The night had descended upon them like a cloak of shadows, the moon hanging high in the sky, blood-red and foreboding. The Bloodmoon. It was said that when the moon turned such a color, destinies were sealed and fates were rewritten. For Seraphina Vale, the night was an omen one she had no choice but to face. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood before the altar, the weight of her decision pressing heavily upon her. Dorian Nightbane stood beside her, his presence like a force of nature, both overwhelming and suffocating. She could feel his power radiating, could almost taste the darkness that clung to him. His gaze was unwavering, focused on her as if he could see every secret, every doubt that flitted through her mind. His eyes, gleaming with intensity, made her feel as though she were standing on the edge of a precipice, staring down into the unknown.The air was thick with anticipation, and the gathered crowd those loyal to Dorian, those bound by pack laws watched in silent
The night air was thick with tension as Seraphina Vale stood at the gates of the Blackveil Pack's territory, her heart pounding in her chest. The packhouse loomed before her like an ancient fortress, its dark, towering walls speaking of strength, pride, and centuries of tradition. The flickering lights inside cast long shadows, the murmurs of the pack audible even from a distance. Seraphina could feel the weight of their hatred long before she set foot within their walls. She wasn’t blind. The whispers, the glares, the way the air seemed to crackle with hostility it all pointed to one undeniable truth: She was an outsider here. She was a witch, and to the Blackveil Pack, witches were nothing but poison. "Stay close," Dorian Nightbane’s low voice broke through her thoughts, his hand briefly brushing against hers as they made their way toward the gates. His touch was cold, but his presence was a constant force, anchoring her as the wind howled around them. "And remember what I said if
The moon hung high in the sky, a blood-red orb casting its weird glow over the Blackveil Pack’s territory. The night was thick with an unnatural stillness, and the air felt charged, as if something dark and powerful was stirring just beyond the edges of perception. Seraphina Vale stood by her window, staring out at the sprawling wilderness. The trees swayed in the wind, their branches whispering to one another in a language only they understood. But for all the quiet, she could sense the unease in the air, the creeping tension that had settled over the pack ever since her arrival. She had tried to ignore it, but it gnawed at her, like a constant undercurrent that refused to be drowned out. The wolves were restless.It had started small at first a few growls, some snapping between pack members, but now, it was escalating. More and more wolves were turning wild, their instincts taking over as if something were driving them to madness. The shadows at the edges of the woods seemed darke
The full moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glimmer over the Blackveil Pack’s territory, and Seraphina felt the chill of its light on her skin as she stood, poised and alert in the center of her chamber. The night had grown unusually silent, and that silence like a predator lying in wait had already set her senses tingling. It was a feeling she knew well, and one she could never ignore.She had no time for fear, not when something dark and alarming was lurking just out of sight. The attack earlier had been a warning of that, she was certain. She had barely escaped the rogue’s grasp, but whoever was directing this wasn’t finished. If anything, they were only beginning.Seraphina had spent the last few hours trying to push past the anxiety grinding at her chest, focusing on the feelings she’d had earlier, that early instinct that had warned her of the attack. She knew the curse binding her to Dorian had made their fates far more intertwined than either of them liked, but someth
The packhouse was unusually quiet that morning. The sharp crack of a firewood splitting echoed through the halls, but aside from that, there was no movement. The air was thick, stifling, almost suffocating with an unease that had settled over the pack ever since the rogue attack. Seraphina stood at the entrance, her hand resting on the worn doorknob as she stared into the flickering shadows cast by the early morning sun. Something was wrong. She could feel it deep in her bones. The strange events of the past week had escalated, the whispers growing louder, the shadows darker.She had spent the previous night in her room, eyes wide open, listening to the murmurs of the pack, the hushed voices speaking of bad omens and curses. It was as if the entire pack was on the brink of something terrible, something far worse than a rogue attack.The sudden shrill cry from the packhouse hallway shattered the silence, sending a chill down Seraphina’s spine. It was the unmistakable sound of panic.W
The wind howled against the high stone walls of the Alpha's study, its chilling gusts ruffling the curtains and carrying with it the scent of wet earth and pine. The moon hung in the night sky, a pale crescent, its light filtered through the thick clouds, leaving the room bathed in an eerie half-light. The crackling fire in the hearth should have brought warmth, but it only seemed to deepen the tension between them, its orange flicker casting shadows that danced like ghosts across the stone walls.Seraphina stood by the window, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, looking out at the dense forest that surrounded the Blackveil Pack's territory. Her mind was racing, her thoughts scattered, but one thing was clear this alliance, this forced bond between her and Dorian, was unraveling. And the more she worked with him, the more she found herself drawn to him in ways she didn't understand.I shouldn't feel this way,she thought, clenching her jaw as she turned her gaze away from the wind
