LOGINI returned home exhausted. I took a quick bath, ate something small, and then curled into the coziness of my little bed. With eager hands, I quickly pulled out my mother's old journal and began to read.
--- ~Sapphire’s Journal - Flashback~ It all started in my senior year at Lupine Academy, a school where rival packs were constantly at each other’s throats. Fights broke out so often, it was almost a routine, especially between the Silvermoon pack and the Blood moon pack, the two apex packs amongst the wolves. Their fights were legendary, All year, I had managed to avoid trouble. so I kept my head down. Unlike most of the other students in school, I was an orphan, adopted by a beta widow - My mother Elise, and I couldn’t afford the luxury of suspension or expulsion over petty pack rivalries. Despite everything, I had worked hard and risen to the top. I was my class valedictorian, my mum is so proud. And I wasn’t just a scholar; I was strong too. My mother, Elise, always said I had the heart of a warrior. No one dared cross me after my first combat drill in freshman year, when I fought every challenger, and was the last one standing, even the alpha kids couldn’t beat me. Thereafter, I became the head of the Moon Guards; the school warrior and also school security who kept order on campus. My only true friend was Alice - she was an outcast, bullied relentlessly because her family were omegas from Bloodmoon pack. She clung to me for safety, and we became good friends over the years. I didn't care that the other students thought our friendship was weird, I didn't deal with people based on their packs or ranks, that was how my parents brought me up. That morning, I arrived at school to find Alice being cornered by a group of Bloodmoon students, her own pack mates, led by none other than Cedric, the school bully. His cruelty was notorious, and though I usually kept away from trouble, I couldn’t watch Alice suffer. So I stepped in. The moment I faced Cedric, he challenged me to a duel like he had been waiting all these years for the opportunity to fight me, and I didn’t hold back. Even though he was related to the Bloodmoon royals, the powerful Redhart family, I put him on the ground in minutes. The other kids roared with excitement. Then, silence fell. Someone was clapping. The sound was slow, deliberate, and carried with it a presence so commanding it made the air feel heavier. A young man approached, his aura unlike anything I had ever felt. His sharp gaze locked onto me, and my breath caught, he was breathtaking. Royalty, no doubt about it. The Bloodmoon students quickly bowed in respect, and everyone dispersed. “That was amazing,” he said, his tone warm, impressed. He reached down and helped Cedric up, though his eyes never left mine. “Truly amazing.” “Callan Redhart,” he introduced himself with a graceful bow. I couldn’t speak. I was... too stunned. “I’m sure my cousin started this fight,” he added, his voice was sincere. “Forgive him, and… thank you for teaching him some manners, my lady.” Cedric sneered at me. “Forgive me? I am not sorry for anything." He said while still clutching the side where I had struck him. "And she’s no lady, she’s just a Silvermoon thug.” Cedric laughed lightly, dismissing his cousin’s bitterness. Cedric looked annoyed and stormed off, humiliated. “I didn’t catch your name,” Callan said, his focus returning to me. “Sapphire Ashwood,” I managed to answer. “You’re very strong,” he said softly, “and… very beautiful too.” My cheeks turned red. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I know our packs are rivals, and as the Alpha heir I’m expected to stay away from your people. But I can’t ignore this… connection. You feel it too, don’t you?” I nodded, shy but unable to lie. “Meet me tonight, in Mystic Woods,” he whispered. “I'd like to.... know you better.” “Okay,” I said quietly. He smiled, radiant, before turning away. “I have to go now, I need to check on Cedric. Until later, my lady.” My heart pounded long after he was gone. Callan was the most striking man I had ever laid eyes on, he seemed very kind, noble, and a little dangerous. And that was how our secret began. --- ~Back to the present~ My hands trembled as I flipped the pages. My heart raced, a thousand questions storming through me. Where was this leading? Before I could read further, my phone rang. Viktor again. I groaned, I wanted to ignore it and keep reading my Mum's Journal, but I couldn’t keep skipping work. If I angered him more, things would get worse. I shoved the journal into my drawer, dressed quickly, and the phone rang again, why is Viktor such a persistent pain in the ass. “I’m on my way, stop calling me!” I snapped. “What?” a voice said, it was deep, and steady. Certainly not Viktor’s. I froze, staring at the screen, it was an unknown number, and the voice... I know that voice. “This is Elliot,” he said and confirmed my fear. My stomach flipped, how did he get my number? And why was he calling me? “Why… why are you calling me?” Silence stretched for a while, then he spoke. “I just wanted to say… we need to talk Liora. Tomorrow, at the bonfire ritual. You must be there. It’s an order.” The line went dead. I stared at my phone, speechless. An order? Is he serious? What did he mean? And what exactly was he planning to tell me?The next day, the kingdom was peaceful, truly peaceful, for the first time in years. The war scars were still visible, the rebuilding far from complete, but the threat of rogue attacks had passed, at least for now. Children played in the streets, packs trained without fear, and families worked side by side to restore what had been lost. It was a peace we hadn’t known in a long, long time. But there was still one more task, the Triad Sisters. They had recuperated fully under the healers’ care, their strength returning, their magic flickering brighter with every passing hour. They were ready to leave, to reclaim a life that had been stolen from them for far too long. My heart twisted at the thought of saying goodbye, but I knew this moment had to come. I met them at the edge of the forest where Xavier had arranged transport. The sisters stood together, frail but dignified, their eyes carrying the weight of centuries of imprisonment, yet now shining with quiet power. Even in their weak
