LOGIN"Wake up, please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please wake up…"
Ryker? Does he regret it? Is he taking me back? "No," the voice said, quieter now. "I'm not Ryker. I should've woken up sooner. I should've protected you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." I opened my eyes. There was nothing around me but darkness. "Who are you?" I asked. "Why are you crying?" "I'm your wolf. My name is Lilith. I saw everything. I'm sorry, Ivy. I'm so sorry." "You're… my wolf? Wow. It's nice to finally meet you, Eros. I thought you didn't like me." "I do. I was just asleep. I woke when you smelled our mate. I'm sorry." "It's okay. You're forgiven," I said with a small smile. "But he rejected us." "I know," Lilith said. "And now…" Suddenly, agony stabbed through my chest and stomach. I screamed. "What's happening?" I cried. "He's with someone else," Lilith growled. "He's having sex. I can feel it. I can't forgive him." Tears streamed down my face. "He rejected us… and just moved on?" "Pack what you need," Lilith said. "But before that, we need to dull the pain." "Where are we going? If we leave the pack, we'll be rogues." "We'll go to our brother," he said faintly. "I don't have a brother," I whispered. "I'm an only child." "Just hurry. If they don't want us, we'll give them what they want." I stuffed money, clothes into a bag. "Do you even know where our brother is?" "Take a breath. We'll think this through." I did what he said. "Alright," I decided. "We leave. I have enough money to survive for a while. No turning back." "Good. Now go to Ryker's room." I didn't know why, but I followed. When I opened his door, I saw him… with Jessica, our pack's biggest flirt. They both stared, startled. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Ryker roared. "Get the hell out!" "Maybe he wants to watch," Jessica sneered. "Let's give him a show." And that's when the pain turned into rage. "I, Ivy Martin accept your rejection. From now on you're no longer my mate." "Shit, dude! She's your mate?" A person spoke from behind me. It was Connor along with his other friends. "Not anymore I rejected her already. Oh, by the way you can have him do whatever you want. But don't kill her. I'm gonna play with her a little and then get rid of her." Ryker said with an evil smile. "Now get the hell out of here!" he looked at me one last time as Connor close the door, I saw his eyes flickering, it might have been his wolf, but I can't say for sure. "Now what do we do with you, little freak." Connor muttered tauntingly. "I haven't done anything to you. Can't you just let me go." I said, but he just laughed at me. "I can't do that. But don't worry. We'll gonna play an exciting game." He stalked towards me while I backed away. "I'm gonna count to ten, and you better pray I don't catch you. Alright, little freak?" I looked at him in fear, and the he started counting. "One…" I began running as fast as I could while him and his friends all laughed as I dashed my way out. "Two…" I don't know how long I've been running but soon I heard footsteps behind me as I sprinted to the woods. I called out my wolf, and I could feel it through our link that she was weakening. "Lilith?" I called again but she didn't answer. I soon stumbled down the ground and their laughter got nearer and nearer, and they were soon standing in front of me, taunting me as they circled around me. "Please, just leave me alone." I pleaded to them, but they treated my words like air. "Now…what do we do with you?" Connor crouched down and grabbed my ankles, yanking me to him. "Your skin is quite soft. Have you ever been touched before?" His question made me tremble in fear. "Please…let me go." I cried, trying to get away from him. But his grip on me was firm. "Connor, dude, what are you doing? Don't tell me you like that freak?!" One of his friends asked, snickering. "Well, just look at her skin, they are soft and nice to the touch. I'm just curious how it would feel." Connor said, and his friends laughed at him. But then he suddenly towered me while pinning my hand above me with his one hand. While his other hand started crawling underneath my shirt. "Connor what are you doing?!" His friends tried to pull him away but he just pushed them and looked at me lustfullly. "Please, don't do this…" I begged. "Shut up! Shut up!" He got angry and punched my stomach making me close my eyes in pain. His friends were now looking worried as they looked around the place making sure no one was around. He slowly pulled my jeans down and when he struggled with it, he ripped it apart and I couldn't do anything to stop him. I