Lucien walked through the haze of the smoke like a storm given form. His strides were fast, but measured, his eyes were narrowed but clear. His fury, on the other hand, was too large to contain.It didn’t show on his face, but it showed in his posture, in his aura, in the very way his presence imprinted himself on the world. The wind seemed to billow out of him and the air shimmered whenever he passed through a place.The battlefield around him reeked of blood, filth and smoke, it reeked of both victory and loss. But to Lucien, none of it mattered, not the celebrations, not the screams – not when his eyes were fixed on one wolf.Alder.The sight of his brother smiling and laughing seemed to have softened the anger within him. For the span of a single heartbeat, his rage seemed to have simmered down, but it hadn’t. Instead, it had twisted into something darker. Something more contained. As he walked, his aura once again slipped free from his loose grasp.It spread across the battlefiel
Aria didn’t stop walking.Ronan, his face drained of all color, stumbled backwards, his breath was rough, and his eyes darted around the clearing like a rat caught in a trap. He tried to stand up, but once again, he fell back to the ground.His eyes grew wide with shock as Aria walked closer. He thought she was coming for him.He couldn’t have been more wrong.Aria didn’t even glance his way, she walked past his trembling body on the floor and then moved through the line of Thorne wolves like they weren’t there at all. Even though she was at least a couple of feet away from the wolves, they all still scrambled back in shock and fear. Some of them, the ones that had made it their life’s mission to make her early life a living hell, all kept their gaze down and tried to make themselves disappear.The clearing smoke swirled around her as she stepped into it; her heavy boots sinking heavily into the snow as she moved.She didn’t care about any of the wolves on the battlefield, her gaze wa
Snowflakes fell lazily around the clearing in the Whievale, the crimson-soaked earth crunched under Lucien’s weight as he stood over Marcus.The metallic scent of blood filled the air, thick and heavy. His stance was steady and his presence towering.But at this moment though, Lucien paused, his breathing stopped as he furrowed his brows and slightly shifted back.Marcus knelt in the snow. He was breathing fast, his gaze filled with fear as his eyes flickered across the clearing. Even still beaten and crippled, he was looking for a way out.Lucien could tell what Marcus was thinking, but he didn’t care, his gaze sharpened like a weaver's blade. “Repeat what you just said, Raven.” he growled,Marcus' lips twitched as he looked up at Lucien with feigned defiance in his eyes. He held Lucien’s gaze for a moment before he swallowed and tore his eyes away. This time, when he spoke, it wasn’t with the calm tone that he usually spoke in, it was with a shaken voice laced entirely with fear.“I
The battlefield around the clearing reeked of blood, ash and iron.Around Aria, snow lay trampled, crimson blood seeped into any crack it could find. The smoke from the fire burned low as the snow finally began to quench the ranging embers.For a long suspended moment, as Aria stood in the middle of the clearing, no one moved, no one even dared to breath loudly. The Vine wolves stood completely frozen as they stared at the white wolf turned human – the same wolf who had ripped through the Raven wolves as if they were a bunch of paper dolls.And she was a stillblood.Alpha Alder was the first to find his voice. He knew that confidence in his leadership had decreased drastically, and he saw this as a way to get back the power he had lost.He cleared his throat loudly, trying and failing to turn the attention towards Aria to one directed at him. “Aria?” his tone cracked halfway as disbelief and fear clouded his mind.He stared at her as if she was a dead man rising, as if she had just cl
Aria stood by Lucien’s side, her white fur a stark contrast to his midnight black fur. Her eyes narrowed as the Marcus ran, panic and fear etched into his very posture. Around them, smoke still clung tightly to the air and the tang of blood, iron and burnt flesh still filled her wolf senses. It was all a reminder of the carnage that had taken place in the clearing, and a promise of what was about to follow. Immediately, Marcus turned tail and ran, Lucien growled, and without a single word, he lunged forward. His muscles coiled and released like bowstrings as he bounded across the clearing in a blur of shadows. The snow-baked earth itself seemed to shake as Lucien launched himself after Marcus. Aria didn’t move to follow. Her heart pounded hard, not from fear, but from pride. This wasn’t her revenge, this was his. He needed to finish it himself. Marcus disappeared into the treeline and so did Lucien moments after.The moment the two alpha wolves left the sight of all the other
The moment Marcus Raven turned tail and ran into the forest,Lucien snarled,His muscles coiled, and his eyes narrowed as he leaped across the clearing. Every stride he took sent the battlefield into pure chaos.Wolves scattered in every direction, but Lucien’s focus wasn’t on the beta wolves that filled the clearing, it was on the large black-furred wolf weaving through the trees ahead.The scent of fear clung to Marcus like blood clung to the air of the battlefield. It was thick, pungent and almost… overwhelming. The world around Lucine became a blur of shadows and rushing wind as he gave chase.And he was gaining on him.His large strong claws tore through the snow-baked earth; every wolf foolish enough to cross his path was met with only one end – death. He didn’t slow, he couldn’t, not when he could finally get his revenge and avenge the debt he owed to Evelyn, not when he could finally be free.Marcus’s dark form darted between the pines as he moved deeper into the Whitevale for