LOGINLUCIANThe night air is sharp, cutting through my skin as I move through the trees. Every sound is louder than it should, even my own heartbeat is hammering in my ears. Three nights of planning, and now it all comes down to this.Hayes has already started the distraction on the west ridge. From here, I can see flickers of distant movement, our wolves shifting forms, darting like shadows through the forest. If Orion’s black-eyed wolves haven’t noticed them yet, they will soon. That’s the point.I pull my hood lower and keep moving. The tunnel entrance should be up ahead, hidden under an old, collapsed watch post. Kalen said he’d be waiting there.And he is.He steps out from behind the stones when I approach. “You’re on time,” he says, voice low.“Wouldn’t want to ruin your schedule,” I mutter.He gives me a short smirk, then nods toward the ground. “Entrance is here.”We move the stones aside, revealing a narrow hole leading underground. The air that comes out is cold and stale, smell
LUCIANBack at the pack, I spend most of the night sketching and erasing the same map on my desk. The ink’s already smudged, my fingers stained black. Every line and route leading to Orion ends the same way, too dangerous, exposed, and too risky.Still, I can’t stop. I trace the river bend where Kalen said the tunnels start, mark the old ruins that lead under the ridge. He said there’s an opening there, where Orion uses to move his supply carts. It’s small enough for one wolf to get through at a time. It’ll have to do.There’s a knock at the door.“Come in,” I call, not looking up.Theron steps in, shoulders squared, face tight like he already knows this won’t be a casual chat. “Heard you came back late last night,” he says. “You met him?”“Yeah,” I answer, setting the map down. “Kalen showed.”He raises a brow. “And?”“And he’s in. Although he’s walking a thin line, he’ll help us get Leah.”Theron crosses his arms. “You’re trusting him again after everything?”“I’m not trusting him,
LUCIANIt’s been three days since Theron and I visited Lilith. She’s recovering, but she’s getting there. Seeing her sit up, whispering a few words to Theron, it reminded me what we’re still fighting for. And what I’ve almost lost.But even with that small relief, my mind hasn’t rested. Every night I sit in my office staring at the maps, the reports, the battle sketches… and the same question keeps circling back, how do I find Kalen?We were boys when we used to sneak into the east woods, pretending to be warriors. Back then, we had this secret way of talking whenever we were grounded or kept apart. A message code, burned into tree bark. We’d scratch a certain symbol into the base of a tree, the reply would always come in the same spot a day later, carved on the same tree trunk.It was childish then. But it’s all I’ve got now.That’s how I end up riding alone to the edge of the Silent Pines at dawn. I dismount, claws out, and carve the old mark into the side of a thick oak, three clea
LUCIANIt’s been three days since Theron and I visited Lilith. She’s recovering, but she’s getting there. Seeing her sit up, whispering a few words to Theron, it reminded me what we’re still fighting for. And what I’ve almost lost.But even with that small relief, my mind hasn’t rested. Every night I sit in my office staring at the maps, the reports, the battle sketches… and the same question keeps circling back, how do I find Kalen?We were boys when we used to sneak into the east woods, pretending to be warriors. Back then, we had this secret way of talking whenever we were grounded or kept apart. A message code, burned into tree bark. We’d scratch a certain symbol into the base of a tree, the reply would always come in the same spot a day later, carved on the same tree trunk.It was childish then. But it’s all I’ve got now.That’s how I end up riding alone to the edge of the Silent Pines at dawn. I dismount, claws out, and carve the old mark into the side of a thick oak, three clea
LUCIANMorning light filters through the cracks in the blinds when I finally drag myself out of bed. I didn’t sleep much. My head’s still pounding from everything that happened yesterday, but I know what I have to do.Apologize.I’ve faced wars, monsters, and curses, but nothing feels as hard as saying sorry to Theron. He’s been my brother since we were pups, but we fight like we were born to annoy each other. And still, he’s always there. Always doing his duty, even when I give him every reason not to.I call for a messenger and tell him, “Find Theron. Tell him I want him in my office. Now.”The messenger gives me a quick nod and runs out. I take a deep breath and start pacing. I’m not even sure what I’ll say. A plain apology doesn’t feel right, it’s not how we do things. He’d probably make a joke out of it anyway.When the door opens, Theron walks in like he’s bracing for another fight. His face is hard, his jaw set. He doesn’t even bother greeting me. Just stands there, arms folded
LUCIANThe journey back to the pack feels endless. The air is thick with loss and grief.When we finally get there, silence greets us instead of the usual howls or chatter. The half-burnt houses are still a sight for sore eyes. Charred wood and broken glass crunch under my boots as I walk through what used to be a haven. Every few steps, there’s a body. Pack warriors, even elders who should’ve been far away from the frontlines, all dead.Theron walks a few steps behind me, saying nothing. No one dares speak. The few survivors that remain bow their heads, out of heartbreak. I stop near what used to be the schoolhouse. The walls are blackened, and the roof’s half gone. The vague scent of blood and ash makes my throat tighten. “How many?” I ask quietly.One of the scouts answers. “We’re still counting, Alpha. Dozens, maybe more. The safe site was hit first.”My jaw tightens. “The safe site?”The scout nods, his eyes full of guilt. “They came through the forest. We thought the barriers w







