Austin P.o.v:
It's been 10 years since I last saw my little sister. Questions constantly invade my thoughts.. Where is she? Is she alive? Does she remember me? Does she think about her family?
"Alpha, I think we crossed a border," says my beta.
"Ok, let's slow down so it won't look like we are attacking," I said. "When the warriors reach us, don't attack."
"Yes, sir," everyone replies.
When we arrive closer to the pack-house on this territory, not only are we met by their warriors but by their Alpha Damien Gray. The person I was hoping to talk to.
"What are you doing here, rogue?" The Alpha sneers.
"I came here to warn you," I replied.
"Warn me?" He asks. "What for?"
"The Alpha of the Half Moon pack is starting a war," I state.
"What do you mean with war?" Damien asks.
"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," I say, point-blank.
I don't care if I'm killed for trespassing multiple territories. The situation needs to die before it begins.
"Why shouldn't I believe anything you say?"
"Because your life - and the lives of your pack - depend on it," I reply. "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."
When did you pass the bother?" Damien asks me.
"Last night. I came here as soon as I could. I wanted to warn you guys because you are closer."
"Who else knows about this?" Damien keeps throwing questions at me.
"Some of my rogue friends, vampires, a group of witches," I reveal.
He looks at me weirdly. He stays silent for a moment. I presume he was talking to someone in his pack or his wolf.
"Come with me. This isn't a good place to discuss this situation," he finally says. "Who else is with you?"
"All the people who know about the war."
"How many are there?" He asks.
"We are 30 in total," I reply. I look behind me. Several yards away - in the shadows - my people await.
"Tell them all to follow me to the meeting room," he orders. "If anyone, I mean anyone, does something that I don't like, he or she will be locked in the dungeons. Deal?"
I think about what that would mean to my pack. It's better than being kicked to the curb, I suppose.
"Deal," I comply. "My name is Austin Montes. I was the head of warriors of the Brown Wolf Pack."
"Weren't they killed?" Damien asks.
"No, some of us escaped," I confirm the opposite.
Damien nods and motions me to follow him. I turn around and whistle. That was their cue to follow.
'If you guys don't want to die don't do something that will kill you" I mind-link my pack
The closer we get to the pack house, the bigger the feeling that something big is going to happen tomorrow.
When we got to the pack house there was a familiar scent but I don't know whose it is.
My beta, pack warrior, and I follow Alpha Damian to the meeting room.
The events that happened throughout the next few days were overwhelming. The familiar scent in the pack-house turned out to be my sister. The sister I had lost at a young age. The one I was beginning to think was dead. The DNA test Damian ordered proved she was.
I told Mia what I was told about her disappearance. I wanted her to get to know me. I sensed Damian was her mate. He was protective of her. He didn't show it but it was lingering there. He followed her with his eyes everywhere she went. She doesn't know. She doesn't even know she's a werewolf.
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Mia POV:
After one hour mom came back inside, I couldn't read her face. She seemed mad. Or perhaps she was sad.
"Honey, can we talk?"
"Of course, mom," I accept.
I do want to talk to her. I feel like I'm at a loss.
"I'm going to tell you everything, okay?" she says.
"But--" I am interrupted.
"I know you have questions; they can wait 'till when I'm done."
The ways she talks scares me.
"It all began 24 years ago on New Year's Eve. There was a King looking for it's Queen. When he found her, she was in a relationship with one of the King's friends. The King didn't know that his Queen was in a relationship, so he asked her to marry him. She said yes. When the King's friend found out that the love of life was marrying his best friend and then that she had become pregnant, all he wanted was revenge. So, he kidnapped the queen and beat her until she passed out. He wanted her to abort the baby but she told him no. He didn't like that answer. He planned to get rid of it. The King arrived in time to save his Queen. The queen had a baby girl, but she knew that they were not safe so she hired a witch to protect her family. It was too late. Her ex-boyfriend had already escaped from prison. The Queen asked the witch to protect her little girl until she is big and strong enough to save herself. Unfortunately, the Queen and the King died trying to protect their kingdom. Half of their Kingdom died with them," Mom tells me the story. "Therefore, I am hoping that you understand I'm trying to keep you safe. I need your brother to understand that too. "Okay," I nod. "Thank you."
She smiles and caresses the side of my face. "You're welcome, honey. Get some sleep okay?"
