Seraphina could see the doubts on all their faces, she could hear the murmurs of their disapproval as she stood at the front of the room, her heart was racing terribly and as prepared as she had been for this moment, the look on their faces made her begin to doubt herself again.The Pure Alpha, the one who the prophecy said was going to either save them or destroy everything had to be guided by someone and that person was her. He needs to learn how to control the power that flows through him as he's just a child.She’d spent years running from the prophecy, running from the fact that she had been chosen to carry the weight of it. And now the time to act and step into the role that fate has placed on her had come and there was no more running from it.“Seraphina.” someone called herShe turned and saw it was one of the oldest council members that had called her, and he had a sneering look on his face.“Are you telling us now that the Pure Alpha child, someone who has been said to bring
The camp smelled of iron and fire. Tristan was standing alone in the central circle, he was sweating profusely. The darkness within him seemed to return and he was trying seriously to fight it. His breathing was heavy; he had to support himself with his sword as the force was so strong he could barely stand on his own.He saw shadows, and at the same time he was hearing voices telling him to burn everything down and run. The madness was returning, it was the voice of the first Alpha.At that point he realized that the curse had not ended, it was still there somewhere waiting to come out.He held tightly to the blade of his sword as he tried to steady himself. He had to fight this, there was no way he was letting this madness take over him again. Especially not now that they have been through a lot.He thought the curse had been broken, but it was clear to him now that the power was s there. Probably hidden or buried as he could feel the rage and hunger that came with it.Isabella had
“You always know how to find me,” she said, smiling brightly as she saw him.“I wanted to see you,” Leandro replied as he walked closer.Leandro had been watching her for sometime now as she was playing with the water. He just stood watching, marvelling at how she was skillfully controlling her magic. Each time he saw her, all he wanted to do was to mark her as his mate. She made him always want to lose control of himself but he held himself. He wanted her to be readyIt was the first time he was seeing her alone after the binding ritual with Tristan. She had changed in so many ways. She seemed to carry herself better now, like she was in total control of who she is and had accepted her fate and powers.“Come she said,” holding out her hands to him.He saw her eyes then, there was a certain beautiful glow to them, not of enchantment but they seemed to have so much awareness in them.He walked towards her with confidence all the while looking at her. As he dipped his boots in the water
Leandros arms were hurting him already by the time they got to the pack's stronghold. But he didn't dare put her down nor did he let anyone take her from him. His shirt was soaked with her blood. His eyes never left her face for a second. He was very afraid, he didn't want to lose her.They had lost Malik to this terrible evil battle, Ena though alive limped throughout their journey back to the camp. The death of Malik, a painful reminder of what they had been through. As they approached the pack grounds, every step felt heavier than the last. Seraphina was still breathing, but barely.That small, fragile breath was all that mattered now.The healer’s den was in sight. The scent of herbs and old wood filled the air as they crossed the threshold, and Isabella and Lydia were already there, waiting. Isabella's hands moved with purpose, sweeping through the door before Leandro even had a chance to speak, already reaching for Seraphina with the efficiency of someone who had done this too
The boy was changing.Not slowly, like the seasons that crept in unnoticed, but with the kind of sudden violence only a storm could bring. A force that moved through the calm, ripping apart everything it touched. It began quietly, almost imperceptibly, with dreams.It was never clear where they came from. Whispers in languages Lioran had never been taught. Visions of forests burning, wolves howling at shattered moons, mountains splitting open like the skin of an ancient beast. At first, Isabella thought it was nothing but nightmares. The child was young, too young to be burdened by the weight of visions. And yet, every morning he woke, silent and distant. His eyes weren’t wide with fear, though. They never were.He woke still, watching something only he could hear.Something that made him different.Tristan noticed it too. Lyon’s eyes had changed. They were no longer those of a child, full of innocence and wonder. They had become something else, heavy. A depth that Tristan had only se
The night was a dark and lonely one. Tristan was standing outside the chamber. He tested on the stone walls as he looked at his son sleeping. According to Seraphina, he was in a trance of Deep Sleep.He hated this kind of helplessness he was feeling now. Lyon had always been difficult to understand. If not for Seraphina who had been helping to guide him. This new silence of sleep was way too heavy for both Tristan and Isabella.No one knew what to do, even the wolves that were sworn to protect him were all helpless. As Tristan was Deep in thoughts, the air around him changed. He didn't need to guess as he already sensed the presence of the Moon Goddess Her voice was soft as always but firmer this time.“You’ve been waiting a long time, Tristan.”He couldn't respond. Her presence already signifies that whatever the child was going through was tied to his destiny. The Moon Goddess had always been revered by them for years. “You are here again?”Tristan asked her, his voice was tired f
