Some passers by were driving along a wooded path when a sight caught their attention—a car parked oddly by the side of the road. As they slowed down to take a closer look, their eyes widened in horror: not only was there a car, but bodies were scattered all around it.
The men exchanged uneasy glances before pulling their vehicle to a halt. Two of them immediately retrieved guns from the back seat, while the others prepared themselves to shift into their wolves if necessary, sensing danger might still be lurking. Cautiously, they approached the gruesome scene. The closer they got, the worse it became—flesh torn apart, bones snapped and broken, two severed heads lying some distance away. Steve, one of the men, moved toward the car. As he scanned the area, something unusual caught his eye: a naked girl slumped against the tire, blood covering her body. At first, he thought she was dead, but when he listened closely with his sharp wolf senses, he heard the faint sound of her breathing. “There’s a survivor!” Steve shouted urgently. The other men hurried to where he was pointing. One quickly shrugged off his coat and covered the girl carefully. "It looks like they were traveling when they were attacked," Nicholas commented grimly, glancing at the blood-stained ground. "I don’t know what got them," Jeff replied, his voice tense, "but let’s get out of here before whatever it is comes after us too. Grab her bag—it probably belongs to her." Without wasting another second, Jeff gently picked up the unconscious girl in his arms. The men stayed alert as they carried her back to their car, watching their surroundings carefully until they sped away from the bloody scene. --- Meanwhile, at the mansion, Leo was standing outside Dara’s door, knocking lightly. "Dara, are you still asleep?" he called. When there was no answer, he chuckled lightly. "Maybe you’re taking a bath. I’ll wait for you out here." Minutes passed. Then ten more. Growing restless and concerned, Leo tried the doorknob—and to his surprise, it turned easily. The door was unlocked. A sudden, uneasy feeling hit him as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Dara?" he called again, his voice slightly trembling. No response. His heart began to pound faster. He looked around the room in a panic, searching for any sign of her. Just as he was about to rush out to alert his mother, his eyes landed on a neatly folded piece of paper resting on the table. Frowning, he picked it up. As he read the words, his blood ran cold. I dislike you. That’s why I’m leaving, don't bother looking for me. Leo stared at the paper, unable to believe what he was seeing. His mind refused to accept it. Rushing to her closet, he flung the doors open—and found it empty. Her clothes were gone. Shock gripped him. His head spun. It felt like the ground had vanished beneath his feet. Dara was gone. His Dara had left him. And worst of all, she had left him without even saying goodbye. --- Back at the moon crest pack’s clinic, the men carried the unconscious girl inside. The doctor on duty gasped when he saw her blood-soaked body. "Good heavens," he said, rushing over. "Where did you find her?" "In the woods, beside a car," Steve answered quickly. "She needs urgent care," the doctor said. "Please wait outside while I tend to her." The men nodded and stepped out reluctantly, leaving the girl in the doctor's capable hands. After several minutes, the doctor reappeared, looking both confused and astonished. "What’s wrong?" Jeff asked. The doctor shook his head, still processing what he had just seen. "All that blood on her? None of it belongs to her. She doesn’t even have a single scratch on her body." The men exchanged shocked glances. "But you didn’t see what we saw," Nicholas said, his voice tense. "The area was a slaughterhouse. There were torn bodies everywhere." "Then this girl is incredibly lucky—or something else entirely," the doctor replied gravely. "She just passed out from exhaustion. Once she wakes, we’ll need to ask her a few questions." The men agreed. Jeff volunteered to go inform the Beta about the strange survivor they had found. --- Hours passed before the girl stirred awake. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, blinking against the bright clinic lights. As her vision cleared, she found a group of men standing around her, observing her as if she were a rare and fragile creature. This wasn’t the first time Aliyah had woken up in a strange place, and it wouldn't be the last. One of the men stepped closer and asked gently, "What’s your name?" The question pulled her back into distant memories—painful memories. Swallowing hard, she answered in a hoarse whisper, "Aliyah." The man nodded approvingly. "I’m Jake. Aliyah, can you tell us what happened to you?" Her mind went blank, flashes of the horrific night bombarding her senses. She hesitated, then shook her head. "I... I don't remember, my brother," she murmured as she started crying. Jake gave her a reassuring look. "It's alright. You're safe now." --- Eleven Years Later Whispers followed Aliyah wherever she went. "I still don’t understand why she hasn’t shifted yet," a girl said mockingly, loud enough for Aliyah to hear. Another joined in, snickering. "Maybe the Beta only adopted her out of pity. After all, her family was slaughtered and she had nowhere to go." Aliyah heard every word, but she kept walking, her head held high. She had learned a long time ago that the opinions of others were worth less than dust. She made her way through the corridor until she stood before a large, sturdy door. Taking a deep breath, she knocked. "Aliyah, come in," a familiar voice called from inside. She entered the room to find the Beta sitting at his desk, paperwork scattered around him. "You must be wondering why I summoned you," he began with a kind smile. Aliyah stood silently, waiting for him to continue. "The Alpha of the Blood Crescent Pack will be visiting soon," he explained. "You’ll be responsible for welcoming him when he arrives." "You must be wondering why I summoned you. The Alpha of the Blood Crescent Pack is arriving, and you will be