They fell into darkness.The air tore at their lungs, thick and heavy, smelling of iron and old stone. The echo of their own screams trailed behind them, twisting into voices that were not theirs. Dust and shards tumbled past them in slow motion, suspended by some cruel gravity, and then everything slammed to a stop.Mia hit the ground hard, rolling instinctively to absorb the impact. Pain shot through her legs, but adrenaline carried her forward. Around her, the others were sprawled, coughing, groaning, and already gathering themselves. Damian helped Lysandra upright, checking her for injuries, while Kael’s eyes darted in every direction, blade drawn. Eryx groaned, trying to gather his sigil stones from the rubble. The Seer was already rising, staff in hand, eyes scanning the darkness.The chamber they landed in was unlike any they had seen. Black stone stretched upward, seemingly endless, pulsing faintly with violet light that ran through veins carved deep into the walls. Shadows mo
The chamber convulsed.The floor cracked like brittle glass, jagged lines racing out from the mirror-pool as if the stone itself rejected what had just been unleashed. White light still bled from Mia’s pendant, clashing with the black fire of her reflection’s crown, and the air between them warped—sound bending, vision trembling, and the boundary between what was real and what was reflection shattering by the heartbeat.Damian staggered but didn’t yield, raising his shield again even though it was already fractured. His double pressed harder, relentlessly, its blade shrieking against the metal as sparks rained. Blood ran down Damian’s forearm from a deep cut, soaking his sleeve, but he gritted his teeth and shoved forward, answering steel with steel.“Mia!” he roared, his voice hoarse with strain. “Don’t let her pull you under!”But his warning was nearly lost beneath the chaos.Lysandra’s firestorm whirled wild, torn between her will and her reflection’s. Her double laughed in the fl
The first clash came like the crack of thunder. Damian’s echo surged forward, steel drawn in a mirror’s shimmer, the blade gleaming with an otherworldly luster. It was his stance, his precision—yet warped. The reflection’s strikes carried a crueler, sharper rhythm, as if every flaw Damian had ever corrected in himself had been honed into a merciless advantage.Damian parried, sparks igniting as steel kissed steel. “Stand firm!” he barked, though his own breath came heavy, the weight of recognition burning behind his eyes. He was not simply fighting a foe—he was fighting the embodiment of every shadow of doubt he had buried beneath his vows.Lysandra’s echo erupted in a storm of flame, searing across the chamber. Her reflection’s fire wasn’t golden-red like hers—it burned a sickly, violet hue, twisting as though hungry to consume rather than protect. The real Lysandra raised her hands, meeting it with her own flare. Heat clashed against heat, the air shuddering under the pressure. For
The gash in the floor yawned wider with a groan, exhaling a wind that reeked of iron and ancient stone. The scent carried a bitter tang, like blood left too long on a blade. Below, a staircase spiraled into the abyss, its steps glowing faintly as though veins of light were stitched through the rock itself. It didn’t look carved so much as grown, a structure birthed from something living, now petrified into form.No one moved.Mia stared down into the darkness, her heartbeat quickening until it matched the unnatural rhythm pulsing from below. Each step seemed to hum like the throb of a buried heart. Her throat went dry. The pendant at her chest responded with an answering pulse, as if recognizing the place—long before she consciously did.Lysandra’s firelight wavered in her hands. “We shouldn’t go down there,” she whispered, her usual confidence fraying at the edges. The flames sputtered with her nerves, their reflections jumping across the black stone walls like frantic shadows. “What
The ruins breathed around them.Walls half-swallowed by roots leaned in close, as if the forest itself wanted to reclaim them. Symbols etched into cracked stone glowed faintly as the group passed, their light dimming and flaring in response to Mia’s pendant. Each step felt heavier, like they were not merely walking through stone halls but sinking into memory itself.“Don’t stray,” the Seer warned, her voice echoing unnaturally. “These passages are older than the pact. They were built to confuse intruders, to strip them of self.”The mist had followed them inside, pressing at their ankles, slithering up the walls like smoke that refused to dissipate. Every now and then, Mia thought she heard voices within it—half-familiar tones that tugged at her bones.Damian kept his shield raised, his other hand brushing her arm every few steps, grounding her. Kael prowled ahead like a predator, every muscle taut, blade ready. Lysandra’s fire lit their way, though the flame sputtered often, as if sm
The night stretched on, heavy with the weight of promises unspoken. No one slept, though they tried. The fire had burned down to glowing embers, but every flicker seemed to carry the echo of Mia’s words—Let her come.Damian sat apart from the others, sharpening his blade though it needed no honing. His eyes never left Mia, who leaned against a moss-slick boulder, her pendant dim now but still pulsing with the faint rhythm of a heartbeat not her own.“Every time it glows,” Lysandra whispered, crouched near the ashes, “I feel the queen’s shadow pushing against me. Like smoke seeping into cracks.”Kael grunted, his hand resting near the hilt of his sword. “You think you feel it? She’s inside her. If Mia falls, we all fall.”Mia’s eyes snapped open at that, the firelight catching in her irises. “Then I won’t fall.” Her voice carried a steel that silenced them. “But I need more than will. I need truth. No more fragments, no more riddles. If the queen’s end was rewritten, then someone alive