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.
The twilight sky burned with streaks of crimson as the pack grounds buzzed with activity.It was the eve of the Trial of Roar, and the Twilight Pack was hosting a gathering—more somber than celebratory, a blend of tension and tradition. Warriors sharpened blades, younger wolves sparred in the circle pits, and patrols doubled across the western border. Torches lined the compound, flickering against the pine wind. The chandeliers were turned off. Every single thing today, was sacred and natural.Caleb had taken a few of the younger wolves for a late border run. Their paws thundered against the forest floor, fur rippling as they sprinted through the trees, energy crackling with anticipation for the coming trials. Caleb led the charge, his mind barely present, distracted by thoughts of Freya, of the recent unease between him and Torin.As the run ended and the wolves shifted back to their human forms near the southern watchpost, Caleb’s phone buzzed in his fur leather bag. He opened it, b
The morning after Rekk’s arrest dawned gray and quiet, but the mood inside the Twilight Pack was far from peaceful.Whispers drifted like mist through the halls. “The hybrid woman would later rule this pack and turn us to slaves. Her witch power had already taken over the Alpha.” One of the pack members had said.“You are right. I would rather not be part of this pack by then. I would rather die than let an hybrid blood rule over me.”Some pack members left before sunrise—ten wolves, all sworn fighters, their decision marked by silence and averted gazes. They gave no final goodbyes, only stern nods and cold shoulders as they passed the Alpha’s quarters. Some muttered about Freya under their breath. Some didn’t bother hiding their scorn.They were gone by mid-morning.Freya stood on the upper terrace, arms wrapped around herself as she watched the figures vanish into the woods. Her heart clenched. This was all because of her. Were these happening cos of the course too? Her heart felt h
Freya had meant to do this ever since Torin first announced to the pack that she was his chosen mate. Between preparing for the Trial of Roars and navigating the shifting undercurrents of distrust in the packhouse, time had slipped past her. But this morning, she woke up determined.The memory of Kiera’s kindness during her darkest days as a slave in Twilight Pack still lived vivid in her heart. While the others had looked at her with contempt or disgust, Kiera had dared to offer her support, to whisper kindness in the cold hallways when no one else did. That kind of loyalty deserved more than memory, it deserved elevation.The air in the omega quarters was heavy with silence when Freya stepped into the area. Her eyes were searching, tryinh to remember Kiera’s room. Her presence drew every head, but what stunned her most was not the glances—it was the sudden drop of heads. Lenora, the smug older blonde who used to scoff at her rags, bowed. Merilyn, who once spilled cleaning water on h