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The Blood Moon (2)
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2026-10-17 23:37:22
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Omega of Two Packs The Lost Wolf Clan
Zeth’s POVNoah didn't hesitate.He stepped straight out from under my arm, his small boots crunching hard on the icy shale as he walked directly toward the towering slate wall. His left palm was glowing bright—that thin, blinding thread of silver starlight bleeding through his fingers, pulsing faster with every inch he gained on the stone."Noah, hold on," I barked, my boots skidding on the slick rock as I reached out to grab him.He didn't stop. He placed his bare, glowing palm flat against the carved paw of the ancient wolf etched into the rock. The stone beneath his hand gave off a low, vibrating hum, but the giant cliff face remained sealed, dark and impenetrable against the fog.Noah turned his head back over his shoulder, his silver eyes wide and terrifyingly clear. "Bring Akim."Xander didn't argue. His Moon Alpha instincts were screaming at him to keep our youngest buried in his cloak, but he stepped forward without a second thought, his broad arm cradling Akim tightly agains
Omega of Two Packs Shield of the Deep
Ashton’s POVThe mountain wind didn't just blow through the pass, it bit through leather and wool, turning every breath into a thin, white plume of fog.Behind us, the distant, muffled echoes of Alaric’s ward shattering were still ringing in my ears.Xander moved half a pace ahead of me, his shoulders hunched forward to shield Akim. He held our youngest son pinned flat against his broad chest, his thick arms locked around the blanket so securely that hardly an inch of the baby was exposed to the freezing air. Beside him, Zeth had Noah hooked under one arm against his hip, his other hand white-knuckled on the grip of his bare hunting blade as his eyes swept every shadow along the trail.We dragged ourselves through the narrow iron grate at the mouth of the service passage, plunging out onto the slick, jagged rocks of the upper northern ridge."We can't hit the main road," Zeth gritted out, his voice a low, rough rasp that barely carried over the gale. "Sisil has guards posted at every
Omega of Two Packs The Ghost of the North
Xanders pov“Brenda…”The name barely made it past my lips. It came out thin and broken, as if some part of me still refused to believe what my eyes were seeing. I stood frozen, staring past the blood-stained altar steps at the woman waiting at the edge of the shattered double doors.“You’re alive.”Brenda didn't flinch. She didn't offer a theatrical smirk or a grand gesture. She just tilted her head slightly, her pale eyes raking over Ashton with a slow, heavy disgust."And breathing, you low-life omega," she said. Her voice wasn't a roar. It was quiet, flat, and soaked in a casual cruelty that made my skin crawl.Before Ashton could even draw another breath, before the shock could settle into his bones, my body moved. I didn't yell. I didn't let the wolf behind my ribs take the wheel. I stepped straight in front of him, planting my boots firmly into the stone, and hauled him back against my side with one arm wrapped tight around his waist. My other hand kept a death-grip on the hil
Omega of Two Packs The Serpent's Crown
Zeth’s POVThe taste of sulfur and wet rain still coated my tongue like sour copper. I pushed through the oak doors of the sanctuary, my boots dragging slightly on the cold flagstones as I rolled my neck, feeling the dull ache where the shadow-tendrils had bitten into my throat down in Sector Four.The room was locked in a dead, suffocating quiet.Xander stood near the altar, his broad frame completely rigid, his hand clamped onto a piece of crushed parchment with enough force to turn his knuckles white. Ashton was pressed against his side, pale as bone, his blue mark faint and flickering like a candle in a draft. In the corner, High Priest Alaric was on his knees before a pile of grey ash, his fingers trembling as if he had just touched a corpse. Even the guards standing along the pillars looked like they had forgotten how to draw breath."Alright, what the hell is going on?" I asked, pulling my hood back, letting a dry, careless rasp carry across the quiet room. "I step out to chec
Omega of Two Packs The Wrong Enemy
Xander’s POVMy broadsword cleared the scabbard with a sharp, screaming hiss of steel against oiled leather. The blade caught the dim amber glow of a single remaining altar candle, throwing a jagged silver arc through the freezing air. I didn't hesitate. I didn't shout. I drove my full weight forward, putting every ounce of my Moon Alpha authority into a downward cleave aimed straight at the thing’s thick, root-knotted neck.The blow landed with a deadening thud that vibrated up through my forearms, numbing my palms to the hilt.The bark creature didn't bleed. It didn't flinch. My steel bit half an inch into its wooden shoulder before stopping cold, trapped in dense, petrified oak that felt older than the mountains.Its faceless wooden head turned a slow, hundred and eighty degrees, locking its invisible gaze directly onto me. A thick wave of ancient dust rolled off its hide, tasting of deep earth and forgotten crypts."Xander, wait!" Ashton’s voice cut through the freezing air like
Omega of Two Packs It is back for Akim.
Ashton’s POVMy muscles ached with the lingering cost of pulling my wolf out of its cage and forcing it to stand against the dark. Even after a few hours of rest, I could still feel the power moving beneath my skin, restless and unfamiliar. The attack had awakened something inside me, and Alaric seemed determined to discover exactly what it could do before it decided to reveal itself on its own.By mid-morning, the inner sanctuary was quiet, save for the rhythmic, crackling hum of High Priest Alaric’s mana candles.I stood in the center of the ritual circle, my boots planted firmly on the cold flagstones. Alaric stood a few paces away, his old hands hovering over a small ceramic bowl filled with a dark liquid—a synthesized sample of the corrupted residue we had scraped off the courtyard stones after the shadow-wolves vanished."Again, Consort," Alaric instructed, his voice low and cautious. "Do not force the shape. Just draw the mark."I closed my eyes and breathed in deep. I focused
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