MasukThe Echo That Refused to DieThe evening was eerily silent—so still that not even the wind dared to exhale. The remnants of the Moon Temple loomed ahead, partially collapsed walls shimmering softly under the pale rays of moonlight. Each step Echo took felt burdensome, yet she pressed on. Not when she sensed the pull… that peculiar rhythm in the atmosphere beckoning her name.Rylan walked alongside her, his posture tense and his jaw tightening intermittently. His wolf had been unsettled since they entered the ancient grounds' borders.“Something approaches,” he whispered.Echo concurred. “I can sense it too.”Behind them, Nira and Kalen trailed quietly, their gazes meticulously examining every shadow. The warriors Rylan had assigned were dispersed, creating a protective boundary, but that still didn’t alleviate the heaviness in Echo’s chest.It was not dreadful.It was something more profound. A caution from her lineage… or from the goddess who had begun intertwining the threads of her
The Silent Echo Before DawnThe night felt eerily still.Excessively quiet.Excessively watchful.A peculiar tension hung over the forest like a heavy shroud, thick enough that even the breeze dared not disturb it. Aria sensed it first—the slight constriction in her chest, the tingling on her skin as if unseen eyes were following her every movement. She halted, drawing in a deep breath as the frigid air heightened her awareness.Something was off.“We’re near,” Damien whispered beside her, his tone low and steady, though she could detect the underlying anxiety woven through it. He surveyed the path ahead, his eyes faintly luminescent in the darkness. “The trail of the Moon Keepers concludes here.”Aria examined the faint silver engravings etched into the bark of a nearby tree—ancient signs utilized by the Keepers to convey messages silently. Yet, these were unusual. Twisted. Hasty. As if the one who carved them had done so while fleeing for their life.“Damien…” she murmured, brushing
Shadows That Refuse to Stay BuriedThe night atmosphere felt dense, laden with a silence that seemed to carry foreboding. Even the breeze appeared hesitant to stir, as though it sensed something ominous approaching—something so dark it could disturb even the moon. Aria sensed it before she had a clear view. A tingling sensation ran down her spine. A weight in her chest. An urging in her veins insistent on fleeing, even though she couldn’t identify the source of her alarm.The pack grounds were more subdued than usual. Warriors moved about with taut shoulders, their gazes darting towards the borders with increased frequency. There was no mention of fear, but it lingered like mist.Aria stepped out of the infirmary after tending to the injured warriors. She cleaned her hands on her tunic and took a deep breath. “The energy tonight…” she said softly.“It’s wrong,” a voice responded from behind her.She turned around to see Rowan, his jaw clenched, his eyes reflecting the turmoil of a man
The Weight of DestinyThe night air vibrated with a tense stillness, as if the entire world was aware that something irrevocable was on the verge of happening. The moon, partially hidden behind drifting clouds, cast silvery slivers across the ground of the forest. Every tree, every rock, every shadow appeared to be observing… waiting.Aria stood at the perimeter of the clearing, her breaths shallow, her fingers shaking slightly despite her best efforts to calm herself. Her heart wasn’t beating normally—it was pounding, resonating as if it belonged to someone standing right next to her. Perhaps it did. Perhaps a part of her heart ceased to be hers once her fate became entwined with Kael’s.But tonight wasn’t about feelings or desire. Tonight was about reality.Kael approached slowly, his steps soft yet burdened by the weight he carried. His shoulders were stiff, the lines of struggle etched deeply into his stance. Aria recognized that expression—part Alpha, part wounded man, entirely
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







