As the sun sets on Lylah's wedding day, the shadows of her past and present converge. The union between Lylah and Cormac is now sealed, but the secrets and tensions that have been building threaten to erupt. Lylah's heart remains heavy with the weight of her sacrifices, and the consequences of her choices are only just beginning to unfold. As the night wears on and the celebrations reach a fever pitch, the fragile facade of happiness and obedience is tested. Will Lylah find a way to reconcile her duty with her desire, or will the forces of tradition and expectation tear her apart? The drama and intrigue continues...
Lylah and Cormac didn't return to the Courtyard after their run. Rather, as tradition demanded, they made their way to the Alphahold, where Lylah's belongings were already waiting for her in Cormac's chambers. The Alphahold, a grand and imposing structure, the seat of the Alpha himself, loomed before them. Lylah felt a shiver run down her spine as they approached the entrance, the heavy wooden door creaking open to admit them. Cormac's parents were just coming in as well, and warmly welcomed her before going in to their own chambers. "I'm going to wash up," Cormac said, his voice ringing out like a bell on the warm night as he entered the bathroom. The sound of running water and the scent of soap wafted through the air, mingling with the smell of wood smoke and pine reaching all the way from the bonfire at the Courtyard.Lylah took as much time as possible undressing herself, her fingers trembling as she unfastened the delicate buttons on her wedding gown. She hung the dress on a hook
Lylah sat stiffly beside Cormac, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The grand living room of the Alphahold was filled with the sound of laughter and conversation, as guests came and went, congratulating the newlyweds.Cormac's mother, the Alpha's mate, smiled warmly as she refilled the wine cups in front of them. "You two make a lovely couple," she said. "You'll do very well."Lylah forced a smile, her eyes darting to Cormac, who was looking stolidly ahead with an intensity that made her skin crawl. He hadn't said two words to her since the previous night, and she knew that he was still seething with anger at the occurrences of the past night. As the day wore on, the room filled with more guests, dignitaries from the other clans of the Realm, with their gifts, to congratulate the Alpha's son and his new mate on their marriage. Lylah didn't feel comfortable with all the attention, however, this was tradition. She was married to the next-in-line Alpha, so she had to sit tight and
The sun was setting over the calm waters of the lake, casting a golden glow over the gathered crowd. Thane stood at the water's edge, his eyes fixed on the boat in front of him, decorated with a wreath of flowers. In it lay Alpha Ryker’s corpse, draped in a green, funeral cloak.The clan's shaman, a wise and aged woman, stepped forward and began to chant. Her voice was low and soothing, and it seemed to match the rhythm of the waves lapping against the shore. The crowd fell silent, mesmerized by the ritual.When the shaman finished her chant, the crowd erupted into a mournful cry, their collective grief echoing across the lake. Thane felt a lump form in his throat as he gazed out at the boat, overwhelmed by a profound sense of loss. His sister, Drena, stood somberly beside him. She had arrived from Galenstar the previous day with her two children, but the night's rest seemed to have offered her little respite, as she looked even more exhausted than when she had first arrived. On Thane
Thane gazed into the distance, processing the words his sister had just said. The responsibility to sire a child falls with him, and to do that he needs a mate. The thought of having to find a mate had brought back memories of Lylah, and now he couldn't shake the feeling of regret that had settled in his chest.Ever since he sent her his reply, following his brother's death, he had tried to force his mind to stop wandering towards her, but it was no use. Daily he struggled with the thought that he had failed her, and tried to make peace with the fact that she belonged to another now. But all through the burial preparations, amid the chaos all around him, his mind would stray more often than not, thinking of her. Had she gotten his letter? How did she feel after reading it? Did she understand? Would she be alright? Would she ever forgive him? Just the previous week he had sent two members of the Lunar Council to Ravenhurst to congratulate their Alpha's son on his marriage - his marria
Lylah stood in her room, pouring herself a glass of water from the crystal decanter on her dresser. Her hand trembled slightly as she lifted the glass to her lips, a wave of morning sickness washing over her. She surveyed herself in the mirror, surveying the subtle changes in her body. This had become a habit for her, especially since the bulge in her tummy became slightly noticeable over the past weeks. She wondered if the size of the pregnancy would be deemed too early, especially as her marriage with Cormac was only seven weeks old. Slowly, she pulled off her blouse and stared at her naked belly, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She placed her palm affectionately on her stomach, thinking of the tiny life growing within, at that very moment. Very soon the bulge would be visible to any who looks at her, and it will be an open news that she was pregnant. Cormac will receive the congratulations, and life would proceed normally, as it should. Adjusting to her new life here had
