LOGINThe grey-haired elder bowed his head even lower, his hands trembling with remorse. "We are especially sorry for making you suffer for so long under a fake prophecy, Alpha Elara. We forced you to hide, and we made you believe your beautiful white hair was something you should be ashamed of, when it was the very mark of your royal lineage."Elara looked at the elders, her expression calm but carrying the full weight of her authority. "The past cannot be undone," she said, her voice steady and clear. "You were blinded by a tyrant's magic, but the fog has cleared. Silvermoon will no longer live in the shadows of shame or false words."Selena stepped forward, her robes rustling as she raised her hands in a quiet blessing. "The Moon Goddess judges the heart, not the illusions cast by evil men. Your repentance is noted, and the spirits of Silvermoon’s ancestors finally rest easy knowing their true bloodline has reclaimed this ground."A heavy silence settled over the room as the final me
Zara stepped up to the bassinet, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. She looked down at the newborn, a slow, mocking smile spreading across her face before she reached in and scooped the sleeping alpha pup into her arms.Pinned hard against the wall, Dorian and Willow thrashed against the crushing weight of the shadow's magic that kept them frozen to the wall..."Put him down!" Dorian roared, his wolf clawing furiously beneath his skin, trying to break the barrier. "Touch him and I will tear you limb from limb, Zara! Put the baby down!""Leave him alone, you psychotic bitch!" Willow screamed, spitting a barrage of curses as she tried to force her magic to ignite. "Don't you dare touch him! If you hurt him, Riven will hunt you to the ends of the earth!"Zara completely ignored their threats, adjusting the infant in her arms with sickening ease. She turned slowly to face the struggling wolves, her eyes gleaming with absolute malice as she took in their desperate,
"What do you mean?" Riven’s voice dropped, a hard, dangerous edge cutting through his tone. He stepped closer to the Priestess, his aura flaring slightly with the demanding weight of an Alpha. "Selena, if there is a threat coming for my mate and my son, I need a name. Elaborate. Who are we dealing with?"Selena met his gaze steadily, though her hands trembled slightly beneath her robes. "I cannot, Riven. Not yet. Giving a name to an ancient shadow gives it power, and right now, I have only suspicions based on old lore. If I am wrong, I cause unnecessary panic. If I am right... I need time to consult the sacred texts to be absolutely certain how to fight it."Riven looked ready to argue, his jaw tight with frustration, but Elara gently placed a hand on his chest, her touch instantly soothing his rising temper. He took a heavy breath, forcing his posture to relax, though his eyes remained guarded."Fine," Riven growled softly. "But the moment you know something concrete, you tell us
Selena stared down at Morgana, her expression remaining entirely unmoved by the tears."I am not letting you out of this cell today, Morgana," Selena said, her voice calm but completely final. "But I will make you a promise. If we verify your story, and if the details about Zara’s benefactor check out, I will come back for you. Until then, you will stay right here where I can have my eyes on you."With that, Selena turned on her heel and began to walk out of the dungeon, Riven and Elara following close behind her."Selena, no! Please!" Morgana screamed, grabbing the silver bars in her desperation, entirely ignoring the sharp sting of the metal against her skin. "I'm telling the truth! I swear to you, I'm telling the truth! You can't leave me here! I can't live without my magic much longer! It's killing me, Selena!"Her raw, panicked cries bounced off the damp stone walls, but Selena didn't look back.From a few cells down, a harsh, mocking laugh cut through Morgana's sobbing."
Elara was running through a thick, endless fog. The air was freezing, sticking to her skin like ice. She couldn't see her hands in front of her face, but she could hear a low, scraping sound of heavy chains dragging against stone.Suddenly, the fog parted. Standing before her was a towering, shadowy figure. It had no face, only two hollow points of cold, empty darkness where eyes should have been.This was definitely not how the moon goddess appeared to her... this was different... this was evil... pure evil...An icy wind whipped through the dream as the being stepped closer. The air in her lungs turned to frost. When it spoke, the voice didn't come from a mouth; it echoed directly inside her mind, heavy, grating, and freezing cold.“You think you have won, little wolf,” the voice whispered, sending a shiver of pure terror straight to her core. “You think your fragile peace will last. But what is mine will be taken. The board is set, and the pieces are already moving.”The shado
Lucan stared at her, his jaw trembling as her words sunk in. The anger in his eyes was slowly being replaced by a deep, frantic confusion. "How?" he whispered, his voice shaking. "How do you fake a mate bond, Zara? It’s a spiritual connection! It’s the Goddess’s will! You can’t just... fake that!"Zara let out a sharp, mocking laugh, leaning closer to the bars to look down at his miserable face."Oh, Lucan, you really are a hopeless romantic, aren't you?" she taunted, her voice dripping with venom. "It's hilarious that you think the Goddess has anything to do with what's happening now. The truth is, the person by my side only needed you for a very brief moment. You were just a temporary distraction, a pawn to move a few pieces around the board."She paused, watching him process the harsh reality of how completely insignificant he truly was."And now?" Zara smiled cruelly, taking a slow step backward into the center of the dark hallway. "They are completely done with you. You’ve o
Elara looked from above, on the throne, down to the bowing heads of the people and focused on looking around the large space, trying not to gape at how devastatingly beautiful the Blood court was. The second pack Alpha Riven ruled was beautiful!!! She had thought it was just a small community of o
The entrance to the Blood Court loomed ahead...a massive stone arch carved into the mountain itself, guarded by two armored wolves who stood straighter the moment they caught sight of Riven.They didn’t speak, but the deep bow that they gave was enough words for Elara.Then, they just stepped aside
Elara’s life had become a complete shitshow! And yet, he wasnt frightened... not of the madness that had become her life, or of the fact that she would be walking on her own two feet into a den of traitors and power-hungry liars. No, what unsettled her was something much worse.The role Riven had a
Despite her attempt to keep her breathing steady, Elara gasped for air as she ran beside Riven.She should have known his smile was not a friendly one. As Elara tried not to die as they ran through the cold mountains, she watched Riven who was very obviously slowing himself down so he could keep u







