INICIAR SESIÓNFor one horrifying second, it felt as though even the air itself stopped moving.Then chaos exploded. Cries rang out instantly.Some elders slammed fists onto tables in rage while others cursed loudly in disbelief.One omega among the servants burst into tears near the entrance.And suddenly— Delilah cried out sharply before collapsing dramatically onto the floor.Several elders jolted in alarm.“Lady Delilah!”Delon immediately rushed forward with convincing concern. “Take her back to her chambers!” he barked at the guards. “And call the healer immediately!”The guards obeyed swiftly, carrying her unconscious body out of the hall.The moment she disappeared through the doors, Delon slowly straightened again, his face still painted with grief.Inside however? He was smiling.It took several minutes before the hall finally settled enough for words again.Then Elder Rowan rose slowly from his seat.SLAM!His cane struck the stone floor heavily and the noise silenced everyone instantly.“
Night had fully descended upon the Nightclaw Pack.The wind blew cold across the mountains, carrying with it an uneasy stillness that made even the guards at the western gate feel restless. Torches flickered violently against the stone walls while clouds gathered heavily above the dark sky, threatening rain.It was during that strange silence that one of the sentries suddenly narrowed his eyes toward the distant path.A horse racing toward the gates.No— Not racing… Stumbling.The animal galloped unevenly, breathing harshly as though it had been pushed beyond its limits. Its rider hung limply over the saddle, unmoving beneath the darkness.“Open the gate!” one of the guards shouted immediately.The moment the horse crossed into the courtyard, it gave a strained cry and halted abruptly.And the rider fell. His body hit the ground with a sickening thud.Several guards rushed forward instantly, kneeling beside the fallen man while others surrounded the area cautiously.The metallic scent
The meeting with Elder Rowan did not last long.It did not need to because both men already understood each other perfectly.By the time Delon stepped out of Rowan’s estate and returned to his own quarters, the afternoon sun had begun to dim behind heavy clouds, casting long shadows across the stone corridors of Nightclaw Pack.He pushed open the chamber door casually, already loosening the clasp around his wrist—Then stopped.Delilah stood beside the open window, her back facing him.The curtains danced softly around her figure as cool wind slipped into the room, carrying the scent of rain.For the briefest second, genuine surprise flashed across Delon’s face.Surprise then irritation. Sharp and instinctive.But just as quickly, it disappeared beneath his usual smooth smile.Unfortunately for him…Delilah saw it. Every bit of it.A slow smirk curled inwardly inside her chest, though none of it reached her face.Interesting.So he truly did not expect her here or he is expecting someo
The council hall had never felt so crowded before.Not because there were many bodies inside, but because of the weight of unspoken thoughts pressing against the walls.The great circular chamber, carved from dark stone and lined with ancestral banners, usually carried an air of authority and order. Today, however, it felt like a marketplace of whispers.Low voices overlapped. Robes rustled.Rings tapped nervously against wooden armrests.Every elder sat in their designated seat, yet none of them looked settled.Because for the first time in years…The Alpha was missing.And power, like blood in water, had begun to attract sharks.Officially, they were worried about Finn’s delayed return from war.Unofficially? Each of them was already calculating.If something happened to him… Who has the strongest claim?The Beta? Or either lineages?Perhaps the council should rule temporarily…Suspicion flickered from one pair of eyes to another. Smiles were thin. Politeness is brittle.No one trust
By midmorning, Nightclaw Pack no longer felt like a kingdom.It felt like a hive someone had struck with a stick. Restless. Uneasy.Too loud in some places, too quiet in others.The training grounds were half empty. Patrol hunters returned earlier than usual. Patrol wolves kept glancing toward the southern road as if expecting their Alpha’s unit to appear at any second.But the road remained bare. No dust clouds,no victory howls, or returning soldiers.Only wind.At first, people told themselves it was normal.It was a war… And war took time.But as the sun climbed higher… whispers began to spread.“He should have returned by now…”“Have they reached Knox-Shade yet?”“My cousin said they didn’t even smell battle smoke… Do you think something happened?”“Lower your voice!”The murmurs traveled fast, slipping through kitchens, corridors, and courtyards like smoke through cracks.Because no matter how arrogant or useless Finn was… He was still their Alpha.And an Alpha who vanished with
The night felt wrong. Too still and too quiet.Even the wind seemed to be holding its breath.Delon rode back toward his estate under the cover of darkness, boots splashed with soil that still clung beneath his nails.He didn’t look back. Not once.Meanwhile, a soft knock sounded on Delilah’s chamber door.Not urgent or hesitant. Just three calm taps.Familiar. Measured.She didn’t turn from the mirror.“Enter.”The door creaked open.A cloaked man slipped inside and immediately dropped to one knee. “My Lady.”“Report.”His head remained bowed.“Alpha Finn is dead.”Her brush paused mid-stroke. Just for a fraction of a second.Then it continued combing through her long hair like nothing had happened.“And?” she asked lightly.“Lord Delon has just left Elder Rowan’s estate. He stayed there for some time. My guess… he went to inform the elder personally.”Silence stretched.The spy waited, expecting anger, shock or new orders.Instead— A soft chuckle escaped her lips.Low. Amused.“Of co
The march onwards had been smooth.Too smooth.Leaves crunched softly under fifty pairs of boots as Finn led the unit through the forest, moonlight streaking through the branches like pale blades.No patrols, scouts seen. And no form of resistance had been received. This was perfect.Finn smirked t
Delon was still awake when the knock came.Three short taps. One long.It was the signal.He didn’t turn from the window.“Enter.”The door opened quietly.A cloaked rider stepped inside, mud splashed up his boots, cloak torn by branches. He smelled like iron and smoke.He dropped to one knee.“It’s
War Room – Nightclaw PackThe war table was littered with maps, weighted down by daggers and carved wolf tokens.Finn leaned over it, jaw tight, finger stabbing at the southern borders.“We march at dawn,” he said. “With three battalions. We hit Knox head-on and crush him before his so-called allia
Rogue king! The brother Finn never speaks of.“I was told you were dead,” I whispered.Knox’s lips curved faintly—not a smile. “So was I.”Silence stretched. Then my chest burned.Not pain but Heat. A slow, spreading warmth that curled deep inside my bones.I gasped, pressing a hand to my heart.Kn







