The cloud was heavy and a storm was brewing. The sky lit up with a flash of lightning, the noise could be heard everywhere. The packs were on the battlefield and were not disturbed by the storm.They stood ready. All of them standing in rows accordingly. Rows of wolves, blades, archers, and elders lined the valley’s edge, all gathered in their battle formations. Their breath mixed into the cold air, but not a single person trembled. They had long passed the point of fear. They knew what was coming. And they had all made the choice to stand. Tristan stood in front of them, his eyes sharp as a blade as he focused intently at the treelines. Isabella held Lyon close, wrapped tight in ceremonial cloth. The pendant from the Moon Goddess rested gently against the child’s chest, a symbol of protection, of fate. Lyon was quiet as he stood watching them. Almost as if he was waiting. And then without notice they charged forward from the edge of the forest.The enemy didn’t charge in as wolves o
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
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
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
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
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,” 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
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
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