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
Despite Jasper's answers, Isabella was still not convinced and she asked him again "Why?” Her voice was soft but sharp with curiosity. “Why help me?” Jasper simply replied saying “I have heard about the prophecy and what is coming scares me, and you are a part of it. The least I can do is to help protect you” “The enemies of a new and united werewolf kingdom are everywhere and they will stop at nothing to stop all these from happening.” “Who are these enemies?” she asked He shook his head. “I don’t know yet, but they’re closer than you think. Be careful.” As he was leaving he turned to her and said in a voice laced with warning. “Trust no one, Isabella. Not even those you think you can.” As Jasper left, Isabella was bored and she began to walk around the sanctuary until she came to a room filled with books. The room smelt damp and the books were all old obviously from age and use. As she looked through the books she found that they were filled with books and an
The evening air was cool and it wanted to rain. Isabella decided to take a walk from the sanctuary down its path leading to the edge of the forest deep in thought. The sky became dark instantly and Isabella had to hurry back before the rain would come down on her and just then she saw her.A woman was standing at the edge of the trees that were on the side of the sanctuary, she had long silver hair that was shining in the evening light. She wore a dark cloak. Isabella's heart almost stopped as she saw the woman and she watched her closely as she stepped forward, her hand already on her dager ready to use it if it became necessary.Her eyes never left the woman's face. She noticed she had a deep look in her eyes like one who had been through a lot and had lived to tell her story.“I have been waiting for the right time to reach out to you,” the woman said, though her voice was soft but Isabella didn't relax. She was still alert.Isabella paused, took a step back, her whole body tensed,
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