MasukDamian P.o.v:
"Hey, man, wake up! We are going to be late!"
"Mike, get out! I'll be ready in twenty," I exclaim.
You'd think a twenty-five-year-old would have the freedom to sleep-in. That's not the case when you're the Alpha of a wolf pack.
I get out of bed, do my morning routine, then I go downstairs. Antonella, my sister, walks up to me with the biggest smile.
"Good morning, big bro," she greets. "Don't forget you promised to take me to school today."
I groan. Everyone is after me today.
"C'mon then. Let's go," I say.
"Yay!" Nella squeals. I wince. Dear God, no, please.
Nella happily beelines to my car and gets in. I follow suit to the driver's seat. I take her to US University, twenty minutes away from the pack-house. We enter the gated campus and drive to the main building where I'll be dropping her off. As a former alumnus, I know my way around.
Walking in the hall, I feel something soft hit me. I look down and see the most beautiful girl is about to fall, I catch her before she goes down. When she opens her eyes and sees me, I realize she's my mate.
"Ace, we found our mate," I told my wolf.
"Ugh," I cleared my throat.
As I'm looking at her, I feel our surroundings come to a pause.
"Oh, um, hi. Would you be able to point me towards the registration desk?" she asks.
"Of course, my sister comes to this school. I can take you there. Let's go," I say.
"Here we are, cutie pie."
She blushes. Damn, she's cute.
"Thank you..."
"Damian Gray. Nice to meet you," I extended his hand to me."You are?".
"Jessica Jones, nice to meet you," she replied.
"I will see you later, cutie," I said.
"Damian, she is cute. I can believe our mate is that beautiful" Ace daydreams.
"Me neither, Ace. Me neither"
I went straight home after dropping off Nella.
"Alpha, we have a problem. There are rouges at the border"
"Where?"
"Near the north border"
I shift into my wolf form. I run towards the location I'm told.
~*~*~*~
"What are you doing here, rogue?" I ask with a sneer.
"I came here to warn you," the boy says.
"Warn me?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Yes, the Alpha of the Half Moon pack is starting a war," he says.
"What do you mean with war?" I ask.
"I was walking around his border and I heard one of his guards saying that their alpha is planning a war and every pack who doesn't join them will die," he says, point-blank.
"Why shouldn't I believe anything you say?"
"Because your life - and the lives of your pack - depend on it," he says. "Find a way to survive or defeat them, once and for all, before it goes to down in human history as the biggest mass murder."
"I don't trust him," says Ace
"Me neither, Ace. The way he is saying it seems like he has no intention of lying to us."
"When did you pass the bother?" I ask him.
"Last night. I came here as soon as I could," he says. "I wanted to warn you guys because you are closer."
"Who else knows about this?" I ask.
"Some of my rogue friends, vampires, and some witches," he replies.
"Ace, weren't the witches banished last year?" I ask.
"Not all of them," Ace says
"Come with me. This isn't a good place to discuss this situation," I say out loud. "Who else is with you?"
"All the people who know about the war," he says.
"How many are there?" I ask.
"We are 30 in total," he replies.
"Every kid needs to go inside now, don't let any kid outside," I mind link my pack. "I want a group of 40 warriors with me now, All the high ranked warriors will guard the borders. No one can be out of their house until I say so! UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes, Alpha," the whole pack answers.
"Tell them all to follow me to the meeting room," I say. "If anyone, I mean anyone, does something that I don't like, he or she will be locked in the dungeons. Deal?"
"Deal," he said., "My name is Austin Montes. I was the head of warriors of the Brown Wolf Pack."
"Weren't they killed?" I ask.
"No, some of us escaped," he says.
~*~*~*~
"Hey, man," Mike greets me. "Antonella just called me to ask if we want to go to the frat house party."
"Let me guess. You said yes," I say.
"That's a lucky guess because it's affirmative," he grins.
"You do know that we have a group of rogues, vampires, and witches in the pack right? We're also too old for this," I counter-argue.
"Yeah, I know. We could use a break," Mike says. "Also, you could use this opportunity to see your mate."
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
"Did you forget that my mate, your sister, goes to that same uni?" he asks. "She told me that in the morning you were showing a new girl to the office. She also told me about how you were watching the new chic, that's how she knows she is your mate."
"Why can't she keep her mouth shut?" I roll my eyes.
"Because she is my mate and we don't hide anything for each other."
~*~*~*~
"Damian!" Antonella yells my name.
"What?" I yell back.
"Are you done?" she asks.
"Yes, let's go," I say.
"Can I drive?" Nella asks. "Pretty please?"
"Fine," I sigh. "Please don't scratch my baby."
We arrived at the Jones mansion. Wait, she is one of the Jones? This can't be true. That would mean she is one of the most powerful Hybrids ever. Does she know that? But this morning, she didn't smell like a wolf. I thought she was human.
"Ace, our mate is powerful. She is a royal," I say.
