The first light of dawn seeped through the dense canopy of the Whispering Woods, casting a pale glow on the restless faces of Kael’s soldiers. The forest, with its ancient trees and tangled roots, seemed alive—watching, waiting. Every snap of a twig or rustle of leaves echoed like a warning.
Kael moved silently among his men, a figure of calm amid the brewing storm. His mind raced, balancing strategy with the gnawing dread that the rebels might know more than their scouts had reported.
Rylan approached, his voice barely a whisper. “Your Grace, the rebels have fortified a clearing near the old stone altar. They’ve set traps along the eastern path.”
Kael’s jaw tightened. “Then we will use another route. Send word to the archers—position them along the ridge to the west. We need to cut off their retreat.”
As orders were given, Kael’s thoughts drifted to Lyra again—her fierce spirit, her unwavering courage. But beneath the warmth of their love lay a shadow, a secret that threatened to unravel everything.
He recalled the letter he had found just days before—a message from an unknown hand, warning of betrayal within his own ranks. The words burned in his mind: Not everyone who fights by your side is loyal.
Kael’s heart clenched. Who could it be? Which trusted soul harbored deceit?
The forest suddenly erupted in chaos. Rebel arrows hissed through the air, striking trees and armor alike. Kael raised his sword, signaling his men to advance with precision and ferocity. The clash was brutal—metal rang against metal, cries of pain mingled with shouts of defiance.
Amid the battle, Kael’s eyes caught a figure slipping through the trees—too swift, too deliberate to be a simple soldier. His grip tightened on his blade as he pursued, weaving through the underbrush.
The figure stopped by a fallen log, pulling off a hood to reveal the unmistakable face of Edrin, one of Kael’s closest advisors. Betrayal crashed down on him like a tidal wave.
“Why?” Kael demanded, voice low but furious.
Edrin’s eyes were cold, unrepentant. “You’ve been blind, Kael. The kingdom is doomed under your rule. I serve a better future—a future without your weakness.”
Kael’s anger flared, but beneath it lay a sorrow deeper than any wound. “You once swore loyalty. Was it all a lie?”
Edrin only smiled, then vanished into the forest, leaving Kael with a choice that would change everything.
As the battle raged on, Kael’s resolve hardened. He would root out the traitors, protect the kingdom, and fight for the love that gave him strength.
But the shadows of betrayal were long, and the price of trust was higher than he had ever imagined.
Kael paused for a moment, chest heaving from the chase and the weight of betrayal pressing down on him. His gaze drifted to the distant horizon, where the first rays of sunlight promised a new day—yet inside, a storm raged.
If even those closest to him could turn against him, then who could he truly trust? His thoughts flickered to Lyra once more, and a fierce determination ignited within him. Whatever the cost, he would uncover the truth and protect everything they both held dear, even if it meant standing alone against the darkness.