cried and cried, and when he got annoyed at me again he punched my side and screamed for me to stay still. "Connor, that's enough!" His friend yelled this time, and then he looked me in the eyes, and as if he finally realized what he was doing, he stopped, and hastily let go of my hands. "Fuck this! If you ever tell anyone about this freak, you're dead! Or better yet, it's better if you just die here!" He said, standing up, kicking my side and walking away. I could only cry as his friends slowly turned to leave as well, one of them muttered an apology but didn't bother helping me, afraid that they will anger Connor. I couldn't move, my whole body was in pain. My heartbeat was also slowing down. Is this it? Am I going to die? "Ivy," I heard Lilith's voice in my head, it was faint and small. "Lilith, I'm sorry. I'm too weak. I don't deserve you." "No, I'm the one who should be sorry. If it wasn't for me laying dormant all these years, you wouldn't have suffered so much." Her voice got quieter and quieter with each word. "I'm weak from the rejection. But don't worry, I will do everything I can to make sure you're well." With that last sentence, I felt something inside me snapped. Our connection was slowly breaking. What is happening? "Lilith?" I tried to call her but she was no longer responding. I close my eyes in pain. I tried to get up but it was in vain as I crashed to the ground my strength leaving me. As I tried one last time, my whole body gave out as I fainted, my surroundings slowly turning darker and darker, until the void completely engulfed me. … I don't know how long I've been out, but I slowly stirred awake when I heard someone shake me. "Selene…Selene please wake up." Who's Selene? "Oh thank Goddess you're alive." The man hugged me. Who was he? I was then lifted from the ground, and I could feel the breeze brushing past my body as he ran through the woods. "Who are you? Where are you taking me?" I asked him. His eyes, looking back at me tenderly. A warmth I rarely see from other people. "I'm your brother. And I'm taking you home." It was the last thing I heard before I fell unconscious once again.(Selene's POV)Five years.That's how long it has been since the war. I tried to think of things in a positive light. But just like everyone who lost someone. I was not able to save myself from the grief of losing the person I loved the most. It took me three years to find myself again. To some that's long, but for me, it's still too soon to forget the pain.I now live alone in the forest, situated about four kilometers away from the headquarters. Grandma insisted that I still live with them, but...for some reason, seeing people who were with us that day...my brother, my cousins, I know they should be my source of strength...but being with them constantly reminded me of him, how I held him that night, how I spent...never mind. That's all in the past now.I was cooking some pasta when I suddenly heard a creaking sound outside the door. I didn't mind it at first but then another sound followed, like footsteps. I took of my cooking gloves and set the oven to 240° degrees, dusted my
(Third Person POV)The wind whispered through the valley, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth. The sun hung low, casting long shadows across the remnants of what had once been a battlefield. Ash and smoke lingered, a reminder that peace came at a cost, and that the cost had been more than anyone could have imagined.Selene walked slowly along the path that led from the ruins of the seal site to the newly rebuilt stronghold. Her boots crunched softly over scattered stones and dry leaves. Every step felt heavy, weighted with memories of what had been lost and what had been fought for. The victory had been hard-won, but it had come with scars that would never truly fade.Behind her, Marcus, Celina, Ronan, Jace, and Theo followed quietly. Their faces were solemn, still marked by grief and exhaustion, yet there was a quiet strength among them. They had survived. They had endured. They had come together as a family and as warriors, and though the wounds ran deep, they were alive.Sel
(Third Person POV)The seal did not break enough.Selene felt it before anyone else did.The pull in her chest returned, sharp and unbearable, like invisible hands reaching inside her ribs and squeezing it relentlessly. The air around the convergence site shimmered faintly, light bending unnaturally as cracks of pale energy crawled along the stone circle carved into the ground.Winter stumbled back a step. “It is destabilizing again.”Marcus turned sharply. “No. It was sealed. You locked it.”Selene shook her head slowly, her breathing uneven. “I locked it with myself.”Her voice barely sounded like her own.Fenrir stiffened beside her.The ground trembled beneath their feet, stronger this time. Loose stones rattled and rolled, and a low sound rose from the seal, not a roar, not a scream, but something worse. A deep, hollow vibration, like the world itself was mourning.Celina grabbed Selene’s arm. “What do you mean with yourself.”Selene swallowed hard. “The seal does not hold witho