The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting its pale light across the dense forest surrounding the Blackveil Pack's stronghold. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and Seraphina couldn't help but wonder if the curse was woven into the very land beneath her feet. She had never felt a darkness so pervasive, so suffocating. And yet, the sense of impending doom seemed to draw her in, like an invisible force pulling her deeper into the heart of its power. Dorian was not the only one marked by it. No, Seraphina could feel the weight of the curse on herself as well, winding its way around her bones, tightening with every passing day. She had thought she would be free of it, that she could escape, but every time she tried to outrun it, every time she sought to pull herself away from the man she had been bound to, it had only drawn her closer. Now, she stood in the Alpha's chamber, staring at the map spread before her, tracing the blood-red runes that seemed to pulse with an
The ritual was complete, and yet the air still crackled with a forbidden energy. The vision had faded Dorian's pain, his rage, his regrets leaving Seraphina breathless. His blood had flowed through her like fire, igniting something inside her that she couldn't name. She could still feel it the burn of his suffering lingering in her veins.Her heartbeat fastened as she struggled to regain her composure, the weight of what she had glimpsed heavily on her chest. But before she could process it all, the air shifted, thickening with a sense of impending danger. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she instinctively reached for Dorian, but he was already moving.A crash. A sharp, desperate shout. "Alpha!" Seraphina spun, her pulse quickening as the door to the ritual chamber burst open. A warrior, breathless and bloodied, staggered inside. His eyes were wide with fear, his voice trembling."We're under attack! The southern border!"Without a word, Dorian shifted in front of her,
The air was thick with tension as Seraphina stepped into the grand hall. The heavy, ancient doors closed behind her with a reverberating thud, sealing her fate. The pack's council stood before her, silent and cold, their expressions unreadable. The weight of their gazes bore down on her, and for the first time since arriving at the Blackveil Pack, she felt truly alone.Her heart was still pounding from the previous night's events the blood, the betrayal. Garret's face was burned into her mind, the gleam of rage in his eyes before she struck him down. But now, as she stood before the council, none of that mattered. The truth was simple: they were no longer on her side.Dorian stood at the head of the council, his dark eyes fixed on her. He had yet to speak, and his silence felt like a betrayal of its own. Her pulse quickened as she met his gaze, trying to find any hint of the man she had begun to trust. But there was nothing.Seraphina's throat tightened, and she forced herself to spea
The moon hung high, its pale light casting shadows across the Blackveil Pack's land. The night was eerily quiet, the chaos of the earlier battle now replaced by a heavy silence that felt suffocating. Seraphina's body ached, the magic she had unleashed earlier still pulsing beneath her skin, but the sense of dread that had followed the shadow wolves lingered, gnawing at her soul.Dorian had insisted on keeping watch over her as she rested, but Seraphina knew he was troubled. His usually impenetrable demeanor had cracked ever since the fight, his mind clouded with fear and frustration. They had won the battle, but at what cost?Dorian was still haunted by the idea of the curse, but she could see the subtle changes in him. The hesitation, the way he began to look at her with more than just duty in his eyes. It was as if he was starting to believe that they could actually break the curse. But then, there was something else, something off about the way the pack moved around them like the s
The battlefield was quiet now. Too quiet.The screams had faded. The scent of blood still clung to the air, mixing with the acrid stench of burnt flesh where the shadow wolves had fallen. Warriors moved through the carnage, dragging away the bodies of their fallen brothers, murmuring prayers to the Moon Goddess for safe passage into the afterlife.But Seraphina barely noticed any of it.Her mind was still trapped in the moment before the battle ended the moment his name had been spoken.Lazarus.It was a name she had grown up fearing, whispered in secret among those who still practiced the old magic. A warlock with power so corrupt, so unnatural, that even death had failed to claim him.And now, he was back.Her fingers trembled as she clenched them into fists, willing herself to stay grounded, to push aside the fear curling in her gut. But then she looked at Dorian.And something inside her cracked.He stood motionless among the ruins of battle, his broad shoulders tense, his hands s