responsible for welcoming him," the beta said. Aliyah's eyes widened in surprise. Her gaze flickered to the bracelet on her wrist, her heart racing with excitement—soon, she would finally meet Leo.Two days later, under the cover of dawn, the lieutenant Alpha Dominic had dispatched finally reached the borders of the Blood Crescent Pack. Without a word, he slipped from the shadows and tossed a scroll wrapped in dark parchment into the hands of a patrolling scout, then vanished back into the mist like a phantom.Moments later, the scout burst into the training grounds, panting and wide-eyed. Rylan stood at the far edge of the field, overseeing a group of young warriors as they sparred under the morning sun."Beta Rylan!" the scout called out, rushing toward him. "A message, from the Moon Crest Pack."Rylan turned, brows drawing together at the scout’s breathless tone. “What kind of message?”The scout held out the scroll. “It was delivered by a rogue. He didn’t speak, just dropped this and disappeared.”Rylan’s eyes narrowed as he took the scroll, noticing the black wax seal marked with the Moon Crest insignia. He broke it without hesitation, unrolling the parchment slowly. His ga
After days of travel, the rogues finally arrived at the Moon Crest Pack. Alpha Dominic had been eagerly awaiting their return, with Leo in chains. At his side stood Bayle, whom Leo and his pack had been searching for since his mysterious escape. They had no idea he had slipped free with the help of Dominic’s men. His presence remained a secret, known only to the Alpha’s inner circle. The rogues dragged Leo through the corridors. His hands were bound behind his back with silver-threaded chains that burned into his skin with every step. He could barely walk, his body weakened from the journey and the beating he had endured. Blood dripped from a gash on his brow, the result of a blow during the ambush. Dominic’s wolves didn’t speak. Their movements were sharp and merciless as they shoved Leo to his knees before a large iron door, forced it open, and dragged him into the heart of the Moon Crest Pack’s stronghold.The throne room was just as Leo remembered, cold, dark, and reeking of blo
When it was time for the coronation, Aliyah entered the Great Hall, her footsteps echoing on the polished stone.She walked alone.Her robes flowed behind her. Light streamed through the tall windows, catching on the fabric as she moved.Her hair was braided into a crown, pinned with obsidian that sparkled like stars in the light. Her makeup was soft yet striking. Dark liner made her amber eyes glow, while a touch of bronze defined her cheekbones, highlighting both strength and beauty. Her lips, painted deep red, held the quiet promise of someone bold and unshakable.Every detail was intentional. She wasn’t just beautiful. She looked powerful. She looked like a queen.Lords, nobles, elders, and respected figures of the Lycan tribes stood along both sides of the hall, silent and watchful. Behind them were werewolves from other clans. Warriors, shamans, scouts, and pack members had come from far and near to witness the crowning. Many wore ceremonial clothing marked with the signs of the
"Leo?" Aliyah’s voice was a whisper, lost in the mist. She ran barefoot through a forest that didn’t feel real. The trees leaned too close. The air was thick. Blood stained the leaves. Her feet. Her hands. Something growled behind her. She turned. Leo knelt in the dirt, bleeding, shoulders trembling.. Dark shapes circled him — rogues, monsters, shadows with eyes. His head lifted. He looked at her — pain in his eyes. And something worse. Regret. She tried to move. She couldn’t. The ground held her. Her mouth opened. No sound. The shadows dragged him into the dark. His lips moved, but she couldn’t hear. Still, she screamed. "Leo—!" --- Aliyah jolted upright in bed, breath ragged. Her chest heaved. Her palms were damp. The room was unnaturally still. The silence pressed in. Sunlight streamed through the windows, warm and golden, but it felt wrong. Too calm. Too quiet. "No..." she gasped, voice shaky. "Why am I seeing this? Why now?" She pressed a hand
A soft knock came at the door.Aliyah turned from the mirror, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Come in.”The door opened quietly, and Lady Maelis entered with calm, careful steps. Her silver hair was tied back with a scarf, and she held the ceremonial robe meant for Aliyah’s coronation.“Good morning, my child,” she greeted with a warm, familiar smile.“Good morning, Lady Maelis,” Aliyah replied softly, offering a small nod.“I trust you managed some rest last night?” Maelis asked as she approached.“A little,” Aliyah said. “Not enough to calm the nerves.”Maelis chuckled gently. “Even the strongest feel the weight of change before it arrives. You wouldn’t be human — or Lycan — if you didn’t.”She placed the robe gently on the bed. “I thought I’d bring this early. There’s something sacred about seeing it in the morning light.”Aliyah looked down at the robe. Deep blue silk shimmered with silver threads, and symbols of the moon goddess were stitched carefully into the f
At daybreak the following morning, Leo was up early, quietly getting ready for his journey to the Lycan community. He wore plain clothes, deliberately setting aside anything that marked his status or rank, his movements steady and purposeful. Moments before he left, he called Rylan aside.“Rylan,” he said, voice low. “I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone.”Rylan straightened, eyes locked on his Alpha.“Please look after the pack while I’m away,” Leo continued, his tone steady but edged with urgency. “I’ll make sure to return soon.”Though he nodded, a trace of unease stayed in Rylan’s eyes.Leo’s expression hardened.“And remember, until we find Bayle, security must stay tight. No risks. No gaps.Make sure the training wolves take their sessions seriously—Bayle’s escape isn’t just a failure.It’s a warning.I can feel danger coming.”“I understand,” Rylan said firmly.Leo hesitated, then added, “My sister’s coming home in a few days. You know how long she’s been away… two years is a lif