Lylah stood in the doorway of her room, watching the corridor beyond. She had been in the mansion for over three months, but each day she felt like a stranger in it. The walls were bland and intimidating, and the stolid men that stood guard around the perimeter round the clock did nothing to cheer up the atmosphere. Lylah had tried to make small talk with them a few times before, but their uninviting glares and unwelcome grunts had discouraged her, and these days she would content herself with watching them, waiting to see if anything would come up to create just the slightest distraction so that she could find a way to slip through the gates, but no such mistake ever occurred.Lylah sighed, her hand instinctively going to her belly. The pregnancy had reached its fourth month, and the changes in her body were becoming more pronounced. Justine had been overjoyed when he learnt that she was pregnant, moreso when the private doctor he hired for her gave them the news that she was carryi
Lying on her bed, and looking up at the blank ceiling, Lylah's head was pounding, her forehead awkwardly puckered with anger. What was Justine up to? Because if he wasn't up to anything, why would he keep her locked up here like a prisoner? She thought about Ravenhurst, then Lunarville. Might there be a chance that someone was out searching for her? Would Shay hear that she never made it to Galenstar, and that she wasn't in Lunarville either? Would anyone come to save her from her current situation? The sound of footsteps echoed outside her room, and she sat up, her eyes narrowing as the door opened and Justine entered."You don't even knock, these days." Lylah said, her tone laced with annoyance. Justine sat down calmly in the chair beside her bed, his expression serene. "Lylah, What exactly is your problem?" he asked, ignoring her remark. Lylah's tone was incredulous. "My problem, you ask?" "Yes, your problem." Justine added, his voice smooth but firm. "I should say I expected s
Dr. Ganner's voice carried from the far end of the corridor where he stood making a phone call. From the frantic wave of his hand and his agitated pacing Lylah could see that whatever it is he was discussing with the person at the other end of the phone was clearly disturbing. Lylah walked out towards him, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air. Dr. Ganner's expression hardened as he saw her approaching him. This wasn't surprising to Lylah. The doctor always acted uncomfortable when she was around him, but Lylah didn't mind, the feeling was mutual. Her discomfort around him had only increased, especially since he'd injected her with the serum that shrinked her from her werewolf form at their first meeting. Dr. Ganner hung up the phone as Lylah reached him, flashing a quick, forced smile. "Taking a walk, are we?" he asked, nodding towards her. Lylah returned the nod. "Walking towards you, actually. Is everything alright? You seemed...upset on the phone."Dr. Ganner's expressi
The Great Hall in Lunarville's Alphahold was shrouded in an air of solemnity, the weight of the clan's fate hanging precariously in the balance. The councillors, seated around the long wooden table, wore grave expressions, their eyes etched with concern. Discomfort clung to the atmosphere like a damp mist, heavy with unspoken fears.Thane's seat at the head of the table was empty, but all the other Councillors were seated. A few of them were exchanging worried whispers in hushed tones. Councillor Tudor's voice was barely audible, but his words sent a ripple of unease through the gathering. "It would seem that their next move is a full-scale attack..." His eyes darted nervously around the table, while those who heard his remark nodded gravely. "We will have to do something about this Villapaw nuisance once and for all." The Chief scout, seated just beside him, added. Chief Candar's face was pale, his brow furrowed in worry. "And on top of it all, there's no sign of the Promised child,
NEW YORK CITY The sterile smell of the delivery room filtered into Lylah's nose as she regained consciousness. Her eyes felt too weak to open, and her body too heavy to stir. The soft beeping of machines and a faint humming noise from above reminded her of where she was. Still at the mansion - definitely, but in another room which Justine had set up for her delivery some days earlier, and into which she had been ushered when her water broke the previous night. She tried to lift her head, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, and her head dropped back onto the pillow. Her movements alerted the doctor, who had been adjusting the drip on her left hand. He stooped low, examining her closely. Lylah made no further effort to open her eyes, her attention had been drawn to the voices coming to her. Dr. Ganner and Justine sounded absorbed in their conversation, which echoed through the room in hushed tones. Lylah listened intently. Dr. Ganner's voice was barely audible, but his words sen
LUNARVILLE CLANThe evening air was serenaded by a soft wind as the day drew to a close. The scent of roasting meat and baking bread wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of children's giggles and their parents' voices calling them in for dinner.A young messenger, clad in the traditional attire of the Lunarville runners, stood in the courtyard of the Alphahold with a quiet sense of purpose. He stood there for a while, before the door to the living room was opened by a guard standing in front of it. Inside, Thane was seated on a couch, studying a piece of paper by the glowing fire in the chimney. The messenger bowed deeply to him. "Alpha Thane," he began, his voice low and respectful. "Councillor Tudor, the Chief Scout, and Chief Candar have returned from the Heartwood Forest."Thane looked up sharply. "How soon can they come in?""In fifteen minutes, Sir, they went to their houses for a bit of food and a change of clothes." Thane nodded. "Let them get here soon as they're
