The sky was heavy and a storm was about to break. Lightning bolts could be seen across the sky. And the wind? It was there, sure, but it didn’t carry any scent, any direction. It was just... still. Silent. Empty.And the forest, once alive with the usual chirps, rustling leaves, and the chatter of birds? Yeah, it was quiet too. In the heart of the kingdom, inside the temple, Isabella stood at the map table. Her fingers hovered over a marked ridge, a place that hadn’t been there before. Not until the rift cracked the earth open. The dark forces weren’t just creeping anymore. Oh no. They were marching, bold and unrelenting.Leandro entered, his steps soft but carrying the weight of something heavy. “The eastern scouts haven’t returned,” he said, his voice quiet, almost too quiet.Isabella didn’t even look up. “They won’t.”The air felt thicker, heavier. Seraphina stepped into the room behind him, her tone sharp as always. “We’re losing ground by the hour. They’ve found the leyline, I
The celebrations were over and the united packs were still enjoying the fact that they had some peace at least for the time.Leandro and Isabella thought it was going to be wise to let everyone know about the baby they were expecting.“So you think they'll approve?” She asked, scared.“What makes you think they won't?”“Well maybe because of my bloodline, plus the fact that we still have a lot of battles ahead of us. It might not be a proper time to be having children.”“Your bloodline is who you are, you didn't choose it. And if I'm fine with it then I guess everyone should be.” Leandro replied with anger in his voice.There was a heavy silence between them, one filled with so much tension. Isabella and Rhyke were a few meters away from them.“Let's go tell them,” Leo said to her while Seraphina followed reluctantly.There was joy in the air, but it came with a kind of heavy weight. Almost as if they all knew that something will happen soon that will scatter the peace and joy they al
For the first time in, well, ages, the air was still. The wolves of the united packs seemed to enjoy some time of peace. Their spirits were lighter, their bodies stronger from all the training and, well, the unity they’d worked so hard to achieve. Lyon, the Pure Alpha, and his father, Tristan stood at the heart of the stronghold. They both looked out over the land, the same land that had been split apart by so much bloodshed, and now, well, it was slowly healing. The progress was slow but real. People thought it was impossible, this unity, this peace, but here they were. They’d defeated Alistair Blackwood and Declan Hawke. Edmund Drake’s forces were scattered. For the first time in generations, the wolves could breathe easy, without fear of an attack around the corner. And it wasn’t just the packs that were feeling the change. Love had started to bloom in the most unlikely places. Leandro and Seraphinas love for each other had begun to blossom especially after he had almost lost her
It was the morning after the battle with Edmund Drake and his dark forces. And today the wolves were waiting as something was about to happen. Something big. Something more than just the usual pack business.Yesterday was all about celebration. There had been feasts, laughter, stories told around the fire, everyone was on a high. They'd pledged their loyalty to Lyon, the Pure Alpha. It was a day that made them long for a brighter future. But today? Well, today wasn’t about celebrations.Today, the Pure Alpha child would speak.Tristan stood before the crowd, his eyes fixed on the small figure standing in front of him. His son. Only ten years old, yet there he was, already carrying the weight of the whole damn kingdom on his tiny shoulders. The child, the one from the prophecy, the one they said would fix the broken world. There was this aura around him, this presence, that made people believe. And now? Now, he was about to take his first step into that role.Lyon stood beside his fath
Days had passed since the battle at the clearing, the one that had sealed the fate of Alistair Blackwood and Declan Hawke. The united packs were growing stronger under Lyons leadership. The peace they were enjoying now was just for some time as there was more to come. The battle with Declan and Alistair was just the beginning.Lyon was outside when he suddenly felt the change in the atmosphere. It was the energy of darkness and he immediately sensed that it was Edmund Drake.Edmund was a master at dark magic manipulation and he used fear to control his wolves who had followed him because he had promised them power and domination.Edmund believed in the old ways, in ruling through strength and bloodshed. And now, his dark forces were lurking around and Lyon could sense it.Lyon immediately gathered the packs preparing their minds for what was coming. There was no show of fear in them anymore as they had great faith in the Pure Alpha. Lyon was ready as the power pulsed through him, stea
Not long after, the battles began. Two rival Alphas had come together under a dangerous alliance to attack.Alistair Blackwood, stood at the front. He had a cold look on his face and revenge on his mind. They had come for one reason and one reason alone, to bring down the united packs. The Pure Alpha had risen, despite all their attempts. His pride, and greed for power, wouldn't allow him to accept that he was defeated the first time. His legacy depended on it.Beside him stood Declan Hawke, the two had formed a dangerous.gerous alliance. His pack had been the first to challenge the growing alliance of the united wolves, but they had underestimated the strength of the Pure Alpha. They had failed. Now, they have gone to regroup again and come for a final battle.“We mustn't lose again, otherwise we will have no respect before our people,” Declan said with desperation in his voice.“I hear the Pure Alpha’s power is stronger even now than before. He’s already won the loyalty of so many,
Three days later, Tristan was awake and he felt as good as new. He was so happy to see that Lyon was awake. Isabella was by his side.“Lyon has to take his rightful place as the Alpha, he's meant to lead and we are to follow.” He said to Isabella Isabella nodded in understanding.“She came to you again.”“Yes,” she did. “She says for Lyon to attain his full powers, I have to hand over the mantle of leadership to him as the new Alpha.”Isabella was quiet. She didn't say anything immediately.Just as they were speaking Leandro walked in.“Glad to see you back on your feet again my man,” he said beaming with smiles.“Gather the council, it's time for the True Alpha to lead and begin the fulfillment of his destiny.”“Right away, Tristan,” Leandro answered, turning around immediately to go carry out his orders.“Tristan,” Isabella began.“I fear that Lyon is too young for such a burden to be placed on his shoulders.”“Have no fear my love, I know that he's still a child and that's why he
Everyone had been silent after the battle. The wolves all moved about with a new kind of respect for their Alpha while they all wondered if he was going to make it.Tristan lay still inside the high chamber. Isabella was at his side as he was hanging onto life by a thread. Sleep had disappeared from her eyes. She couldn't cry anymore, she held on willing herself to not break under the weight of the fear for his life as she watched her husband.She heard the door behind her open and shut and heard his voice before she saw him.“They are gathered, waiting,” he said.“Let them wait,” she said as she turned to look at him.“Izzy..” Leandro called to her as he saw the sad look in her eyes.”“He'll make it. Tristan has never been one to give up so easily.”“Thank you,” she said as she got up slowly, kissed his forehead as she said.“I'll make your sacrifice worth it.”“Let's go,” she said with a nod as she turned to Leandro.The hall was filled when she entered with Alphas from every corner
The fires that surrounded the stronghold had never burned as bright as they did that night. But inside the stone walls, there was only cold. And deep beneath the temple, where the ground trembled with the weight of ancient magic, Lyon slept. Unchanged, untouched by the years that had passed. Preserved by magic so old, it seemed to exist outside of time itself.Isabella went to him every morning. Sometimes she smiled, remembering the joy in his laughter. Other times, her eyes would fill with tears as she spoke of things that no longer seemed possible. But there was never any pleading in her voice. No desperate calls for him to wake.She only waited.But while Isabella kept vigil, Tristan did not wait. He worked every day, he moved with purpose. He gathered the leaders, called forth those who would listen to him, and those who would fear what might happen if they didn’t. The packs came together slowly, some out of respect, others out of pure survival. They knew the stakes. They had seen