INICIAR SESIÓNThree months had passed since the battle that changed everything. Winter arrived in Moonstone with a gentle touch. Light snow covered the ground. The cold nipped at cheeks but never dug deep enough to freeze bones. It felt as if the world had decided to grant us space. Time to draw breath. Time to mend what had broken. No sudden storms arrived to test us further.
Alaric had reached three months of age. Each day brought new surprises. He could sit upright on
“Are you crazy?” Theron said. “That place devours wolf souls.”“I know,” Kael answered. “But my ally is different. He can move between realms. He has a way to make Alaric’s wolf soul dormant instead of destroyed.”“Dormant?” I asked, confusion rising. “I have never heard of such magic.”“Because he is not a pure-blood wolf,” Kael explained. “He is mixed. Half wolf, half vampire. During my exile I saved his life. He swore an oath to protect my bloodline.”I stared at Kael. Two hundred years of wandering, and he had spoken little about those days.“Are you sure he can protect Alaric’s wolf soul?” I asked.“I am sure,” he said without hesitation. “The Darklands are the perfect hiding place. No wolf would da
The snow had stopped for three days. From sunrise to sunset, the training grounds at Blackriver stayed filled with footsteps and the clang of weapons. The new refugees now kept pace with basic moves. They still moved with some clumsiness, but the terror that once filled their eyes had begun to fade.I stood on the wall and watched them below. Kael occupied the center of the field. He demonstrated a side block. His movements came so fast that details blurred, yet every step landed with precision. Theron worked on the other side. He coached the younger warriors. His voice carried across the open space. “Keep your feet steady. Do not just throw punches.”Kids chased each other along the edges of the training grounds. Their laughter rose on the wind. The scene looked peaceful from above. I knew better.Helena climbed the stairs. She carried two mugs of hot tea. “How long have you been stand
The very next morning everything shifted faster than I expected. Three separate groups arrived at our borders. Messengers from neighboring packs stood waiting. They had heard what we offered—refuge for those who fled talk of standing together against common threats. Now they were keen to join the effort.One messenger spoke for Alpha Cassia of Riversong. “She offers full alliance. Warriors, if you need them. Food stores. Anything required to hold the line.”Another came from Ironwood. “We lost strong wolves to the Crimson Moon’s promises. Lies pulled them away. We cannot face this enemy alone anymore.”The third represented Clearwater. “Together we stand. That is what we have always believed. Now we put action behind the words.”I looked at Theron and Kael. Hope rose hard in my chest. This was truly happening. Packs that once kept dist
Three months had passed since the battle that changed everything. Winter arrived in Moonstone with a gentle touch. Light snow covered the ground. The cold nipped at cheeks but never dug deep enough to freeze bones. It felt as if the world had decided to grant us space. Time to draw breath. Time to mend what had broken. No sudden storms arrived to test us further.Alaric had reached three months of age. Each day brought new surprises. He could sit upright on his own. His small back stayed straight as though he practiced in secret moments. He reached for toys with clear purpose instead of random swings of his arms. Soft cooing sounds left his mouth. They carried hints of real words forming underneath.One morning sunlight streamed through the window. I sat rocking him in the quiet light. He turned his head and fixed those large, knowing eyes on me. Then the word came, clear and steady. “Mama.”
The lantern flame flickered between us, casting soft shadows across the tent walls. I kept my hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat beneath my palm while Alaric slept soundly nearby. The weight of everything he had already shared lingered, but I sensed the hardest part was still coming.“Aldric returned as the full Lycan King,” Kael said. “He stood at our border with an army behind him. He looked harder than I remembered, colder. He called me by name like no time had passed at all. He said he wanted to make an offer to our Alpha. One look at his face told me everything. He wanted you. He wanted Alaric’s power. He wanted control over everything we had built.”I remembered that day clearly. The memory still sent a chill through me.“I watched you step forward,” Kael continued. “You asked him to get lost. No hesitation. I was proud as hell in that m
Kael and I stayed wrapped in the quiet of the tent long after the rain had softened to nothing more than a whisper against the canvas. Alaric breathed steadily between us, his small warmth a reminder that life kept moving forward no matter how heavy the past felt. The story Kael had shared about the arena and his exile still hung in the air, raw and unfinished. I sensed there was more. I brushed my fingers along his arm and asked softly, “What came after that night? The years alone… what did they do to you?”He let out a slow breath, then began speaking again, his voice low and steady, like he was handing me pieces of himself he had never shown anyone else.“Those first years after exile weren’t the worst,” he said. “I was still angry enough to keep moving. I traveled everywhere, picking up every fighting style I could find. Do you have stupid strong because, honestly, what else was
It was a sound of pure, undiluted emotion—mourning, love, tribute, and defiance all woven together. It rose from six hundred throats, a visceral song that shook the dew from the grass and echoed off the distant mountains. I tipped my head back and joined them, my howl a release of the sorro
The emergency council chamber felt like a pot about to boil over. Fifteen Alphas and head representatives crowded the war table, the air thick with smoke, sweat, and thinly-veiled panic. The news of Derek’s sudden corruption had spread like wildfire, mutating into a dozen more terrifying rumors wit
The extraction was a masterpiece of controlled chaos.Three hundred and twelve rescued souls, twenty wounded warriors, and five we had to leave behind, their pyres lit with swift, sorrowful efficiency as the mountain complex shuddered and began to collapse behind us.We had turned Seraphine’s larde
She smiled, the girl shining through again. “I had relentlessly brave role models.”Later, under a tapestry of emerging stars, I found Kael on the eastern ridge.His silhouette was rigid, his gaze fixed on the dark line of the forest as if he could see through it for miles.“It’s Aldric, isn’t it?”