Lylah's heart sank as Luna Phoebele left the sitting room, followed by the bewildered doctor. His expression had been a mixture of concern and unease as he packed up his bag, and as he got to the door, he had glanced back at Lylah, his eyes filled with a deep-seated pity. Lylah knew she was in trouble, and at that moment her only wish was for the floor to open up and swallow her whole. Cormac's expression had changed from delight to suspicion, and he was now staring at her with an accusing gaze."Lylah, what's going on?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. "How come you're ten weeks pregnant when we've only been married for seven weeks."Lylah's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape. But there was none. "I...I don't know what to say, maybe the doctor made a mistake in his calculations..." she stammered, trying to think of a plausible explanation.But Cormac's expression only darkened. "Don't lie to me, Lylah," he growled. "there was no mistake, I know something's no
The sun beat down over the grand hall in Lunarville's Alphahold, illuminating the eager faces of the gathered crowd. The air was alive with the hum of conversation and the occasional yip of excitement. Today was the day Thane, the new Alpha, would select his mate, the future Luna.For weeks, the Lunarville clan had been abuzz with the news that the Alpha would be choosing a mate the old-fashioned way. This was a welcome development, as it gave every high-born Lupa a shot at being chosen. Whispers of excitement and speculation filled the air, and as the Lupas made their way into the premises, each accompanied either by her brother or mother, every one of them wondered if she would be the one to catch the Alpha's eye. "I heard he's looking for someone with exceptional beauty," one lupa whispered to another as they waited for the proceedings to begin. "Beauty?" replied her friend, "What use is beauty without brains? From what I heard, he's looking for a lupa that can help him govern th
Lylah lay on her bed, her mind a jumble of thoughts as the hours ticked by. She had locked herself in her room since Luna Poebele dismissed her from the sitting room just after the Alpha sent a summons to her parents. It was already dark, and they were yet to arrive. Lylah could only conclude that they would probably come in the morning. She sat up, looking about the room. It was definitely going to be a long night. What could she possibly do? And what plausible explanation would she come up with? Every scenario she thought of seemed flawed. She stood and paced back and forth, her mind working very fast. Should she run away? Lylah paused and listened. The household was quiet. She pulled a small bag out from her drawer and began to stuff a few things inside. Then she tied her hair in a bun and covered herself up in a cloak. Very gently, she opened her door, but as she did she saw a figure standing directly in front of her room. She let out a scream, and the bag dropped from her hand.
Kael stood frozen in the hallway, his mind a storm of disbelief. The sight of Dr. Ganner dragged from the floor and escorted out like a criminal, had lodged itself in his chest like a blade. What on earth was going on? “Come in, Kael,” Justine said firmly, as though he had read Kael's confused thoughts. Kael stepped inside, his eyes wide with confusion. “What's happening?” he asked, his voice low but trembling. “Why did you let them treat uncle Peter like that?”Justine let out a slow breath, not looking at Kael at first. “He betrayed me.”“Betrayed you?” Kael echoed, stunned. “What are you talking about? You two have been friends since even before I was born! He practically raised me with you.”Justine turned to face him. His eyes were dark, steady. “That doesn’t change what he did.”Kael stepped closer, struggling to understand. “What did he do? What could he possibly have done that made you punch him and call security on him?”“We’ve come too far, Kael,” Justine said, looking Kae
Justine stared at him, incredulous. “Abort?” he asked. “What on earth are you talking about?” Dr. Ganner didn’t look away. His voice was steady, not pleading—just firm. “This sounds stupid, especially coming me, I know. But we have no choice, we have to abort.”Justine stared at him, unblinking. “Is this your idea of a joke, Peter? Because if it is, you should know better.”Dr. Ganner swallowed, evidently looking for the right words. “We need to abort. I wouldn't be saying this if I wasn't absolutely sure there was no other way.”“And why do we need to do that?” Justine fired, visibly getting annoyed at this new, unexpected development. “Can you even hear yourself? What sort of talk is this?” Dr. Ganner stood up slowly, pushing his chair away as he did. “I've been running some more tests on the Kyrexin-X, Justine, I found out some things, we need to work more on it.”Justine’s jaw tightened. “The Kyrexin-X is ready. Tested. Perfected. You’re the one who helped create it. You approve
NEW YORKThe boardroom lights cast a sterile white sheen across the long transparent table. Around it sat the core of the operation: Commander Harris resplendent in uniform, flanked by his top lieutenants; logistics and transport heads; medical coordinators; and Dr. Ganner, seated near the far end with his tablet idle before him.At the head of the table, Justine stood tall, sharp in a dark tailored suit, a digital schematic glowing behind him.“In five days,” Justine was saying, voice clear and commanding, “we launch the final phase of this mission.”Silence reigned as all eyes locked onto him.“The Kyrexin-X dispersal device is now fully functional. We've confirmed its efficacy across every tested sample. One release—just one—is potent enough to wipe out ten thousand werewolves. We’ve engineered ten additional refills, each safely contained and shielded until needed.”He tapped the screen, cycling through projected maps of the werewolf realm.“Deployment will be centered in the Hear