"I think that's why the half-moon pack wants to start a war," he said. "The Royals are back."
"Mike, she is a royal," I mind-link him.
"Is that why the Half-Moon Pack wants to start a war?" he mind-links back.
"Ace and I think so," I reply.
Years Later – 3rd POV, then MiaThe forest had changed.Children ran across the same cliffs where shadows once poured like smoke, their laughter chasing away memories of screams. Wolves shifted freely in the open, silver and gold and midnight, no longer hiding from a world that now understood they were part of the balance, not enemies of it.The pack house had grown, too—new wings added, training grounds expanded, wards woven into the stones from the day they were laid.At the edge of the pack lands stood a small tower.Not a throne room.An observatory.From there, the Hybrids did what they’d promised: not rule, but watch. Not command, but guide. The council chambers lay beneath it, carved into rock that hummed gently with resonance, lit by lanterns that never went out as long as someone still believed the world was worth saving.On this particular night, the tower was quieter than usual.Most of the Hybrids were away—s
3rd POV – The Reflection RealmThere was no up or down.Only surfaces.They emerged not onto ground but onto a plane of liquid glass, every step sending ripples of color across a world made of fractured light. Above them, an endless sky shimmered with ghost images: battles that never happened, conversations that were almost spoken, and lives that were almost lived.Damian staggered as his boot sank ankle-deep into the reflective floor before solidifying again. “This place is wrong.”“It’s consistent with its nature,” Eryx replied, his voice echoing oddly, as if someone else said every word half a second later. “Reflections don’t choose. They show what could have been and what never was.”Mia lifted her hand.The resonance answered, but faintly, like trying to talk through thick glass. Her connection to the bridge world felt muffled and distant. For the first time since she’d
Mia’s POVComing back hurt more than leaving.My first breath in the bridge realm tasted like ozone and rain. The rebuilt Throne Room greeted us with open arches and shifting skies, the veins of pink and silver underfoot beating in a steady, patient rhythm.We collapsed in a heap on the bridge, tangled in limbs and magic.Sybil reached us first, her cloak trailing sparks as she rushed forward. Her hands hovered over my face, checking, measuring, and whispering spells under her breath.“Mia? ” Her voice trembled. “Are you—”“I’m here,” I croaked.Damian’s arm was still around me, solid and warm. Nyx lay flat on her back nearby, laughing weakly at the ceiling. Kael propped himself on his sword like it was the only thing keeping him upright.Sybil exhaled, shoulders slumping in relief. “You reckless children.”“You love us,” Nyx said.“Unfortunately,” Sybil muttered, but her eyes were wet.The resonance hummed
Damian’s POVI’d never felt so useless in my life.I could fight monsters made of shadow, kings made of rage, and gods made of lightning.But how was I supposed to punch possibility?Mia stood at the edge of the glass causeway, the child in front of her, a universe of unchosen futures swirling overhead like a storm made of stories. Every instinct I had screamed to pull her back, to drag us all out of this realm and slam the door shut behind us.We can’t, Ace, my wolf murmured. If we leave it, it follows.The realm trembled again. Spiderweb cracks began to spread through the distance, thin and glittering. Each time one formed, a flicker of something leaked through—an army that never marched, a city that never burned, a version of Nyx dying alone on a battlefield we’d never seen.“Sybil? ” I called into the tether, feeling my words vibrate through the bond like sound through stone. “How long until this place spills over? ”Her vo
Mia’s POVThe bridge of light hummed beneath my bare feet.It wasn’t a floor, not really—more like a path made of memory, threads of pink and silver weaving under us as if the resonance itself was deciding whether we were allowed to stand here.Damian’s hand was warm in mine, his presence a steady anchor in the endless not-quite-sky of the Throne Room. The walls that once caged the old power now curved outward into open arches, each one looking onto a different realm, a different sky.We had turned a prison into a crossroads.But the crack was still there.A thin, jagged line just off to the side of the rebuilt bridge, hardly wider than my thumb. If you weren’t looking for it, you would miss it. If you were… it was all you could see.It shimmered like a hairline fracture in glass.That’s where the whisper came from.The throne is never empty…It slid across my skin
When the storm of gold faded, a hush settled across the resonance. No screams. No fire. Just breathing.Mia stood at the heart of what had once been the Throne Room. The floor beneath her feet was smooth as glass, lit by veins of pink and silver that pulsed with every heartbeat she and Damian shared. The air smelled like rain after lightning—sharp, clean, alive.Damian leaned on his sword, chest heaving. “Is it over?”Mia looked up. The sky above them had no horizon—just endless light shifting through shades of rose and ivory. “No. The King’s shadow is gone, but the world isn’t balanced yet. The cracks between realms are still open.”“So we seal them.”She smiled faintly. “It’s not that simple. The resonance has memory. It remembers every life it touched—every death, every promise broken. It won’t close until it’s certain those stories are finished.”He stepped beside her. “Then we give it an ending.”For a long moment,







