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
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
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
“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