He found him. Caleb was leaning against a stone pillar beside his quarters, arms folded. When he saw Torin approach, he straightened.His eyes squinted as he watched him get closer.“You look like someone who just got exorcised,” Caleb said dryly. “Or laid hard. Either way, you need a bath.”Torin’s face remains expressionless “l’m not here to play.”Caleb tilted his head slightly. “So, what brings you here, Alpha?”“I need to ask you something, and I want the truth,” Torin said. His voice was calm but loaded. “Do you have any plans to take Freya from me?”Caleb was quiet at first, then he shook his head. “No. I don’t.”“Then why the hell was she in your bed?”Caleb opened his mouth, but paused. Kaelin’s words echoed in his mind. The threat. The secret she knew. If he spoke now, she’d expose him.Torin’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t keep anything from me, Caleb.”Finally, Caleb exhaled slowly. “Alright. I’ll tell you the truth. All of it.”Torin corossed his arms now, his expression pointing
“I believe he will come around, Freya. The Alpha just needs some time. He loves you way too much for his own good for you to think he would get rid of you just like that.” Kiera, who had now become Freya’s consistent confidant said, brushing her fingers through Freya’s hair.“He…he wouldn’t talk to me. I…I don’t know what to think. Caleb said he didn’t know I got in his room but how am I to be sure of that? I did think I could trust him but who or what could have possibly lured me to his chambers? It’s crazy to think about it.”For a moment, all Kiera could offer was her silence, then… “My sister would say, your instincts are your most loyal friend. If you want answers, listen to them with restful mind, and you shall gain clarity.”That seemed to pique Freya’s attention. “Freya, do your instincts tell you it’s Beta Caleb who did it?”Freya thought about it. Really thought about it, then turned to look at Kiera, and shook her head. “No. I don’t think it’s him. He looked…disturbed hims
After the roars of the crowd had quieted and the trial ground had emptied, a heavy silence descended across the central square of the Twilight Pack. The earth still bore the scars of the combat, and the very air pulsed with remnants of ancestral magic. While the others dispersed to their corners of the compound, Alpha Torin was summoned into the council hall by the remaining elder wolves—those too old to fight, but wise enough to shape the future.Inside the dimly lit hall lined with ancient symbols drawn on wooden beams that had seen more generations than any of them could count, Torin stood tall, but the strain behind his eyes was unmistakable. One of the elders, a grey-bearded man named Fenric, stepped forward and cleared his throat.“You seem unstable, Alpha,” he said frankly. “That was no ordinary combat rage. We most commend your efforts but your energy was off balance. You stumbled in the run. You hesitated during the trance. And even your fury seemed to have been clouding your
Torin’s mind spiraled into the constructed illusion. Then the beast changed to human.Now, Torin was standing barefoot on gravel, the scent of pine and rain in the air. A boy’s laughter echoed through the clearing. “Tyler,” he muttered, recognizing the voice.The younger version of Torin ran beside his brother through the woods, mud on their legs, joy in their eyes. It was a memory that was pure and untouched.But then it shifted again.The woods grew darker and colder, and the laughters died.Tyler was suddenly dragged from view, screaming not to be taken away. Torin chased after him but the scene fractured like glass. Blood soaked the earth. A hunter stood over a dying version of him. “Ty…Tyler? Tyler!” Torin screamed. Tyler’s throat was torn open. The hunter beside him raised a blade up, ready to end it. Ready to kill Tyler and end his agonizing pain. “Poor Torin, now what do you do without your brother?” It was Freya’s voice. She was dressed a all black fitted leather fits, her d
It was finally the day they had all been waiting for. This was no ordinary contest.The skies above the sacred grounds were gray, thick with hanging clouds that mirrored the storm inside every heart present.It was The Trial of Roars—a legendary test passed down through blood and myth. Strength alone would not win it. Cunning, balance, legacy, and the favor of the ancestral spirits all played their part.Torches lined the circular arena carved from ancient stone. Tribal drums pounded in a solemn rhythm as the surviving members of the pack gathered, watching in anxious silence.This was the day their future would be decided. If Torin would be made their Alpha or another would be chosen for them.Torin stood shirtless at the center of the gathering field, his aura more volatile than ever before. His breath was controlled, but his rage seeped through his every motion. He hadn’t spoken to Freya since their exchange earlier that morning. She stood a little far behind him now. She couldn’t
How did the world change so fast?All Freya could see was darkness. She stood barefoot in a surreal meadow blooming with silver-colored flowers. A cool breeze swept her hair as a thick mist parted before her.And there she was.The old woman with silver-threaded braids and a hunched back stood beneath a dying willow tree.“Seraphine,” Freya whispered, stumbling forward. But the last and only time she saw this woman, she had no hunchback. “Where have you been? I’ve been losing my mind trying to understand everything!”She didn’t wait for an answer as she asked the next question straight ahead.“Who’s Seraneth, and why do we have to seek her forgiveness? Is she alive or is she a ghost?” her voice rose. “Who are the trio twins I keep hearing about? Why must they unite? What does that mean for the supernatural world? And now that I and Torin have mated…what’s next?”Seraphine raised her aging eyes. Her expression was grave, as if every word Freya had spoken was both inevitable and tragic.