LOGINBoom, Boom, Boom.. I'd fallen asleep, you can't blame me. The bed is very comfortable. It sounded like an explosion, I turn to look for Joey, but she isn't there. fear grips me, and my heart starts with its usual frantic melody. This is not good, she said she'd stay and keep watch. if she's not here, does it mean she's been taken? And if so.... why am I still here?
I guess there's only one way to find out. I creep closer to face the illusion, but I don't know what to do to get out. I'm looking around for a clue, something that will help me leave this place, when I hear another loud boom like an explosion. Whispered shouts reach me, "I thought you said you could open it! what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Idiot One hisses, sounding angry and frustrated. "The witch told me this would work, but whoever cast this spell must be very powerful. I can't break it". Idiot two replies just as frustrated as his friend. "Look, I don't care what you do or how you do it. This bitch is not going to be out for long. Just break the fucking illusion so we can get her and leave before anyone notices". I'm guessing the "bitch" in reference is Joey. and I can't help but feel immense gratitude that she put herself in danger and protected me from these people. But I can't let her hard work be for nothing. these guys obviously know I'm here. Joey said no one but she and the Alpha knew about this place, so how did these people know how to find me? I'll think about that later. but for now, I have to find something I can protect myself with, to stall for time until Joey wakes up, or until my mate and the Alpha, Devon, finds us. There's a bed, a TV, a mini bathroom, and kitchen. That's it. I can look for sharp things in the kitchen and hide myself in the bathroom so I'll have the element of surprise. I pat myself on the back for having such a great idea. I get to the mini kitchen and start searching. I find a kitchen knife, a butchers knife, and two butter knives. These will have to do . I head to the bathroom, lock the door, and sit on the floor with my back pressed against it. The only problem, I don't have the strength to fight two wolves. Or the skills. I was never allowed on training grounds. Honestly, I was always too busy staying away from Leila to even think of training. The only day I went to the training grounds to see if there was anything I could learn and practice on my own was the day after Leila did what I thought was the worst. That was three years before I met my mate, just after I turned 18. It was a normal morning for me. I'd been woken by Leila's nasty voice, a whip to remind me of my place. the whip is fully made from wolfsbane and has prickly thorns on it. I used to call it the rose whip. "Wake up, you foul bitch. you smell like death". Great , this is my 18th birthday, and this is the best I'll ever get. Mistake number one: I didn't get up fast enough. and the rose whip didn't even give me a warning before it landed on my bare back, slicing my skin open. The smell of fresh blood filled the air, my blood . I say fresh because the wounds from the whole week had dried into my skin. I couldn't wash them off, thanks to Madame Leila. I scrambled up quickly, before another lash could grace my back with it's prickly presence. I stood slowly, carefully, trying hard not to lean on my right side . Two days ago, Madame Leila thought it would be fun to see if I could survive a fall from the roof of our house. I wished that would be the end of it , but I survived. And I think I know why, because I'm more human than wolf. She looked at me with those annoying blue eyes of hers and started talking with her even worse voice. "Since today is your birthday , I'm going to let you wash yourself. but only if you do it at the lake". She said it with a smirk, daring me to argue. This bitch was cruel. the lake was practically ice water. Since I was probably more human than wolf I couldn't bathe in it, I'd freeze to death. She wanted me dead, that's it. But I don't give her the satisfaction of arguing. I grit my teeth, bowed my head, and said , "Yes, madame Leila". Yes, she made me call her that, she's that crazy. I swear she gets off on it. I walked to the lake, if you could call shuffling my body like a sac of potatoes that, I couldn't walk far distances because of my broken leg so I dragged it along with me . When I reached the lake, I stripped off. This was probably my only chance to clean myself up . I sucked in a deep breath, sat down slowly near the water, and started scooping it up with my hands to wash. I wasn't stupid. I wasn't going to jump in. I'd freeze in two seconds. Just as I finished, I heard rustling and growls. I tensed, hurriedly trying to put on my bloody clothes. I swallowed the bile rising in my throat, I didn't even have fresh clothes to change into. Before I could slip my shirt on , a low whistle pierced the air. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, goosebumps washing over me . Rouges. How did they get here? The lake was still inside pack territory, they couldn't have gotten in without help from the inside. And somehow, I knew who helped them. The first guy licked his lips, rubbing his palms together. "We're going to have so much fun with you baby". He said . The second guy just stood there, sniffing the air. The tent in his pants grew bigger. I looked down at myself, legs broken, body exposed, and I didn't care. I pushed myself into the freezing water, desperate to put as much distance as I could between me and the threat.The morning sun, a gentle artist, spilled its golden hues across the sprawling courtyard of the Ironfang stronghold. It illuminated the dew-kissed stones, kissed the vibrant blooms in the carefully tended gardens, and, most importantly, warmed the faces of Adriana and Devon as they watched their children play. George and Georgia, now five years old, were a whirlwind of energy and laughter, their days filled with the joyful exploration of their world.George, with his father’s adventurous spirit and a mop of unruly dark hair, was attempting to scale a particularly sturdy oak tree near the main keep, his small hands gripping the rough bark. He’d reached a respectable height, his tongue poking out in concentration.“Careful, little pup!” Devon called out, his voice a low rumble of affection. He stood with his arm around Adriana, their bodies a comforting anchor for each other amidst the playful chaos.Georgia, mirroring her mother’s more thoughtful nature and possessing Adriana’s strikin
