LOGINCaelum's pov…Rogue hunting with uncle Kael was my favorite activity.The forest always felt different at night and it made me feel alive.I moved through the forest with ease, my senses stretched wide, catching every shift in the wind, every snap of a twig, every distant movement that didn’t belong here.Beside me, Uncle Kael walked in silence.He didn’t need to speak.Neither did I.This was how we hunted.“You’re thinking too loudly,” he said after a while.I exhaled softly. “I’m not thinking. I’m observing.”He snorted. “Same thing.”I ignored that, my gaze sweeping the trees ahead.The rogue scent was faint—but it was there.That same rotten smell.“They passed through here,” I said quietly.Kael crouched slightly, his fingers brushing against the soil. “Not long ago.”“Two?”He shook his head. “More.”My jaw tightened.Good.I preferred it that way.More targets.More chances to prove myself.We moved again, faster now.The deeper we went, the stronger the scent became—thick and
Eighteen years later....Aria's pov…..Ouch!!I groaned as I hit my leg on a stone. The wind blew my hair on my face and I chuckled.Everything has changes now and I like it.I rested my hand over my stomach, smiling faintly.“You feel it too, don’t you?” I murmured.A soft kick answered me.I laughed quietly.“I’ll take that as a yes.”I moved as slowly as my huge belly would allow me.The path ahead stretched through the forest, familiar and comforting. Sunlight filtered through the tall trees. Birds chirped in the distance, and somewhere nearby, water trickled softly over stone.Peace.Real peace.Sometimes, it still felt unreal.There had been a time when I thought I would never have this,never have quiet mornings or even laughter. Never have a future that didn’t feel like it would shatter at any moment.But here I was.Alive and carrying new life.My fingers pressed a little more firmly against my belly, warmth blooming in my chest.“We made it,” I whispered.A breeze swept pa
Damien's pov….At first, there was nothing.No pain.No sound.No Louis.And somehow, that was worse than death.I didn’t know how long I drifted in that empty, endless dark. There was no body. No heartbeat. No breath. Nothing Then came the cold.It crept in slowly, wrapping around whatever remained of me, pulling me deeper into silence.So this is death, I thought distantly.No fire.No punishment.Just… nothing.Then something flickered.A sound, faint and broken like a scream Louis.The darkness cracked.Memory slammed back into me — the cave, her blade, my blade, her blood on my hands, her eyes when I stabbed her.My heart if I even had one — tightened with a grief so violent it felt like it could tear me apart.Louis, my mate.I tried to move toward her voice, but something held me in place. Thick and Heavy. Like chains made of shadow.And then—Light.Moonlight spilled across the void, pushing the darkness back inch by inch.A figure stepped through it.Tall and radiant.Terr
Louis's pov…… I walked into the cave , it was dark and smelt like dust and blood. I followed Damien's scent, to a part of the cave . My fingers tightened around my blade as I moved deeper, my boots crunching over the loose gravel. Every step I took echoed too loudly. . The entrance light faded behind me until the shadows swallowed everything. “Damien,” I called. My voice cracked. Silence Then— A scrape of boot against stone. I froze. My wolf pressed forward inside me, restless. Afraid. Ready to fight. Ready to die. “Damien,” I tried again, softer now. “It’s me.” A figure stepped out of the deeper darkness And my heart shattered quietly inside my chest. His eyes were completely black. The darkness inside him had won. He looked perfect. Uninjured. Beautiful in that terrifying, untouchable way he had when he stood before the battle. But there was no warmth left in his face. No irritation. No sarcasm. No Damien. Only something ancient an
Louis's pov…..I couldn't sleep, I couldn't even do anything, once I close my eyes all I see is Damien running away from me.He must be in so much pain, “Eliminate the vessel”I sighed and rubbed my eyes I walked out of my room to the pack, everywhere was silent, they all avoided Mt eyes and the healer's den was filled with severely injured wolves. I couldn't deal with their looks of pity and fear, I went back to my room.I sat on the edge of my bed long after the sun had fully risen, staring down at my hands.These hands had held him.These hands had fought him.These hands might have to end him.The thought should have broken me.It almost did.But beneath the grief, beneath the fear, beneath the crushing ache in my chest… something harder had begun to form.Resolve.I heard the moon goddess’s voice again, as clear as the night she spoke it.To end the darkness permanently… the vessel must be destroyed.I had refused then.I still hated the words now.But I had seen what th
Damien's pov…..Louis was gone, she left the pack to attend to some urgent affairs and I was here alone. I couldn't wash our the guilt I felt no matter how hard I scrubbed I sat on the edge of my bed long after she’d left, my elbows on my knees, staring at the floor without really seeing it. The room felt too small. Too tight. Like the walls were slowly closing in.She knows something.The thought came suddenly My jaw clenched.No. She can’t.I told her it was a rogue. She believed me. She had to.But doubt crawled beneath my skin anyway, coiling around my ribs, tightening with every heartbeat.The darkness stirred.Whispers began at the edge of my mind.You’re lying to her.She’ll leave you.She should leave you.I pressed my palms hard against my temples.“Stop,” I muttered.The whispers only continued, louder than before You already killed one.You’ll kill more.You know you will.My breath came faster.I stood abruptly, pacing the length of the room like a caged animal.“Shut
Aria's pov….. The Summercrest pack was in chaos, rogues were everywhere, the pack was in flames I turned back to my human form and rushed to where I smelt the Luna She was hiding with her pups “Come with me” I told her “Who are you___?“ She asked “The Luna of the Royal pack, come wi
Aria….. “Congratulations to the contestants who have proven themselves worthy!” Beta Varric’s tone was loud, proud, and formal. “For the final stage, you will duel. The one who stands at the end shall be named Luna.” The crowd roared, chanting, clapping. My stomach dropped. I wasn’t ready for
Kaelen’s POVThe morning came slow and dim. Even underground, the light found its way in through cracks above the cavern ceiling, dusting the hidden village in a strange, golden haze. It should have been peaceful.But it wasn’t.Something about this place felt wrong.The villagers moved quietly, to
Aria's POV.....I feel all of his attention hone in on the placebetween my legs that throbs with need. A low, almost inaudible growlbuilds in his chest, before his gaze moves back to mine.My breathing is fast. I am completely at his mercy, and I do not know what he is going to do next. I am capt