(Third Person POV)Light swallowed everything.It was not the kind that warmed or comforted. It was raw, blinding, tearing through stone, flesh, and magic alike. Selene felt it burn through her veins, felt the seal crack beneath her hand as if the world itself were screaming in protest.She could not tell where she ended and the magic began.Fenrir’s hand was still wrapped around hers. That was the only thing grounding her now. His presence burned bright beside her, defiant and unyielding, refusing to be erased even as the convergence tried to pull them apart.“Stay with me,” Fenrir said, his voice strained but steady. “Do not let go.”“I am trying,” Selene whispered.The corrupted seal pulsed violently, its fractured light tearing open rifts in the air. Through them, Selene saw flashes of other realms, broken skies, burning forests, endless storms. This was what the First Warden had wanted. A world without borders. A world that would destroy itself under the weight of uncontrolled po
The fortress kept us safe.Every wall pulsed faintly, veins of corrupted light running through the ancient masonry like a heartbeat that did not belong to the world. The deeper Selene stepped into its core, the heavier the air became, pressing against her lungs until every breath felt borrowed.The sound came first.A low, constant hum that vibrated through bone and blood. It was not loud, but it was relentless, gnawing at the edges of her thoughts. The corrupted seal lay ahead, hidden beyond the final chamber, and already it was reaching for her.“You feel it too,” Theo murmured beside her.Selene nodded without speaking. Her hand rested against her chest, right over her heart, where the pull was strongest. The seal did not call to her like a voice. It pulled like gravity, ancient and inevitable.Marcus raised his fist, signaling for the group to halt.They stood at the threshold of the inner sanctum.Beyond the broken archway, light and shadow twisted together in a slow, violent spi
Morning came too quietly.There was no sunrise through open skies, only pale light filtering through cracked stone and broken arches. Dust hung in the air like mist, catching the glow and turning it dull. The world felt exhausted, as if even time itself was tired of fighting.Marcus survived the night.Barely.Celina sat beside him, her hands trembling as she replenished healing magic that no longer responded the way it used to. Ronan had not moved from the doorway, pacing like a caged animal. Jace leaned against a pillar, silent, jaw tight. Theo watched the seals, counting each unstable pulse with quiet dread.Fenrir stood near me.He had not left my side since dawn.“You should rest,” he said softly.I shook my head. “I am afraid if I close my eyes, I will wake up to someone missing.”He did not argue. He simply stayed.Marcus finally stirred, coughing weakly. Celina leaned forward instantly. “Easy. Do not move.”“Did we win,” Marcus rasped.“No,” Ronan said bluntly. “But we did not
(Ryker’s POV) I bolted through the trees, my every sense tuned to the rogues closing in behind us. We slowly entered the denser part of the woods. Out of nowhere, the first rogue lunged from the side. I shifted Selene to one arm and grabbed a jagged piece of tree trunk as I passed it, driving
Chapter — Ivy’s POVI sat quietly in the front seat, my hands resting on the box beside me, waiting for the driver to get in. The murmur of voices from outside drifted in through the open window, mixed with the faint scent of wood and the occasional smell of the damp ground.I volunteered to go si
(Ivy’s POV) Word about Ryker’s little “scene” on the training field spread faster than wildfire. By the time Celina and I joined our cousins for breakfast, they were already talking about it, laughing. Jace leaned back in his chair, shaking his head with a half-smirk. “You should’ve seen it, Ivy
The training grounds were quieter than usual. Most of the warriors were either on errands or taking their break. I was on my way to handle a few things for my father when I spotted someone I hadn’t spoken to in a while. Gabriel was in the middle of the sparring ring, his shirt already clinging to