I stood by the window of my shared room with Xavier, the wind tousling my hair, the first true calm I had felt since the war. My pack was rebuilding, the realm was slowly recovering, and for the first time, I could breathe without the weight of impending battle pressing down on me.It was a full moon, the scent of wet earth and pine filled the air, mingling with the faint smoke from the village fires as families rebuilt homes, rebuilt lives. I was watching it all unfold, when I started feeling it, a tightness in my lower stomach. "Goddess seriously?" I didn't want to call him but knew that it would get bad. I was on heat my wolf was beyond horny. I texted him.Me: Can you come to the room.Xavier: In a meeting with some of the pack Alphas, it's about allocating supplies to the packs.I sighed and waited for him. What he was doing was important, I know I should be there with him, but my body wanted him.A few minutes turned into half an hour. I was just about ready to storm down there
The days after the war felt almost unreal. Packs that had once fought tooth and claw now worked side by side, Shadowfang aiding Moonspire, Ironclaw rebuilding Bloodmoon’s outskirts. Warriors lifted timber, mothers cooked for neighboring families, and healers tended to wounds that had once been inflicted by rivals. Even the Lycan King himself oversaw supplies, ensuring no pack went without. The air was thick with smoke from cooking fires and the scent of fresh timber, but also with a sense of something the realm hadn’t felt in centuries: peace.Silvermoon, now without a leader, held a quiet council and chose Trevor,.Elliot’s cousin, as their new Alpha. His mate, Samantha, became their Luna. Both were steady and compassionate, and the pack welcomed them wholeheartedly. For the first time in years, Silvermoon felt safe. I was glad for them, especially because they were kind to me when I worked at the palace and how bravely they had fought beside us, even in the wake of Elliot’s betrayal.
The war ground had already been claimed long before we arrived. An open stretch of scorched valley between Blackridge Cliffs and the Ashen Plains, a place no pack ever dared to settle. It was neutral land, dead land, chosen by both sides for the battle that would decide the fate of every supernatural alive. Our tents were already raised, torchlight flickering against the night wind. Soldiers sharpened blades and checked armor, the air thick with the sharp, metallic taste of fear and adrenaline. They all looked to us the moment we entered. Xavier walked ahead, broad shoulders squared, voice steady, the kind of steady that grounded a trembling world. “You’ve trained for this,” he told the men. “You’ve bled for this. And you will win this.” Travis echoed the same words to the warriors under him, firing them up, reminding them of the packs who depended on us. And then I felt Xavier’s hand close around my wrist. “Come with me,” he said quietly. He led me away from the crowd, past
The room was heavy with fear when I stood up. Every Alpha stared at me as if I held the only light left in a collapsing world. I forced myself to breathe. If I broke, they would break. “My people,” I began, my voice calm but firm, “I know the losses tonight have shaken our hearts. I know fear is whispering that the rogues are stronger. I know we have buried sons and brothers, warriors we love.” Silence fell like a weight. “But hear me, we are not defeated.” Several heads lifted. “We have the blessing of the Moon Goddess. We have the strength of every pack united. We have the Lycans at our side. And most importantly… we have each other.” A faint murmur rippled through the hall. “The rogues want us divided, hopeless, broken. They want us to surrender our thrones, our homes, our children’s future. But we will not bend. Not now. Not ever.” My father watched me with an expression I had rarely seen on him, awe. And my in-laws, the famed Aetheris royals, nodded slowly, pride softe
We buried our dead at dawn.The sky was gray, the earth still wet from the night rain, and the smoke from the pyres carried the scent of loss across the camp. No one spoke. No one needed to. Grief hung over us like a second storm, heavy and suffocating.By midday, every Alpha still alive gathered.The air was tense, sharp, almost brittle. Even the strongest among us looked worn. Beaten. Shadows under their eyes, dried blood still on some of their clothes.I took my seat beside Xavier, feeling the weight of every life depending on us. When the meeting started, it didn’t take long before the first voice of doubt cracked the room.Elliot.He stood slowly, rubbing a hand over his face like he could erase the truth he was about to speak.“We are losing,” he said quietly. “All of us. And even with the Goddess’ blessing… even with the Lycan king's sacred land protecting us… the rogues...” he swallowed, “they’re still stronger. Their magic is overwhelming our defenses. We can’t win like this.