Days after Lyon fell into sleep, the wolves were gathered around the fire all waiting and watching. Waiting for him to wake up. Ena had recovered from the wounds she sustained during the battle of the Hollowed. Her pups were gathered with her when the eldest of them asked.“Mama, why is everyone saying the Pure Alpha is to heal the land? Isabella the land cursed?”Enas' heart skipped a beat as she looked at her son's face and then decided that it was time he knew how they got to where they are today. “I'll tell you all about it my child,” she said.“Decades ago, the werewolf kingdom had enjoyed great unity and they had all been under one banner, and the sacred stones altar. The reign of the first Alpha had been a great one. He was a great leader who was seen as a king, even a god among the wolves. It was said that he had the strength of the earth under his feet and that the fire of the stars ran in his blood.The first Alpha was highly respected and adored among his people. His golde
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
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
Days after Lyon fell into sleep, the wolves were gathered around the fire all waiting and watching. Waiting for him to wake up. Ena had recovered from the wounds she sustained during the battle of the Hollowed. Her pups were gathered with her when the eldest of them asked.“Mama, why is everyone saying the Pure Alpha is to heal the land? Isabella the land cursed?”Enas' heart skipped a beat as she looked at her son's face and then decided that it was time he knew how they got to where they are today. “I'll tell you all about it my child,” she said.“Decades ago, the werewolf kingdom had enjoyed great unity and they had all been under one banner, and the sacred stones altar. The reign of the first Alpha had been a great one. He was a great leader who was seen as a king, even a god among the wolves. It was said that he had the strength of the earth under his feet and that the fire of the stars ran in his blood.The first Alpha was highly respected and adored among his people. His golde
The night was a dark and lonely one. Tristan was standing outside the chamber. He tested on the stone walls as he looked at his son sleeping. According to Seraphina, he was in a trance of Deep Sleep.He hated this kind of helplessness he was feeling now. Lyon had always been difficult to understand. If not for Seraphina who had been helping to guide him. This new silence of sleep was way too heavy for both Tristan and Isabella.No one knew what to do, even the wolves that were sworn to protect him were all helpless. As Tristan was Deep in thoughts, the air around him changed. He didn't need to guess as he already sensed the presence of the Moon Goddess Her voice was soft as always but firmer this time.“You’ve been waiting a long time, Tristan.”He couldn't respond. Her presence already signifies that whatever the child was going through was tied to his destiny. The Moon Goddess had always been revered by them for years. “You are here again?”Tristan asked her, his voice was tired f
The boy was changing.Not slowly, like the seasons that crept in unnoticed, but with the kind of sudden violence only a storm could bring. A force that moved through the calm, ripping apart everything it touched. It began quietly, almost imperceptibly, with dreams.It was never clear where they came from. Whispers in languages Lioran had never been taught. Visions of forests burning, wolves howling at shattered moons, mountains splitting open like the skin of an ancient beast. At first, Isabella thought it was nothing but nightmares. The child was young, too young to be burdened by the weight of visions. And yet, every morning he woke, silent and distant. His eyes weren’t wide with fear, though. They never were.He woke still, watching something only he could hear.Something that made him different.Tristan noticed it too. Lyon’s eyes had changed. They were no longer those of a child, full of innocence and wonder. They had become something else, heavy. A depth that Tristan had only se
Leandros arms were hurting him already by the time they got to the pack's stronghold. But he didn't dare put her down nor did he let anyone take her from him. His shirt was soaked with her blood. His eyes never left her face for a second. He was very afraid, he didn't want to lose her.They had lost Malik to this terrible evil battle, Ena though alive limped throughout their journey back to the camp. The death of Malik, a painful reminder of what they had been through. As they approached the pack grounds, every step felt heavier than the last. Seraphina was still breathing, but barely.That small, fragile breath was all that mattered now.The healer’s den was in sight. The scent of herbs and old wood filled the air as they crossed the threshold, and Isabella and Lydia were already there, waiting. Isabella's hands moved with purpose, sweeping through the door before Leandro even had a chance to speak, already reaching for Seraphina with the efficiency of someone who had done this too