks with skeletal markings burned into their skin. Beasts that had once been wolves, now corrupted by forbidden rituals—twisted, monstrous things that didn’t seem to feel pain or fear.And at the cente
For the first time in weeks, Viktor let his shoulders drop.The castle’s northern wing was quiet, untouched by the hum of war preparation. Here, lanterns glowed softly, casting golden halos across the stone walls and polished wooden floors. The chamber he shared with Reva was modest, tucked beneath the old tower, its windows arched and open to the night air.Reva sat on the edge of the bed, brushing out her dark hair, still damp from the bath. Her eyes were closed, her body relaxed, her skin carrying the faint scent of pine and lavender. For all her power and ferocity in battle, in this moment she looked peaceful—like a moonlit enchantment breathing gently in the quiet.Viktor leaned in the doorway, arms folded, just watching her.He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her like this—not preparing spells, not bleeding magic, not exhausted and on the verge of collapse. Just herself.“Beautiful,” he murmured, the word escaping like a breath he didn’t mean to speak aloud.Reva opened