Mag-log inSeptember 10, 2026. One Chapter only. The next update is tomorrow.
~ Elara ~*Frostfang Keep*“Why?” “Moon Goddess, I beg you to answer me!”Elara chased after her brother.When she saw him kneeling in the snow, questioning the skies, she cried. She immediately threw herself at Cedric, embracing him from behind.It wasn’t like Cedric to be emotional, but who could blame him? Not after learning that the families slaughtered in Embre were their ancestors.“Elara,” he called. “Why did you keep this from me?”She cried harder, embracing her brother tighter. “I did not know how to tell you.”“At first, I thought I’d prove it to you with all the changes I intended to make,” she said, sniffing. “Then, I’d tell you.”“And about our mother’s lineage, it wasn’t clear to me then,” Elara explained. “I only suspected that I was a Fireblood. It wasn’t until I met Celia and the Moonborn that I had clarity.”Finally, Cedric turned to her. He embraced her again and caressed her head. “Elara, I should have known. I should have known something was amiss the moment you
~ Kael ~*Frostfang, Northern Border*“Your prisoner escaped, and you have come all this way to make him my problem? How thoughtful of you, Commander,” Kael said, scoffing. “By all means, search the Whispering Forest. Search every tree, every cave, and every bush. Just don't expect me to hold your hand while you do it.”“Why you… I was merely asking if you have come across our prisoner!” the commander snapped. “You didn’t have to be so condescending about it.”“Condescending?” Kael raised a brow. “I was merely pointing out the obvious. Your prisoner is missing, Commander. Surely finding him is your responsibility?”He motioned to the Whispering Forest. “Go ahead and search for your prisoner!”Seeing the Northhaven warriors step back, he smirked. “Even your strongest warriors fear those trees. Imagine what a lowly prisoner must feel.”“No one from Northhaven has crossed our borders. Every warrior in my territory knows that any Northhavener foolish enough to trespass is to be killed on s
~ Elara ~*Frostfang*“Good sir, you may be troubled with thoughts of your family… your wife, perhaps, or your children. I understand if that is why you wish to return to Northhaven, but you are not yet well enough to travel. I daresay you would not make it a mile from here before falling to your knees. Rest and regain your strength first. Once you are well, you may leave.”After Elara informed Isolde of the man's intentions, she insisted that he at least remain until he was well enough to travel.The man stared at Isolde intently before looking down at his legs.They were still shaking. Elara could even see it from across the room.He gulped and said, “Okay.”He bowed before Isolde. “Thank you, My Lady.”The stranger also turned to Elara. “Thank you, My Lady.”“Ruth, Gwen, let’s help clean his bed so he can return to resting,” Isolde called to the maids in charge of the house.Moments later, Elara and Isolde left the house, but they still did not get the stranger’s name. They were at
~ Elara ~*Frostfang*“Hello,” Elara said. “My name is Elara. My husband and I saved you in the Whispering Forest.”It was the first time Elara had seen the man's eyes clearly. They were a pale shade of green, but what struck her most was the pain reflected in them. There was so much sorrow and disbelief in his gaze, as though he still could not fathom that he was alive or… free.He swallowed hard, drawing in one shaky breath after another. His cracked lips trembled, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears.His body remained terribly weak. He was painfully thin, his long silver hair hanging loosely around his gaunt face. He looked like a man who had endured far more suffering than anyone should ever have to bear.The man appeared to be in his late fifties, though Elara could not be certain. His frail condition might have made him seem older than he truly was. Besides, she had heard that pure-blooded Northhaveners were known for their silver hair, a distinctive trait of their bloodline
~ Elara ~*Frostfang Keep*“Mmmm. So delicious,” Elara muttered before taking another bite of the deer's leg, which Ilias had hunted down for a late breakfast. “So well seasoned.”Everyone was staring at her. Ilias could not help but ask, “Will Elara be eating for five people now that she is with pups?”“It runs in our bloodline. Carrying little ones does that to us,” Celia said with a chuckle. “Aveline also had quite an appetite when she was carrying both Elara and Cedric.”“You mean Evelyn?” Isolde asked, making Elara and Celia fall silent for a moment.They still had not told Isolde. They had decided to tell her when Cedric arrived. That way, Elara would not have to repeat the story.“Yes, Evelyn,” Celia said with a forced smile. “Aveline is a nickname I gave her.”“But don't get me wrong,” Isolde chuckled. “I do not doubt that you are relatives of Evelyn. Your eyes are a dead giveaway.”“But yes, I do remember Evelyn ate quite a lot when she was carrying Elara,” Isolde added before
*Frostfang Keep*~ Kael ~The scent of Elara’s arousal hit Kael like an intoxicating wave, tearing straight through him. Every breath of her sweet, rain-and-jasmine heat flooded his senses, sending a fierce, primal surge through his blood that drove his wolf completely mad.His shaft pulsed violently into her core, swelling thicker and heavier. Wrapped around his waist, her legs trembled uncontrollably with every heavy thrust, her inner walls clutching his length in sweet, desperate pulses.The sight of her beneath him, eyes wide, cheeks flushed crimson, and completely unraveled by his touch, only fueled his desire as he drove into her, locking their bodies in a relentless, feverish beat.Through their soul-bond as true mates, the connection ran far deeper than just physical touch. As he pounded into her, their minds and spirits melded together, allowing him to experience her pleasure right alongside his own.He didn't just see her ecstasy; he felt her heart racing through his own vei







