ログインThe Veil Between Truth and BloodThe storm had not completely passed, but the night had become a taut, electric calm — the type that arrives just before danger strikes. The moon hung partially concealed behind drifting clouds, casting light over the ruins of the ancient courtyard where Arin and Kael now confronted each other like two pieces of a fractured promise.Arin’s heartbeat thudded against her chest. The air around Kael shimmered subtly with power, but there was something deeper underneath it — fatigue, frustration, and an expression he was trying hard to conceal.“You should never have come alone,” Kael said in a low, strained voice.Arin stepped forward. “And abandon you to face whatever this is alone? You ought to know me better.”Kael’s jaw tightened. He averted his gaze, clenching his hands into fists. Every instinct within Arin sensed the turmoil raging inside him. He was hiding something — not out of malice, but out of fear. Not fear of the enemy… but fear of what the tr
The Echo of Broken PromisesThe tempest had ultimately subsided, yet the atmosphere within Moonstone Castle felt denser than the darkest storm cloud. Lyra stood at the periphery of the council room, her fingers quivering slightly as they traced the fissured stone wall behind her. Every inhalation seemed far too pronounced. Every pulse felt excessively exposed. And each moment reminded her of the undeniable reality she had been evading since morning—Draven had perceived her fears… and she had glimpsed the darkness within him.The doors to the chamber creaked open.Draven stepped inside.But not as the Alpha who ruled realms.Not as the fighter who feared nothing.This evening, he entered like a man barely holding himself together.His hair was damp from the downpour. His shirt clung closely to his torso. His jaw was clenched so tightly she questioned whether he could even utter a word. But it was his gaze—those storm-gray eyes—that made her heart constrict. They were colder. Defensive
Secrets Hidden in the Roaring StormThe tempest outside had intensified, the type that rattled the sky as if the very heavens were about to split. Lightning zipped past the windows of the forsaken cabin, creating elongated shadows on the wooden floor. Aria lingered by the door, panting, her heartbeat racing from what she had just uncovered.She wasn’t certain which unsettled her more—the revelation she had discovered… or the expression in Kade’s eyes when he realized she was aware.Kade moved closer, his hair soaked from the deluge, with drops cascading down his neck. His tone was deep, calm, almost unsettlingly tranquil. “Aria… tell me exactly what you witnessed.”She gulped, her fingers gripping the edges of her damp cloak tightly. “I saw you,” she murmured. “Speaking to someone. But that person wasn’t just anyone—it was one of the Council’s shadow guards. And you didn’t seem shocked to see him.”The ensuing silence was dense, oppressive, fraught with peril.Then Kade exhaled slow
The Weight of FateThe tempest had cleared, but its remnants lingered in the atmosphere—thick, moist, and oppressive, like the exhalation of a world on the brink of collapse. Aurora found herself at the boundary of the devastated courtyard, the stones underneath her boots still slick from the rainfall. Although the sky above the Moon Temple was now clear enough for a few stars to emerge, it wasn’t clear enough to dispel the enduring darkness that seemed to shadow her relentlessly.The Elder Wolves had assembled within the grand hall. Their hushed voices floated through the air, low and uncertain, resembling the quivering growl of a wounded creature. She could sense their uncertainty, their hesitation… and beneath it all, their fear. Not of her. But of the prophecy linked to her lineage.Kade stood beside her, quiet, observant, tense. His hand hovered near the small of her back—not making contact, but close enough for her to feel his warmth, his grounding presence. She didn’t bother to
The Luna Who Would Not BreakThe storm had subsided outside, yet inside the pack house, the atmosphere was suffocating with tension. The walls still hummed faintly from the earlier thunder, as if the Valley itself was pausing, uncertain of what would happen next.Elara stood in the middle of the war room, her hair still damp, her heartbeat slightly unsteady from everything that occurred at the riverbank. The warriors who had returned with her lingered along the walls—quiet, waiting, observing her as though she was the only steady point they trusted after the turmoil.Kai was the last to enter. His gaze found hers instantly, and a wave of relief washed over his face before he quickly masked it with his typical Alpha composure. But she had been close enough to him for long enough to see past the facade.“You’re safe,” he said quietly, taking a step closer.“Safe for the moment,” she replied. “But the Temple's warning wasn’t a riddle, Kai. Something is approaching—something greater than
Midnight Whispers in the StormThe tempest swept over the mountains like a wounded animal, its growl reverberating through the valley. Lightning flashed across the horizon, casting the forest in silver for an instant before plunging it back into shadow. Raine stood beneath the crumbling archway of the ancient shrine, her cloak drenched, her breath escaping in anxious puffs.She sensed his approach long before the sound of footsteps reached her ears.A heartbeat.A constriction in her chest.An warmth that pressed against her senses like a flame seeking air.Alden.He emerged through the downpour, every part of him soaked, each step heavy and commanding. His hair clung to his forehead, his dark eyes shimmering faintly in the murky storm. Lightning illuminated his imposing figure with a ghostly blue glow.“Raine,” he said, his voice thick with a mix of anger, fear, and yearning. “Why did you run off by yourself?”She swallowed hard. “Because you would have stopped me.”“I should have,”







