"Straighten your elbow, Thalia! If you leave it open like that, your opponent can easily hit your weak spot!" My voice echoed in the cold morning air.
The girl hissed softly, then corrected her position. "I'm sorry, Luna. I was too hasty. I'll try to focus more." I stepped closer, observing her stance for a moment. "You have great potential. But potential without control will only become a weakness. Focus. Feel your breath. Feel your opponent's movements, not just see them." A thin mist still shrouded part of the training field as we took our positions. The morning air gently pricked the skin, carrying the scent of dew and the faint trace of cedar flowers from the neighboring garden. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, leaving a golden light that cast long shadows on the grassy ground. I stood facing Thalia, our bodies ready to move, our eyes locked. The girl stared at me with a sharp yet respectful gaze. HThe morning air felt fresh as we walked slowly among the grass, still wet with dew. The hill where we stood had not yet been named, but in silence, I knew that one day people would remember this place. Here, between the wind and the open sky, the history of the Silvergrove pack would be planted. Literally.I knelt down, lifting a small tree that had been prepared in a pot of dark, rich soil. Its leaves looked fresh, its stem slender yet sturdy, as if it knew this place would bear witness to something great. Alpha King stood behind me, silent and observant, giving me space, but I could feel his gaze enveloping my back.“Grow well,” I said, as if the object before me could respond to my words. My hands slowly dug into the soil. The cold seeped through the gaps between my fingers, rough yet soothing. I lowered the small tree into the hole I had made, then began to cover it back up with soil. After finishing, I sat on the groun
The flash of light from the shattering crystal slowly faded, but the silence that followed echoed louder than the thunderous boom that had shaken the meeting room. No one dared to speak. All eyes were fixed on Alpha Aric, standing tall in the center of the room, his body enveloped in an aura that was not only powerful... but ancient.Suddenly, from the remaining light, a large black wolf appeared, its body towering and its fur shimmering with an obsidian glow. The creature darted through the air, then entered Alpha Aric's body without a sound. Instantly, Aric's eyes blazed brightly—an orange hue so fiery it resembled embers in the dark of night.A gust of wind erupted from his body, sweeping across every corner of the room. Robes fluttered, hair disheveled, and small objects on the table trembled violently. The sky outside suddenly darkened, thunder roared, and the atmosphere grew thick, as if marking the birth of something far greater than ordinary power
The days following the arrival of the white wizards marked a new chapter for the Silvergrove pack. Initial tensions were inevitable, but after several days of rigorous investigation by our security team and internal investigators, as well as direct verification by Hessel, an expert in detecting forbidden magic, trust began to grow slowly. None of them showed any affinity for dark magic, and all tests indicated honesty in their intentions.I still remember clearly the closed-door meeting held with the elders and influential figures of the Silvergrove pack. The room was filled with serious faces, but no one objected. Some of them still harbored doubts, but they trusted Alpha Aric’s observations and my judgment as Luna. And in the end, the decision was made: Silvergrove officially accepted the white wizards as their allies.The news spread throughout our territory. Some welcomed it with relief, others needed time. But today is not just about the Silvergrove
The overcast sky hung low as we walked down the main corridor of the palace toward the front courtyard. The soft creaking of the wheelchair wheels on the stone floor blended with Nyra's footsteps and the quiet patter of my shoes. I walked beside Mira, occasionally glancing at the white-haired girl sitting quietly with a thin blanket draped over her lap. Her face looked fresher, though it still bore the marks of wounds and fatigue.“Luna Lyara, thank you for allowing me to meet them. No, actually, even just not immediately expelling white witches like me is more than enough. Because the black wizards commit so many crimes, we who are of the same race but different beliefs sometimes face prejudice,” Mira said softly, breaking the silence.“If someone spills black ink on paper, it doesn’t mean the entire paper becomes black. It’s only right that I treat someone on the same side with kindness,” I replied, turning my head. “You are the key witness to everythin
The treatment room was filled with soft light from golden crystal chandeliers. White curtains fluttered gently in the breeze from the slightly open window. In the corner of the room, a bowl of water with a clean cloth lay on a small table. The pungent aroma of herbal medicines mingled with the scent of lavender flowers, deliberately placed to calm the atmosphere.I sat on a soft rattan chair beside the bed. Alpha Aric stood behind me, his hand gently touching my shoulder, offering silent strength. Before me, the girl with white hair—her skin pale, but her eyes now fully open. Her irises were light brown, hazy with the remnants of trauma. Yet there was still resolve there.“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice hoarse but full of sincerity. “For saving me from them.”I smiled faintly, trying to offer comfort. “What is your name?”She bowed her head slightly, then answered, “Mira. Mira Solenn. Daughter of the leader of the white
"Did she say anything?" I asked softly, flipping through the pages of the report I hadn't had time to sign yet. Tavien stood not far from the desk, his face still marked by fatigue. Behind him, the window reflected a pale light, illuminating part of his hair, which was tousled by the morning breeze.“Not much,” Tavien finally replied. “But she didn’t mention a single name. Not who their leader is, not the exact location of their base, and not their objectives either.” I pressed my temples, trying to quell the faint throbbing that was beginning to form there. “Then what did she say?” “We’ve launched a high-level investigation, but she only spoke a few sentences. She said she was indeed a spy. From the very beginning, from the day her parents died.” My heart sank. I might understand the pain of losing a beloved parent in a sense of injustice, but not for others. To them, Thalia was just a spy and a traitor.