The ritual was complete, and yet the air still crackled with a forbidden energy. The vision had faded Dorian's pain, his rage, his regrets leaving Seraphina breathless. His blood had flowed through her like fire, igniting something inside her that she couldn't name. She could still feel it the burn of his suffering lingering in her veins.Her heartbeat fastened as she struggled to regain her composure, the weight of what she had glimpsed heavily on her chest. But before she could process it all, the air shifted, thickening with a sense of impending danger. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she instinctively reached for Dorian, but he was already moving.A crash. A sharp, desperate shout. "Alpha!" Seraphina spun, her pulse quickening as the door to the ritual chamber burst open. A warrior, breathless and bloodied, staggered inside. His eyes were wide with fear, his voice trembling."We're under attack! The southern border!"Without a word, Dorian shifted in front of her,
The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting its pale light across the dense forest surrounding the Blackveil Pack's stronghold. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and Seraphina couldn't help but wonder if the curse was woven into the very land beneath her feet. She had never felt a darkness so pervasive, so suffocating. And yet, the sense of impending doom seemed to draw her in, like an invisible force pulling her deeper into the heart of its power. Dorian was not the only one marked by it. No, Seraphina could feel the weight of the curse on herself as well, winding its way around her bones, tightening with every passing day. She had thought she would be free of it, that she could escape, but every time she tried to outrun it, every time she sought to pull herself away from the man she had been bound to, it had only drawn her closer. Now, she stood in the Alpha's chamber, staring at the map spread before her, tracing the blood-red runes that seemed to pulse with an
The wind howled against the high stone walls of the Alpha's study, its chilling gusts ruffling the curtains and carrying with it the scent of wet earth and pine. The moon hung in the night sky, a pale crescent, its light filtered through the thick clouds, leaving the room bathed in an eerie half-light. The crackling fire in the hearth should have brought warmth, but it only seemed to deepen the tension between them, its orange flicker casting shadows that danced like ghosts across the stone walls.Seraphina stood by the window, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, looking out at the dense forest that surrounded the Blackveil Pack's territory. Her mind was racing, her thoughts scattered, but one thing was clear this alliance, this forced bond between her and Dorian, was unraveling. And the more she worked with him, the more she found herself drawn to him in ways she didn't understand.I shouldn't feel this way,she thought, clenching her jaw as she turned her gaze away from the wind
The packhouse was unusually quiet that morning. The sharp crack of a firewood splitting echoed through the halls, but aside from that, there was no movement. The air was thick, stifling, almost suffocating with an unease that had settled over the pack ever since the rogue attack. Seraphina stood at the entrance, her hand resting on the worn doorknob as she stared into the flickering shadows cast by the early morning sun. Something was wrong. She could feel it deep in her bones. The strange events of the past week had escalated, the whispers growing louder, the shadows darker.She had spent the previous night in her room, eyes wide open, listening to the murmurs of the pack, the hushed voices speaking of bad omens and curses. It was as if the entire pack was on the brink of something terrible, something far worse than a rogue attack.The sudden shrill cry from the packhouse hallway shattered the silence, sending a chill down Seraphina’s spine. It was the unmistakable sound of panic.W
The full moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glimmer over the Blackveil Pack’s territory, and Seraphina felt the chill of its light on her skin as she stood, poised and alert in the center of her chamber. The night had grown unusually silent, and that silence like a predator lying in wait had already set her senses tingling. It was a feeling she knew well, and one she could never ignore.She had no time for fear, not when something dark and alarming was lurking just out of sight. The attack earlier had been a warning of that, she was certain. She had barely escaped the rogue’s grasp, but whoever was directing this wasn’t finished. If anything, they were only beginning.Seraphina had spent the last few hours trying to push past the anxiety grinding at her chest, focusing on the feelings she’d had earlier, that early instinct that had warned her of the attack. She knew the curse binding her to Dorian had made their fates far more intertwined than either of them liked, but someth
The moon hung high in the sky, a blood-red orb casting its weird glow over the Blackveil Pack’s territory. The night was thick with an unnatural stillness, and the air felt charged, as if something dark and powerful was stirring just beyond the edges of perception. Seraphina Vale stood by her window, staring out at the sprawling wilderness. The trees swayed in the wind, their branches whispering to one another in a language only they understood. But for all the quiet, she could sense the unease in the air, the creeping tension that had settled over the pack ever since her arrival. She had tried to ignore it, but it gnawed at her, like a constant undercurrent that refused to be drowned out. The wolves were restless.It had started small at first a few growls, some snapping between pack members, but now, it was escalating. More and more wolves were turning wild, their instincts taking over as if something were driving them to madness. The shadows at the edges of the woods seemed darke