Alpha Thane spent a sleepless night. He sat on his bed, alone, having coldly dismissed his third wife, whose turn it was to sleep with him. His mind reeled with the implications of the discovery he had just made, and he knew that with the High Priestess already disgruntled with Lunarville, revealing the truth and making amends would be the best way to try and salvage things.All through the night he thought of Lylah, and how their relationship had come to an abrupt end. "I had no choice, things weren't this complicated when I made the promise to her," he repeated to himself, but that did not ease the burden of guilt he felt at having impregnated her and left her to her fate.Two years had passed since he last visited Ravenhurst, since he'd last seen her. How could it be that the child he conceived with her, in secret, without even knowing that a seed had been planted, would turn out to be the child announced in the prophecy? Thane paced his chambers restelessly, his mind racing. Some
RAVENHURST CLANThe winding road that led to Ravenhurst's Alphahold bustled with life as the warm sunlight cast a golden glow on the landscape. Thane smiled wistfullu he strolled along. The scene used to be a very familiar one, but it had been two years since his last visit, and the surroundings appeared a bit strange.Passers-by greeted him with respectful nods and bows - his attire, adorned with the intricate silver embroidery that signified his status as an Alpha, commanded attention and reverence. Councillor Tudor and two wardens walked with him, their small entourage exuding an aura of authority and power. News of Thane's arrival preceded him, such that by the time he got to the Alphahold, it was already abuzz with activity. In the spacious sitting room, Alpha Asher, Luna Poebele, Cormac, and a young woman stood, smiling graciously as Thane and Councillor Gallum walked in. "Greetings, Alpha Thane," Alpha Asher said, walking towards Thane and stretching his hand for a handshake.
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
Lylah’s morning began with silence, save for the occasional sound of the kitchen clock ticking rhythmically in the background. She stood by the stove, preparing a breakfast as if it were any other day, as though her world hadn’t gotten even worse over the last few weeks. The aroma of crispy bacon, sizzling eggs, and freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen, offering a fleeting comfort in an otherwise bleak atmosphere. But the food wasn’t for her; it was for Kael.She carefully arranged the tray—scrambled eggs, some bacon, a slice of buttered toast, and a cup of coffee—and, once everything was set, carried it from the kitchen with quiet determination. As she passed through the hallway, a security guard, who had been standing outside the door like a silent sentinel, followed her closely. Lylah didn’t mind the guard, though; she had grown used to the twenty-four hour surveillance. What she couldn't get used to was the coldness in Kael’s eyes every time he looked at her, as if she were n
A heavy silence cloaked the Great Hall after Thane's words. For a brief moment, it seemed the weight of truth might bind them.Then Alpha Hijar of Villapaw leaned back, one brow raised, voice laced with pointed skepticism. “You speak of unity as though it’s a simple thing, Thane,” he said. “But the clans are autonomous for a reason. Always have been. Your... noble motive notwithstanding,”—he tilted his head with a wry smirk—“suggesting that we all come together might sound heroic, but it’s just like telling us Alphas to give up our autonomy, and that's not the way of our kind.”Thane’s eyes flared, his patience strained. “This isn’t about anyone giving up his autonomy, Hijar! It’s about survival. About werewolves standing as one realm against a common enemy. Humans don’t care which banner we raise or which clan they attack first, they want us all gone.”Alpha Renosh raised a calming hand, his voice the most level among them. “I understand you, Thane. I truly do. But I also understand
The warm, amber glow of crystal lanterns hung from the high arched ceiling of the Great Hall, casting soft light over the polished timber walls and intricately patterned stone floor. The space was grand yet refined, a testament to Lunarville's blend of tradition and progress. The long council table, carved from a single ancient tree, stretched the length of the hall, surrounded by high-backed chairs marked with the sigils of each clan.Seven Alphas sat in their respective seats, their faces drawn with the gravity of the moment. Though the Great Hall buzzed faintly with the low hum of energy panels lining the edges—hidden cleverly behind natural textures—the air was heavy with silence. Tension rippled beneath the surface.At the head sat Alpha Thane, his expression as resolute as the blade of a warrior who has seen too many battles. His eyes swept the room before settling briefly on the youngest Alpha among them.“I want to acknowledge Alpha Cormac of Ravenhurst,” he began, his voice e