로그인Zanny was once the cherished Luna of Silvercrest, a werewolf who believed love could warm even the coldest alpha. Instead, she endured silence, rejection and betrayal. Her husband, Alpha Clay, drifted into the arms of her own friend Selene, while their young son was slowly turned against her. When Zanny finally severed their bond, she thought she had freed herself from heartbreak, but fate and destiny had other plans. As Clay spirals into madness from the broken bond, Selene’s influence on him grows darker. Guided by her father Torag, a sorcerer who seeks to destroy the balance of the werewolf world, Selene orchestrates betrayals, poisons, and an attack meant to wipe out Silvercrest. As enemies awaken and alliances fracture, Zanny must choose between reshaping the Dark Breed’s destiny, a place that sheltered her, or honouring the roots they fought to preserve. And Clay must confront the consequences of the lies that tore apart his pack, his Luna and his heart. Power is shifting. Magic is stirring. And this is just the beginning.
더 보기Victory has a way of lying to you.It wraps itself around your shoulders like warmth after a long storm, whispers that it’s over, that you’ve survived, that whatever comes next will be easier.I believed that… for a moment.Standing in the Shallow Valleys, surrounded by the Darkbreeds, with Zach grabbing my arms and the echoes of battle finally fading into silence, I let myself breathe.Just once.Just long enough to feel it.He was real.Warm.Alive.Mine.His small fingers curled into the fabric of my clothing, holding on with a quiet certainty that cut deeper than any blade ever could. His head rested against my chest, his breathing soft, steady… grounding me in a way nothing else ever had.“I have you,” I murmured.Zach didn't say anything.The words came out softer than I expected.Not a command.Not a promise shouted into the void.Just… truth.Zira stood nearby, watching with something close to relief in her eyes. Aisha leaned against a rock not far off, her strength still reco
War has a rhythm.You don’t hear it at first. You think it’s chaos, noise, blood and fury colliding without meaning. But once you’ve stood in the middle of it, once you’ve felt it move through you, you realise…It’s not chaos.It’s a pulse.And that day, as I stood at the edge of Silvercrest with the Darkbreeds behind me, I could feel it.Steady.Building.Waiting.I had come back for one thing.Not revenge.Not dominance.Not even justice.Zach.Everything else—Would burn if it had to.“Are you ready?” Krager’s voice came from beside me.I didn’t look at him.My eyes were fixed ahead, on the towering gates of Silvercrest, on the wolves already gathering beyond them, on the tension thickening the air like a storm about to break.“I’ve been ready,” I said.That wasn’t entirely true.No one is ever ready for war.But I was ready for this.For what had to be done.Behind me, the Darkbreeds shifted, their presence unlike anything Silvercrest had ever faced. They weren’t wolves. They didn
I didn’t remember deciding to kill her.Like my thoughts were playing it all over again.Not in the way people think decisions happen, with thought and hesitation and consequence weighed like stones in your hand.It was simpler than that.Cleaner.I knew.Selene was on her knees, her breath uneven, her composure shattered in a way I had never seen before. The woman who had stood in front of me with quiet certainty, who had dismissed me, mocked me, controlled everything around her like a puppeteer, was gone.What remained was something fragile.Something stripped.And I could feel it.That thread.That connection that had always been there between her and Clay… between her and whatever unnatural hold she had built over this place.It was unravelling.Because of me.Because I had touched it.Because I had torn something away.Her eyes lifted slowly to mine.And for the first time—There was no calculation in them.No manipulation.Just… realisation.“You…” she whispered, her voice barel
We left him in silence.Not the kind that fades gently or settles into something peaceful. This one followed us, stretched between every step like a thread pulled too tight, threatening to snap at any moment. Clay didn’t call me back. He didn’t stop me. But I could feel his gaze long after I turned away, like something unfinished hanging between us.Selene walked ahead, her posture composed, controlled, as if nothing we had said had touched her. But I had seen it. That flicker. That fracture. She was holding it together, but barely.Zimora lingered closer to me this time.Not behind.Not ahead.Beside.Curious.Watching.“You’re either very brave,” she said softly, “or very foolish.”“Maybe both,” I replied.She smiled slightly.“I hope it’s the second.”I didn’t answer.Because my attention had already shifted.Something or someone caught my eye just ahead, at the turn of the corridor.A shadow where there shouldn’t have been one.A figure half-hidden, half-still, like it didn’t want
The fire had burned lower by the time the weight of our conversation finally settled over the cave.For a long while, none of us spoke. The flames cracked softly, occasionally sending sparks drifting upward toward the dark ceiling of the cavern. Outside, the forest breathed its slow, restless rhyth
Pain has a strange way of stretching time.Lying there on the infirmary bed, I could not tell if minutes or hours had passed since Aghata collapsed beside me. My body felt like a battlefield that had not yet realised the war was over. Every breath scraped through my chest. My ribs protested even th
They say the walls of Silvercrest Hall are carved from stone older than memory. That day, I believed they were carved from betrayal.Elder Torin stood at the centre platform, his white hair braided with silver threads that marked his rank, his staff striking the marble floor once, twice, demanding
There was only one being I had ever seen challenge Clay, one who could match him in strength and cunning. The DarkBreed, he was terrifying, unpredictable, and perhaps my only hope of learning what I needed to survive. Not for revenge, not for anger, but for power. For protection. For the future I c
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