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Written in Blood

Author: Sable Thorne
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-07 12:08:33
Ethan

The forest welcomes me, a familiar embrace of pine and earth as my paws dig into the soft ground. Around me, five of my strongest pack members run in formation—their silver and dark-furred bodies weaving between trees with practiced ease. I lead them on the border patrol, my senses heightened in this form, alert to any sign of intrusion into our territory. My wolf revels in the simple joy of the run, the temporary freedom from human worries.

The moon hangs high overhead, bathing the forest in light that filters through the canopy. My Beta, Alaric, a massive gray wolf with battle scars crisscrossing his muzzle, flanks me on the right. He's been by my side since I took the mantle of Alpha after Lyla's father died. On my left runs Aria, the pack's head warrior, her russet fur gleaming as she moves with lethal grace.

The darkness of the night cloaks us, weaving a shroud of secrecy as we weave through the towering evergreens that loom like ancient sentinels around us. It’s a perfect n
Sable Thorne

It's been a while, so I thought it would be nice to get another peek into Ethan's world . . . and reveal a little bit more about the Slavers! Thanks for reading, subscribe so you never miss an update!

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  • Stolen by the Alpha   The Witness

    Ana steps into the clearing, her expression confused as she takes in the scene before her—me, standing tensely by a bundle on the offering stone. Her light hair is pulled back in a simple braid, her clothing practical for a night run. She must have been patrolling near the border, though this area isn't on the regular route."Alpha?" she calls softly, her brow furrowed. "What are you doing out here so late?"Panic floods through me. She can't be here. Not now. Not when the Slavers are due to arrive any minute. If they find her witnessing the handoff, they'll kill her without hesitation. Or worse—take her too."Ana," I say, fighting to keep my voice calm while every instinct screams at me to grab her and run. "You need to leave. Now."But it's too late. Her enhanced hearing has already picked up the soft sounds coming from the bundle behind me. Her eyes widen, and she takes a step closer."Is that... a baby?" The confusion in her voice gives way to disbelief. "Ethan, why do you have a

  • Stolen by the Alpha   A Meaningless Apology

    The forest looms before me, a wall of black broken only by occasional patches of starlight filtering through the canopy. I need to move quickly, to reach the eastern clearing before dawn. The Slavers will be waiting, and they don't tolerate tardiness—especially not after sending such a brutal reminder of their power.I consider shifting, but discard the idea immediately. My wolf form would be faster, but I can't carry the cub safely that way. So I set off on foot, sticking to the shadows, my enhanced vision allowing me to navigate the familiar paths with ease.The cub stirs against me, making small sounds that aren't quite cries but tug at something primal within me nonetheless. My arms tighten around him instinctively, protective even as I carry him toward his doom."I'm sorry," I whisper to him, words he can't understand. "I'm sorry this is happening to you. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough to stop it. Not yet."The apology is meaningless, a salve

  • Stolen by the Alpha   The Precious Bundle

    I head toward the healer's den. Serena’s cub will be healthy, strong—perfect for the tribute.The thought makes my stomach turn, but I push the revulsion away. This is what it means to be Alpha. To make the hard choices so others don't have to. To bear the weight of those choices alone.And yet, Lyla's words ring in my ears. "You have the power to change things."Do I? Could I end the tribute without bringing the wrath of the Slavers down on my pack? Is there another way to satisfy them, to keep my people safe?I reach the healer's den, a small cabin set apart from the main lodge. Inside, the air is warm and thick with the scent of herbs and birthing mothers. Rosemary meets me at the door."Alpha." She greets me with a respectful nod. "You've come about the tribute?""Yes," I say, the word bitter on my tongue. "Is she close?"Rosemary nods, her expression carefully neutral. "Any moment now. The mother doesn't know, of cour

  • Stolen by the Alpha   The She-Wolf's Time Is Now

    The weight of the Alpha mantle sits heavy on my shoulders. I pace the length of my quarters, my wolf restless beneath my skin, craving the freedom of the forest. But freedom is a luxury I can't afford, not when the entire pack is watching me right now.The Elders' warnings about the tribute echo in my mind. Lyla called it barbaric—she made that much clear. But what choice do I have? The pack comes first. Always.I stop at the window. The new moon hangs invisible in the night sky, its absence a fitting mirror to the hollow feeling in my chest. Two days have passed since the meeting with the elders. Two days of funeral rites for our fallen young. Two days of waiting for the birth that will bring both life and death in the same moment. I watch the dark tree line, my body tense with anticipation and dread. Any moment now, Rosemary will come with news that Serena has gone into labor. Any moment now, the countdown to my most hated duty will begin.The pack has s

  • Stolen by the Alpha   Deliver the Tribute

    "I had matters to attend to," I reply, taking my place at the table. The Alpha's chair, slightly larger than the rest, feels like a trap today rather than a seat of power."Yes. The aftermath of your... indecision." Elder Cordelia's voice carries a bite that belies her grandmotherly appearance. She's always been the most traditional of the council, the staunchest defender of the old ways. "You waited too long." Her voice is sharp like a winter wind slicing through bare branches. "The tribute was due a month ago. You've been stalling, searching for alternatives that don't exist.""We've already lost too much," Elder Garrett adds.The room is heavy with judgment. They know about the Slavers. They know about my hesitation. But the rest of the pack doesn’t, and they won't if I can help it."With respect," I say, fighting to keep my voice level, "I believe it's my responsibility as Alpha to question traditions that demand the sacrifice of our own.""With respect," Elder Cordelia echoes, he

  • Stolen by the Alpha   We've Been Waiting

    It's barely a heartbeat later when I'm summoned by the Elders. The scent of the woods is heavy around me, a comforting reminder of home despite the chaos that threatens to unravel us. Their call echoes through me, an undeniable command that stirs my wolf within.The walk back to the lodge feels longer than usual, each step weighted with the burden of what's to come. I could shift and make the journey shorter, but I prefer the time that my human feet buy me. Word has already spread—I can see it in the faces of my pack that turn toward me as I approach, in the hushed conversations that halt at my presence, in the scent of fear and grief that hangs in the air.Four families waiting to learn that their children are never coming home. A fifth that doesn't yet know their unborn child is already marked for sacrifice.And somewhere, Lyla, whose faith in me has been tested again and again, and always finding me lacking.One last tribute. One last terrible choice made in the name of duty. And t

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