INICIAR SESIÓNThe forest wind hissed through twisted branches, and even with the filtered morning sunlight, the air felt heavy. Lyra pulled River’s cloak tighter around her. The fabric still carried his scent, earth, wood, and faintly, blood. In no man’s land, someone always seemed to be dying.The walk had been silent. For hours she followed him, deciding it was the best option. But as the forest thickened and the growls of renegades grew more frequent, her trust began to falter. Wouldn’t it be safer to slip into human lands? They would never find her there. Kael would never know… would he? That had to be better than being torn apart on the path to a lost pack.“You really think it’s safe to head for a place cursed by the Elders?” Her voice was steady, though it trembled at the end. “The stories about the Blood Moon Alpha are anything but comforting. They say he’s a beast, a monster who feeds on other wolves. And the thought that I might actually be following him doesn’t make me feel safe at all…”
But he didn’t reply. His attention snapped toward the cave entrance, his senses sharpening. A low, steady rumble vibrated through the stones, like distant thunder, but too even, too mechanical. River stiffened, every nerve on edge.“Stay here,” he ordered.“Wait... what? River!”But he was already running toward the mouth of the cave, his black hair the last thing she saw before she scrambled after him, confused by his sudden alertness.When she finally reached the entrance, gasping, her aching body protesting, she stumbled upon a scene almost absurd.River stood in the clearing, chest heaving, eyes locked on the sky, growls spilling from his throat as he turned in circles, ready to tear apart an invisible enemy. But there were no wolves. No renegades. Only the gray-blue sky, and a commercial plane cutting through the clouds, its heavy drone vibrating the air, flying a little lower than usual.“What the…?” Lyra blinked in disbelief. “An airplane?”River didn’t move. His eyes clung to t
The silence between them was as thick as the fog rising from the depths of the cave. Lyra sat wrapped in the cloak he had given her, eyes fixed on the dying embers of the fire. River moved quietly, precise, disciplined. He adjusted his worn, torn pants, barely holding together, gathered the remaining fruit in a dark cloth, and smothered the fire with cold dirt until no trace was left. It was as if he were preparing to disappear from the world, and take her with him.When he was done, he turned to her. “It’s time. We need to leave.”Lyra lifted her gaze slowly. Her face still carried distrust, and exhaustion weighed on her bones. “I’m not going with you,” she said firmly, though her voice was hoarse. “I don’t even know you.”River stepped closer, his eyes like ice shattering beneath the gray dawn filtering through the cave’s entrance. “If you want to live, you’ll have to stay with me.”“I didn’t ask for help.” “But you needed it.”Lyra didn’t answer. Her eyes narrowed as if she want
The only sound was the heavy silence, broken by the hot, monstrous breathing of that creature. He turned. His blood-red eyes flashed with pure fury, still full of the hate and disgust that had consumed every bone of the renegades who had dared touch what did not belong to them.There she was.Thrown across the cold cave stones, her small body trembling, bruised, filthy, stained with blood. Completely naked, pale skin marked with scratches, bruises and cuts, hair plastered to her face, smothered in mud and blood. What made him angrier than anything was the smell, the smell of many males on her.The smell of what they had done.A low growl escaped his throat as he stepped closer. With every step his instinct demanded blood, but there was no living thing left there to take his fury. Only pain, emptiness and shame remained.He shifted into human form without hurry, feeling his fangs slide back into human teeth, blood running down his bare torso, his eyes still feral. He dropped to his knee
She was waiting to die.Chapter 4: The Awakening of the SupremeShe was waiting to die. The growls grew closer, ripping through the night like thunder, and the omega had decided that waiting for her end was the best she could do. But she had already suffered so much… Did she not deserve at least a peaceful death? Hadn’t a shattered heart and a broken body been enough?Lyra tried to lift her head, but the weight of her own body crushed her against the cold, filthy forest floor. Every breath was a battle, every movement pure torment. The wolves were so close now… Terror gripped her mind, making her entire body tremble when she realized she didn’t want to die like this. Without thinking, only obeying the most primal instinct to survive, she forced herself to move. Her trembling, blood-soaked arms dug into the dirt. Her legs, deadened by pain, dragged uselessly behind her thin, exposed frame.“Just… a little more…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, as the metallic taste of blo
Trigger Warning: Sexual Abuse and Violence (Not explicit, but emotionally heavy)There was no hope left.The sound of the party had become nothing but a distant echo, fading lower and lower as Lyra was dragged to the dungeon. She had never been there before, why would she? It was meant for the worst criminals… but now she was being treated as one. No, worse than them, because her punishment was inhuman, cruel, vile. Any living being with a beating heart would know this was beyond wrong, an abomination. But these men seemed to have no hearts, no conscience. They weren’t even wild, because wildness is guided by instinct, and no creature on earth has an instinct as dark as the will that drove these wolves.Torchlight cast monstrous shadows on the dungeon walls, and when the iron doors slammed shut with a crash that reverberated in her bones, she knew. There was no goddess here, no justice. Only malice. Only cruelty.In that moment, Lyra closed her eyes and cried silently, begging the Mo







