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THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE RUNE’s RAGE
The morning sunlight spilled across the training grounds of the Nightveil Pack, casting long, golden shadows that danced between sparring wolves. A gentle breeze whispered through the pines, and birdsong mingled with the grunts and shouts of warriors sharpening their strength. The air should have been calm. But Rune's pulse was a storm.He stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed over his broad chest, amber eyes locked on Veyra.She was laughing—gods, she was laughing. That sound, rare and beautiful, stirred something primal in his chest. She stood only feet away, speaking with a visiting wolf from the Hollowclaw Pack, a tall, lean warrior with silver hair and far too many teeth showing when he smiled at her.Rune's jaw tightened.The Hollowclaw wolf leaned in closer, brushing his hand too casually against Veyra's arm as he said something that made her tilt her head in amusement. Rune's wolf, already fraying at the edges from weeks of emotional unrest, roared from within.Before h
THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE THE TRUTH LIOREN CARRIES
The moon hung low and golden above the treetops, casting a solemn glow over Nightveil Pack's northern ridge. The forest was silent, hushed by the weight of secrets, as if even the winds were listening.Veyra walked quietly beside Lioren, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. They'd spent the evening on patrol, but neither of them had spoken much. Something about Lioren tonight felt heavy. Not just tired, not just worn—burdened.When they reached the edge of the cliff, where the trees gave way to an open view of the valley below, Veyra stopped. The grass bent gently beneath her boots. "You've been quiet," she said softly.Lioren stood a few paces away, staring into the distance. His dark hair stirred in the breeze, and though his back was to her, she could feel the tension in his shoulders, the war raging inside him. Slowly, he turned to face her. His eyes were stormy and solemn."I need to tell you something," he said.Veyra nodded, giving him space to speak, not pressuring him. Sh
THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE NEIGHTVEIL OATH
The stars bled silver across the sky, their ancient shimmer a silent witness to what was about to take place. The Nightveil Pack stood assembled beneath the towering obsidian cliffs that guarded the sacred altar—a place steeped in history, where bloodlines were forged and oaths were etched into the stone of eternity. The air buzzed with reverence and unease. Tonight, the pack would bear witness to something that hadn't happened in generations: the binding of their Alpha to a white wolf.Veyra stood at Zarek's side, dressed in black ceremonial robes lined with silver embroidery—an emblem of the moon and the storm stitched at her chest. Her hair flowed loose down her back, glinting like frost in the starlight. Though her heart still ached from loss—her mother, Kael's betrayal, and the ever-looming shadow of the Order—tonight wasn't about pain. It was about power. It was about unity.Zarek, clad in dark leather etched with the sigils of his lineage, guided her to the stone dais at the he
THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE THE WATCHERS RETURN
The night air was thick with tension, the kind that slithered into bones and refused to be shaken off. Fog clung low to the forest floor outside the borders of Nightveil, obscuring the trees in a silvery veil that shimmered under the crescent moon. Wolves patrolled the perimeter in silence, eyes sharp, ears attuned to every snapping twig and rustling leaf.It was Jon who first noticed them.Three figures stood at the edge of the woods, just beyond the boundary runes etched into the soil—hooded, unmoving, their forms cloaked in deep midnight robes that absorbed the moonlight. Their presence radiated wrongness, like a cold breath against the back of the neck. Jon didn't blink, didn't speak. He simply watched. And when he reached for his blade, they vanished as silently as they had come—no sound, no scent left behind.Except for one thing.An obsidian fang.Sharp. Pristine. Gleaming with residual power.Jon's growl was low and guttural as he crouched to retrieve it, fingers brushing the
THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE ASHES OF A BOND
Kael's presence was like a shadow that refused to leave, lingering at the edges of Nightveil's strength and serenity. He arrived at the gates three days past, bloodied, bruised, and hollow-eyed. His shoulders were squared, but the weight of his own shame made his stance seem smaller than it once was. The guards had drawn their weapons immediately—Rune's own sword was the first pressed to his throat."No further," Rune had snarled, eyes blazing with old fury and new grief. "You lost the right to walk among us.""I know," Kael had whispered hoarsely. "I just... I need to see her. Please."It was Veyra who had stepped from the shadows, the Alpha Luna now cloaked in the authority of a storm barely contained. Her gaze fell upon Kael, and in it were echoes of pain, betrayal, and something even heavier—memory.The rest of her mates gathered behind her—Zarek with his arms folded and jaw clenched; Lioren, quiet but vibrating with energy like a bowstring too taut; Rune, practically trembling wi
THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE THE WHISPER OF SIX
The wind carried it first.A rumor, a whisper, not loud enough to shake foundations—but enough to stir the embers already burning in the hearts of those who feared her. It spread in the undercurrent of breathless messengers and cold letters sealed in black wax. From crumbling ruins where the Order of the Obsidian Fang gathered in huddled cloaks, to taverns where spies leaned close and exchanged coin for secrets, the words traveled."When the sixth bond forms, the world ends."The prophecy moved like a disease, infecting the tongues of the weak and feeding the fire of the faithful. It made its way to Zarek's land, to the Nightveil Pack, where warriors kept watch along mountain ridges and magic pulsed in the veins of the moon-kissed soil.But none of that had reached Veyra yet.Not as she stood barefoot in the Nightveil forest clearing, staring up at the silver moon with its perfect, silent eye. Her white hair, braided at the sides and left loose down her back, caught the breeze. Her fi
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