The moment the Alpha King declared that I was to remain by his side, the palace walls seemed to close in on me. Whispers followed me like shadows; servants froze mid-task when I walked by, their eyes filled with equal parts pity and intrigue. I was no longer just a rogue... I was his mate—an unwelcome truth in a kingdom carved by tradition and bloodlines.But being by his side didn’t mean I was safe.The Council had yet to fully accept me, and though Kael had ordered their silence, the venom in Elder Barron’s gaze said more than words ever could. I wasn’t meant to survive the weight of this court.I sat in the royal gardens that evening, my hands digging absently into the dark soil of the herb bed as the moon began its rise. I longed for my pack, my freedom. Instead, I was bound to a life I hadn’t chosen, tied to a King who claimed me in words but kept his heart locked behind centuries of duty.Footsteps approached—firm, slow, and deliberate. Kael.“I told you not to wander the palace
The forest never truly slept.Even after the confrontation at the ancient dais, Selene could feel it watching her—breathing, waiting. The whispers hadn’t stopped since that night. They echoed in her ears with every step she took through the palace, like secrets carried on invisible threads. Sometimes they came in the voice of the moon goddess. Other times, in a language no one alive should understand.Back in Silverfang Palace, the grand halls felt too bright, too hollow. Marble floors gleamed with perfection, yet everything was coated with a sheen of unease. No one else knew what had happened in the forest. Aleron had made her promise to keep it hidden—for now.“They’ll fear you,” he had said grimly, gripping her hands like a lifeline. “And if they fear you, they’ll try to control you. Or kill you.”Selene wasn’t sure what terrified her more—the truth of what she might be or the knowledge that her mate believed she might be hunted for it.She stood now at the window of her chambers,
The night air was heavy with an ominous chill, thick with the scent of moss, earth, and something far older—something primal. Selene stood at the edge of the ancient forest, her pulse racing as the trees seemed to whisper secrets in the dark.Behind her, the grand halls of Silverfang Palace echoed with music and merriment—another celebration, another distraction. But tonight, she couldn’t stay behind polished walls pretending not to feel the call.She could sense it—something was shifting.The blood moon was only days away, and for the first time since she arrived at Silverfang, the forest felt... alive. Restless.Selene gripped the silver dagger Aleron had given her, its ornate handle warm in her palm. She wasn’t supposed to be out here. Especially not alone. But the voice in her dreams had returned—louder, insistent.“Come to the glade where the moon first kissed the earth,” it had said.She took a cautious step forward.Snap.She spun, dagger raised.“Easy, little flame.” Aleron em
The moon hung high in the ink-black sky, casting an ethereal glow over the towering pines that guarded the outskirts of the Nightfang territory. The world was quiet, but inside Seraya, a storm raged.She stood near the tree line in silence, barefoot on the damp soil. The crisp wind tugged at the hem of her nightdress, and her silver hair glistened under the moonlight. This was where she came when she couldn’t breathe, when the walls of the palace closed in and the whispers of the pack became too loud. Out here, with the scent of pine and soil, she could pretend—pretend she wasn’t mated to the most powerful Alpha alive. Pretend she wasn’t forbidden.She closed her eyes and leaned against the rough bark of a tree. Her fingers curled into fists as she tried to ground herself. The bond between her and Killian was a living thing, always tugging, always calling. It was worse at night. More intense. Like their souls reached for each other in the dark.“You always run here when you’re trouble
The forest was unusually silent that night. No rustling of leaves, no howling wind, not even the usual chirps of nocturnal birds. It was the kind of silence that felt loud—a warning cloaked in stillness. Elena felt it in her bones as she paced behind the pack house, her heart still pounding from her earlier encounter with Lucien.She couldn’t erase the sensation of his fingertips brushing her skin, the way his voice had dipped low when he’d called her “mine.” It had sounded possessive. Dangerous. But what scared her more wasn’t him—it was her own response. She had felt something. Something more than fear.Something primal.Something forbidden.“You should be resting,” came a voice from behind her. She didn’t need to turn to know it was Kael, her best friend, and the beta of the Crescent Blood Pack. He was the only person who knew the truth—knew that she wasn’t just another omega. She was the daughter of a disgraced alpha and the bearer of a secret that could dismantle the pack if it c
The dawn was eerily silent as Kael returned to the heart of the camp, the captured traitor bound and under heavy guard. The faces of his people—worn, anxious, yet hopeful—greeted him as he approached the great fire pit, the center of their gathering. Today was not just about punishment; it was about setting a precedent.Kael’s mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. Betrayal cut deep, but he understood the desperation that could drive a soul to darkness. Still, the laws of the pack could not be bent for sympathy alone. To survive, they had to be united, strong, and unyielding.The tribal council assembled quickly, a circle of elders and warriors whose judgments shaped the fate of the kingdom. Kael took his place at the head, his gaze fierce and commanding. The traitor was brought forward, eyes lowered in shame.“Why should this man be spared?” Kael asked the council, voice steady but heavy.Eira, standing close by, spoke first. “He endangered us all, King. Our enemies will see weakn