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
Isabella, the daughter of Alpha Leclair was on the training field. She moved with great precision and skill, very quick and she didn't look or feel tired even though it was an intense fight. Her packmates on the training ground, watching her every move with great admiration. Most of them envied her and wished they could fight like her. Her opponent attacked, he was a big warrior with broad chest, battle-hardened warrior, with years of experience but Isabella outsmarted him effortlessly, she moved on her feet and her braided hair flung out like a whip behind her. She dodged his every move very well and hit him on his ribs with her elbow causing the warrior to cry out with pain, but Isabella didn’t give him time to recover. She turned around quickly, sweeping his legs from under him, making him fall on the ground and before he could gather himself she was on top of him, her dagger on his throat. The crowd of people who had stopped their own training to watch her clapped. “She’s incre
Blood moon encounter(The prophecy unveiled)Isabella in the heat of the moment still held onto her dagger. “You’re not from our pack and you obviously are trespassing.” She said in a steady voice even though her heart was pounding in her chest. He bent his head slightly amused at her statement. “I'm very much aware of whose lands I presently stand on,” he said.“Such arrogance” Isabella thought” She stood her ground, neither moving nor blinking but her wolf kept jumping beneath her skin, restless. He took another step forward effortlessly and for some reason she couldn't understand, his scent intrigued her. “Who are you?” she demanded. He smiled lazily, “Tristan Wolfe.” The name sent a shock through her. She knew that name. Everyone did. The rogue Alpha. His name was whispered amongst the packs as a wolf who answered to no one, obeyed no rules and he was feared. Her stance stiffened. “You need to leave.” Tristan didn’t move. “Or what?” he asked mockingly. Isabell
Tristan woke up suddenly, he was sweating profusely. The dream had felt too real. He got out of bed rubbing a hand on his head as he tried to make sense of the dream or vision, whatever it could be called. In it he had seen a child, his eyes too bright, his voice too strong. A child that called to something deep inside him. He swung his legs over the edge of the makeshift bed he’d claimed for himself, his muscles tensed as he tried to shake the feeling off, but it wouldn’t leave. He wasn’t the kind of man to dwell on such things. He was a rogue, he answered to no one and didn't play by any rules. He was a man who didn't believe power was given by fate but that it had to be taken. And yet, his fists clenched. He had felt something in that vision, something that had unsettled him. Just then there was a knock on his makeshift cabin door. It was his second in command, Maddox. “Tristan, what happened to you? You look like someone who just saw a ghost” he said, noticing the expre
The Lunaris pack had just withstood the most devastating attack. Buildings had been burnt and destroyed, it lay in ruins. They had lost a lot of warriors. As Isabella walked through it all, her heart was heavy. They had defended their home with everything they had and yet it lay in ruins. Lives lost and families left to begin to pick up the pieces of their lives again from scratch. The healers did their best to attend to everyone who needed attending to, but even they were beginning to be exhausted as they worked tirelessly round the clock. The attack had been too precise to be taken at face value. As far as she was concerned it wasn't a random attack. She believed it wasn't a rogue attack. They are dealing with a much greater and powerful enemy. She searched immediately for her father and found him at the central post near the pack's entry. He was with some of his best warriors. His posture was rigid, as he stood looking for survivors. She walked up to her father with slow but deli
Alpha Leclair stared at Isabella and then asked in a thunderous voice, “What is this I hear, Isabella?” “What did you hear, father?” Isabella asked in return. Alpha Leclair was mad with fury “Don't test me young girl” he said in a low and menacingly controlled voice. “Is it true that you are pregnant?”At that point she didn't see the need to keep stalling but she also knew that her father's anger at this point could burn the whole house down if she told him the truth but she didn't have a choice. “It's true father” Isabella said, unable to look her father in the eyes. “Who is the father?” He asked in a voice that showed he was doing all that he could at that point to control his anger and Isabella knew that one stupid answer could bring down her father's wrath on her, but how could she tell him that the child she was carrying was for a rogue alpha. “Who?” he asked again. Her pulse pounded. “Tristan Wolfe.” she replied in a barely audible voice. Alpha Leclair was stunn
When Isabella was taking her things to leave after the argument with her father, she did not waste her time in thinking he would come to his senses and stop her, because she knew he wouldn’t. She had always known somehow that this day would come though she hadn't known it would be under such circumstances.She went to get her horse whom she had named Luna. The horse was strong and silver grey in color. Isabella took one last look at the packs surroundings just before she left its boundaries. She wasn't happy leaving the pack in this way but her father had left her with no other choice than to choose her child over the pack. She must protect the child and find a way to unite the fractured packs and save the dying werewolf kingdom. Her only comfort being that she would have Tristan by her side as she rode out of the gates on her horse, but as she rode on her horse away from the pack and into the forest, she couldn't help the feeling that there were dark forces hiding in the darkness of
“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
