The night felt endless.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so tangled, so stretched thin. Every thought, every breath seemed to lead back to the same conclusion: nothing made sense anymore. I was standing on the edge of something much bigger than myself. Something dangerous, something powerful. And Luca, despite his insistence that he was trying to protect me, couldn’t shelter me from the truth forever.I sat in the small room that had once been my father's office, the same familiar walls now feeling colder than I remembered. The journal rested on the desk in front of me, the mark on its cover—still sharp, still unsettling—burned into my mind.The whispers from my dreams had become louder, clearer. It wasn’t just a random string of words. It was a language, one that tugged at something deep inside me. The more I heard it, the more familiar it felt, as if it was a part of me. A part of my bloodline. But why? Why hadn’t I known about it until now?The night air was thick with tension as the pack gathered around the clearing, their eyes fixed on Isla. The battle had ended, but the aftermath weighed heavily on all of them. Blood still stained the earth, and the scent of the rogue clung to the air like a warning.Luca’s gaze never left Isla, his protective instincts flaring with each breath she took. She had proven herself in battle, but he could see the toll it had taken on her. She was strong, but even the strongest could break under the right pressure.“Isla,” Luca said, his voice low, but with a sense of urgency that pulled her attention. “Are you alright?”She looked at him, her eyes flickering with a mixture of exhaustion and determination. “I will be,” she replied, her voice steady despite the weariness that dripped from her every movement.Astra stepped forward, her eyes calculating as she scanned the clearing. “This victory won’t be enough. The rogues were just pawns. Whoever is behind this will come for you again. They’l
The air crackled with electricity as Isla and the rogue collided, their wolves locked in a struggle for dominance. The sounds of their growls echoed through the clearing, the sharp snap of teeth and the fury of claws slashing at air and flesh. Isla's body moved like it was born for this—quick, precise, and filled with the raw, untapped power that surged through her.But it wasn’t just her wolf's strength that kept her going. No, something else was happening—something deep within her. The bond she felt with the pack, with the moon, was growing stronger with every passing second. It was as if the very force of her destiny was pushing her forward, urging her to fight, to win.She barely registered the rogue's words from moments ago—the warning, the taunting. "The power that runs through your veins." Those words were haunting her, but right now, they were nothing but background noise. She focused on the rogue, on the fight.The rogue's wolf was fast, her movements fluid and calculated. Bu
The night was heavy with the scent of rain. The air felt thick, as though the earth itself was holding its breath. Isla's wolf senses were on high alert, her ears twitching at every sound, every rustle in the underbrush. The pack had slowed their pace as they neared the old mill, moving like shadows through the trees.Luca’s form was a silhouette ahead, his sleek black coat blending with the darkness, his every movement calculated, deliberate. He was the leader, the one guiding them through this. But Isla could feel his tension in the air—he was worried, though he wasn’t showing it.The rogue pack had been elusive, always moving under the cover of night, but now they had cornered themselves at the mill. And with the moon high in the sky, the power of the pack surged beneath Isla’s skin. The energy of the full moon coursed through her, amplifying every instinct, every impulse.She couldn’t ignore the pull—the call of something deeper that seemed to hum in her blood, a connection to the
Isla hadn’t slept much. The moon had been full that night, a silent witness to everything she had come to accept—everything she had to face now. The prophecy, her father’s disappearance, the rogues, and the pack—all of it pressed on her chest, suffocating at times. But the fire in her chest was still burning, and for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t afraid of it.The morning light had barely touched the horizon when she stepped out of the cabin. The air was crisp, as if the earth itself was bracing for what was to come. The small, secluded clearing at the edge of the woods where she had met Luca felt like another world now—a place where secrets and truths mingled in the shadows of the trees.Luca was already there, waiting. He was standing in front of a group of wolves. A handful of pack members, their expressions stoic, eyes bright and full of intent. They were the ones Luca trusted the most, the ones who had stayed by his side through everything, even when doubts had threat
Isla stared into the darkness beyond the clearing, the trees swaying lightly in the wind. The weight of Luca’s words from the night before echoed in her mind—now, we fight. Together. But what did that really mean? Was she ready to lead? To be the one the prophecy spoke of? Everything had happened so fast, too fast, and the pieces were still falling into place.Astra had gone silent after the meeting, leaving Isla and Luca alone to process the weight of their conversation. But Isla couldn’t shake the feeling that something was brewing in the shadows, something darker than they were ready for. She had felt the same way the night of her father’s disappearance, an unease, a pulling sense that something was terribly wrong.And now, the same feeling clawed at her chest.“I’m not sure I can do this,” she muttered under her breath, staring down at her hands. There was no denying the power that surged through her, the same power she’d felt ever since she could remember. But was that enough? Co
The weight of Luca’s gaze was like a tangible force, pulling Isla into a quiet storm of emotions. Her heart raced, an undeniable pulse thrumming in her veins. This was it. This was the moment everything had been leading to, the confrontation she had been dreading and anticipating all at once. Yet, there was something oddly comforting about Luca’s presence. His intensity, his steadiness, felt like an anchor in a sea of chaos.Astra stepped back, her arms folding across her chest as she observed them both, a quiet smirk tugging at her lips. Her role in this had always been clear: to help Isla understand her place in the world of werewolves, to show her what she had yet to accept. But now, it was Isla’s turn to face the truth on her own terms.Isla took a deep breath, the cool night air filling her lungs as she met Luca’s gaze. There was no turning back now. Everything was on the table.“We need to talk,” Isla repeated, her voice steady, though her mind was racing. “About my father, abou