The Living Room was quiet now. The hearth still crackled faintly, the scent of warm bread still lingered in the air, but the room felt hollow—emptied of voices, of presence.Thane stood alone, arms folded behind his back, staring once more through the tall arched window. Outside, the silver dusk had begun to descend over Lunarville, and the faint sounds of training echoed in the far distance—arrows thudding into wood, warriors barking commands, the occasional howl cutting through the wind.But inside him, there was only silence.He no longer had a Luna to speak with since his two mates got lost to fate and the last ran for her life. Drena, too, hadn’t visited in a while. He’d never minded the solitude before. He’d built his rule on decisiveness, not public opinion. And yet, now… he longed for a voice to complement his own. A physical presence. A confidante. And it was in that yearning that his mind drifted, once again, to Lylah.The ache came softly, like fog curling through the crac
The days that followed the quiet meeting in the strategy chamber were anything but quiet.Thane, together with Alpha Billam and Alpha Cochram, wasted no time. With the alliance now formed—small as it was—they began fortifying Lunarville and their own clans. Patrols were doubled. Old signal towers were repaired and rekindled. Hidden caches of silver-resistant armor were dug up from storage, and training resumed with renewed intensity.Archers were drilled from dawn till dusk, their arrows tipped with sharpened obsidian and infused with wolfsbane extracts in case of ambush. Gauntlets—thick, rune-etched iron bracers designed to deflect both blades and bullets—were redistributed to front-line fighters. Trap-masters, a nearly forgotten order from the First Hunt Era, were summoned back into service to lay intricate trigger snares through the outer paths of the Heartwood.Fire pits laced with scented herbs to mask scent trails were dug near every village boundary. Night sentinels were traine
LUNARVILLE The hearth crackled quietly in Lunarville's strategy chamber, its warmth casting shifting amber light across the stone walls. Afternoon sunlight filtered through high windows, illuminating the maps and war tokens spread across the long table.Alpha Thane sat at the head, jaw tight, eyes on the flames rather than the two Alphas seated with him. The silence between them was heavy—not hostile, but thoughtful.It was Alpha Billam who broke it.“I know it felt like last week's convention was a failure,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “But don’t let that deter you. All isn't lost yet.”Thane didn’t respond at once, but his eyes flicked briefly toward Billam.Billam continued, “For what it’s worth, I stand with you. And you know I mean that fully. Unity is the only way forward, and though the others can’t—or won’t—see that yet, some of us do.” He glanced at the other man across the table. “Cochram agrees.”Alpha Cochram gave a short nod. “I do. After I slept on it, I couldn’t
The sterile air in the lab still shimmered faintly with the heat of success. The scientists’ footsteps had barely faded from the corridor, and the applause they had given still rang in Justine's ear. The moment had felt victorious, but Dr. Ganner's last words were now threatening to throw him off balance. He had remained where he stood, his hands behind his back, eyes fixed on the matte-black weapon at the center of the table. Beside him, Dr. Ganner was no longer smiling.“Well?” Justine asked, his voice low. “What kind of problems?”Dr. Ganner didn’t answer immediately. He moved to a nearby screen, fingers tapping with habitual precision until streams of data and gene sequences rolled into view. His expression was taut.“I’ve encountered challenges with developing the antidote,” he said. “Serious challenges.”Justine’s brow furrowed as he turned toward his friend. “Peter, you’ve had weeks. You've had Kael’s blood for ages, full lab access, state of the art equipment, financial suppo
The research lab on the second floor buzzed with quiet urgency. Blueprints were spread across metal tables, glowing monitors tracked chemical reactions, and at the center of the room sat the Kyrexin-X—a matte black, angular device. Its surface was fitted with slim vents and illuminated digital panels that pulsed with soft blue light, casting a faint glow onto the surrounding equipment.A group of white-coated scientists moved with precision around the device, performing final checks and calibrations.In the far corner, Justine stood beside Dr. Ganner, observing the work going on before them. Right behind them, Kael stood in front of a desk, watching them with apprehension.“I believe we should move in a week,” Justine said, his voice calm but resolute. “They’re tightening their patrols. Harris’ intel confirms it. If we wait too long, we lose the element of surprise.”Dr. Ganner stroked his grey-speckled beard thoughtfully. “And I believe a fortnight is more prudent,” he said with gent
Kael closed the door to his room behind him, leaning against it as a long, shaky breath escaped his lungs. The silence was deafening. He pressed his palms into his eyes, trying—and failing—to shut out the memory of Lylah’s anguished cries, the pain in Angela’s eyes, the sound of the tray crashing to the ground.Why did everything feel so wrong?He paced the room, restless, agitated. Losing sight of the fact that he had been preparing to go out earlier, he pick up a book from his nightstand and pried it open, but the words blurred uselessly before him. He turned on his computer, then shut it off almost immediately. His chest felt tight, his mind a whirlwind of guilt, anger, confusion. He couldn't focus, couldn't be himself.Without even consciously deciding, his feet carried him down the hallway. His pulse hammered in his ears. His heart twisted with a feeling he didn't want to name. Before he could second-guess himself, he reached Angela’s door and, without knocking, slid it open.Ang