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
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
“Seraphina,” Tristan’s voice cut through the quiet. “Is there anything else?”“I have said it all.”His eyes were dark, and searching as he looked at her.“How can you carry both of those bloodlines? The Hollow Born, the Moonbloods, they’re too much. They don’t belong in one person.”Seraphina sighed. “I wasn’t given a choice, Tristan, this is what I am.”Leandro walked over to them then, his face grim. “The question isn’t how she carries both bloodlines. The real question is how she’ll be able to control the power inside her.”Seraphina observed all of them, and knew they were all battling with her revelation between them, feeling the weight of their gazes. Tristan’s voice was low, almost threatening. “But she has to decide, or it will decide for her.” Tristan said, his voice calm but hard.She nodded. “I know.”Later that night, Seraphina was on her own, thinking about everything. Ever since the conversation earlier in the day, she had been on her own, avoiding any contacts with
From the hearth a gentle crackling fire cast its warmth across the room. At this moment the stone walls showed shifting darkness as a mix of pine scent and wet night air filled the room. Seraphina occupied the space by the fire while her expression remained distant because she was worried by the council's decisions.From his position near the window Leandro stood rigidly. He hadn’t spoken much since their return from the northern woods, and Seraphina knew why. The forest had changed them all. What Leandro had witnessed in the woods, the power surge and how it had affected her had changed everything. The thought that she could have died. “Leandro, please try to understand,”Seraphina said with a soft voice as she stood near the stone table. Her hands laid gently on the cold stone table as she stood there while her fingers tapping absently on the table.Leandro turned from the window, his eyes locked onto hers. “Understand what, Seraphina? You’ve already told me enough. That tree… th
Seraphina stood alone, under the evening moonlight. She was standing by the old stone altar. She knew what it stood for. It was a reminder of the ancient ways. A way long forgotten by all, but she knew.Leandro found her there, just as he always did. He finds that he always had this raw need to always search her out and spend time talking with her. Seraphina could always sense him whenever he's there and his presence gives her comfort. She finds that she enjoys his presence.“Why do I get the feeling that you weren't at the council meeting on purpose?” he asked.“You think you know me so well now huh? Anyways, you are correct. There was nothing left for me to say.”Leandro moved closer to her. He had always admired her strength and courage. The way she carried the burden of her role in the prophecy and he had come to respect her more ever since she had opened up to him about it.“You don't fear me?” She asked in a small voice. He could sense her hesitation.“Do you want me to?” He ask
Tristan stood battle ready. Their days of peace, suddenly over. Below him, warriors were scrambling into formation, young wolves moving towards the center ring, elders were awake and putting on their weapons ready for battle. The alarm had reached every pack.The ancient gate wasn’t just breached. It was open.Isabella burst into the room, holding Lyon, she was still in her night robe and her hair was tangled from sleep. “He's glowing again,” she said to Tristan “But this one is different from the previous one, it's like he's calling out to something.”“He's humming,” Tristan noted as they both looked at the boy.Lyon was humming, and suddenly the atmosphere changed, sounds could be heard from nature itself as the trees began to shake and the earth they were standing on started to vibrate. It was as if bones buried were waking up.“Is he waking something up?” Isabella said to Tristan with a confused look “No he isn't,” Seraphina said as she stood by the door. Mud and rain on her bo
The shaking was a very scary one. It sounded like a beast that was in serious pains.There was dust everywhere inside the chambers and the council members were all coughing, each one covering their mouths and nose to reduce the effect of the dust.The trees outside were bending as if they were bowing down to a powerful presence. And suddenly everything stopped. And a deafening silence was felt everywhere. Gradually everyone began to gather themselves, though they were all still in shock. The shadows had disappeared and not one was left after that violent tremble of the earth.Isabella was in shock as she held on to Lyon, he had been shaking the whole time in her arms, as his body glowed with great power that was coming from within him, and suddenly he became still. His body no longer glowed, just a little too warm as she touched him.Her heart beat increased as she looked at him, the heat coming from his body was too much, obviously from the power that had radiated through him. Just th
The days of peace were growing thinner. The lands were quiet, but not calm. Birds changed their flight paths. Wolves reported strange echoes in the woods, conversations heard with no one seen speaking, trees bringing sap that shined for absolutely no reason. And every night, Lyon cried in his sleep, his eyes faintly glowing even while he was asleep.Tristan was standing on the edge of the western cliffs, he put his hands and the tip of his sword always in a battle ready mode. He was watching the forest, but it was all so quiet now but he was not deceived by that stillness. He knew anything can happen anytime and he told himself he should be prepared.Isabella walked towards him, he felt her presence even before she spoke. “Another report came in,” she said. “Three scouts didn’t return, and there was no trace or scent.”Tristan spoke, but you could hear the tension in his voice. “That’s the fourth group this week.”“They’re pushing closer.”“They’re waiting for us to break.”Isabel