The air in the Ironfang stronghold crackled not with fear, but with a potent, rising hope. Adriana, standing before the gathered packs and the King’s own defecting guards who had heard the truth, felt the land thrumming with anticipation. King Theron, finally extricated from Elias’s suffocating influence by a brave contingent led by a deeply conflicted Valerius, stood beside her, his eyes clearer than they had been in years, though still heavy with regret.Elias, stripped of his false authority, stood defiant but alone. His final desperate act – ordering the Royal Guard to seize the twins under the King’s purported decree – had been thwarted not by brute force, but by the King’s own awakened conscience, spurred by Valerius’s intervention and the evidence of Elias’s manipulation. Valerius, remembering the conviction in Devon’s eyes and the disturbing nature of Elias’s orders regarding the twins (which felt more like an assassination plot than protection), had made a critical choice. I
The King’s chambers, once a symbol of regal authority, had become a gilded cage of paranoia. Elias, with Patricia’s subtle enchantments weaving a web of fear around Theron, had successfully twisted the King’s perception. The King no longer saw his grandchildren as heirs, but as vessels for Anya’s perceived vengeful spirit, a threat that whispered of his own inadequacy and the instability of his reign.“They are Anya’s eyes, Your Majesty,” Elias intoned, his voice smooth as polished obsidian, as he stood beside the King’s throne. “Every innocent glance they cast hides a prophecy of your downfall. The Ironfang Pack, in their misguided devotion to Anya’s memory, are only hastening the fulfillment of her supposed will.” He gestured towards a partially completed decree, an order for the immediate apprehension and ‘sequestration’ of the royal twins. The wording was deliberately ambiguous, cloaked in the language of protection, but the intent was clear.King Theron, his face etched with a te
In the heart of the royal palace, cloaked in gilded opulence and suffocating guilt, King Theron sat on his throne, a shadow of his former self. Elias, with Patricia by his side, had begun weaving their insidious narrative into the King's already fractured psyche. Patricia, using subtle enchantments and carefully chosen words, amplified the King’s deepest insecurities, conjuring visions that played on his fear of Anya and her destiny.“Your Majesty,” Patricia began, her voice a velvet caress laced with mystical undertones, her eyes reflecting a manufactured empathy. She gestured towards Theron’s trembling hands. “Anya’s spirit… it is restless. It has always sought to reclaim what it believes was unjustly denied. And now, it has found a vessel.”Theron flinched, his eyes darting around the throne room as if expecting Anya to materialize from the shadows. “A vessel? What do you mean, Patricia?”Elias stepped forward, his voice carefully modulated to project concern for the King, not ambi
Elias, seething at the subversion of his carefully laid plans, felt the ground crumbling beneath him. The Stonefurriers had slipped through his grasp, Valerius was wavering, and whispers of unrest within the capital city, ironically orchestrated by his own agents in a desperate attempt to quell dissent, were now echoing back to him as a threat. Patricia’s chilling suggestion – to weaponize the King’s deepest fears against the twins – preyed on his ruthless pragmatism. It was a desperate gambit, but one that might just consolidate his power if executed perfectly.“The King’s paranoia,” Elias mused, stroking his chin, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “He already feels Anya’s shadow looming over him, her prophecy a constant threat to his perceived legitimacy. If we can convince him that the twins, her direct descendants, are not just heirs, but active agents of her vengeful spirit, bent on usurthing his throne… then his own fear will become my greatest weapon.”He turned to Patricia. “You
The mountain pass became a testament to the Stonefurriers' resilience and the Greyclaws' strategic disruption. The Royal Guard, though initially gaining ground, found themselves faltering under the combined pressure. Adriana’s elemental surge, though distant, had sent a ripple of unease through the Royal Guard ranks, a subconscious reminder of primal forces that Elias’s magic couldn't fully suppress. Lyra’s Greyclaws continued their hit-and-run tactics, preventing the Royal Guard from overwhelming Borin’s delegation.Alpha Borin, seeing the Royal Guard captain’s hesitation and the growing disarray caused by the lingering tremors and the Greyclaw harassment, made his move. “We are not your enemies!” he bellowed, his voice carrying the weight of his pack’s respect. “We seek only to understand, to present Anya’s true vision! Elias’s decree is a tool of fear! If you value the King’s true well-being, and the future of this kingdom, you will let us pass!”The captain, caught between his ord







