INICIAR SESIÓNLyra My eyes flutter open, to a new day. The soft morning light filters through the cracked curtains, painting stripes across the wooden floor. It's been days since the letter arrived, a crisp parchment stained with dark ink, and I've been holed up in my room, replaying every word, every choice, every "what if." My mother's voice still echoes in my head-calm, measured, trying to convince me that staying hidden is the safest route. I can't bring myself to accept it.Today I wanted to walk through the pack, check on the reports of kidnapped hybrids, and listen to the whispers of terrified creatures. I needed to feel useful, needed something to focus on besides the knot in my gut.But something is definitely wrong.I'm not in my room in the pack house. This... this is my room in Lupari pack. How the hell did I get here? What is this now?I sit up abruptly, the blankets sliding off my shoulders. The air smells different-stale, tinged with ash. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, fe
~Third person's pov~It was like Belinda's heart was shattered, beating so fast it threatened to burst. The invisible threads that once tied her to Kael, Jane, Jay-her husband and children-snapped with a soundless crack, leaving a hollow echo in her chest. Their deaths pulsed through her like a fresh wound, each throb a reminder of the agony that had just been inflicted.She lay on the cold floor, body throbbing, eyes glazed with a hollow expression. "What did they do to deserve such an end?" she whispered, the words scraping her throat raw. "All my mate wanted was a good life, to make me and my children comfortable. All he did was stay loyal, even as an Omega. My children weren't even given a second chance. You took life from them like they were rats."Alpha Mokia, seated on his bed, showed no flicker of remorse. He stared at her, composed, his lips curling into a faint, almost bored smile. "Like I told you earlier, for every wrong decision you take, a life is taken. You chose to tak
~Still in third person's pov~Martina, her father, mother, and her sister Layla rushed out of the room where they were gathered with other omegas. They didn't know if there were other witches there or they were just the only ones, but they didn't care because right now it was just about them. To escape for their lives and this treacherous pack.Martina was supposed to keep her magic sealed, just like her parents and sister, but she just couldn't. Sealing her powers would make her no different than a human, and now it was coming in handy. But there was one thing Martina forgot – she was dealing with wolves, and she was just one person. There was no way she could defeat them all.Werewolves were fast, warriors, daring, and unpredictable. While witches needed to channel their energy to perform magic, Martina realized she was at a disadvantage. They were out of the room that called for the meeting and approaching an underground tunnel. Parading themselves as omegas had really helped them
Third person's POV~~"I don't agree to this, Kael," and then she walked away. Mark was left in a tough decision - should he listen to his mate and stay and then bear the punishment, or accept the Alpha's request and better the lives of him and his family? A deep sigh of frustration left his lips before he walked away silently.A week later, Kael went back to the pack house to tell the Alpha of Grey Moon Pack that he would be declining his request, because after thinking for a while, he decided that it was for the best. Good life or not, he couldn't put his family in harm's way.Getting there, he was led to the council hall, and he was clueless about this. Why was a lowly omega like him being led to the council hall? Did something happen? Did the Alpha want to make an announcement? As he got there, the elders stopped discussing, and the Alpha was seated on his own chair. Then Kael was pushed inside as if he had committed a great sin.He looked around in confusion. Everyone looked at hi
Third person's pov ~~As they both swam in the river of the forgotten soul, the water lapped against their skin like a cold, unforgiving caress. The air was heavy with the scent of decay and death, and the sound of whispers seemed to echo through the darkness. Finally, they reached a point where a skeleton was waiting for them, its bony frame towering over the water like a macabre sentinel."Finally, someone to play with," the skeleton spoke with a clatter of teeth, its voice like the rattle of dry bones. "What are you?"Belinda and Martina exchanged a wary glance. "Don't ask questions," the skeleton snapped, its voice rising in anger. "You know about our powers?"The sisters hesitated, sensing the danger emanating from the skeleton. "Don't ask questions," it repeated, its voice dripping with menace.The skeleton's empty sockets seemed to bore into their very souls, and Belinda and Martina felt a shiver run down their spines. "You two must pay before you pass, not in gold but a fragme
Third person's pov~~Martina and her sister Belinda finally arrived at the gate of the Blood Moon, the path that led to the underworld. However, they were met with an unexpected obstacle – the gate was locked, and they couldn’t pass.“What now, sister?” Martina asked, her voice laced with concern.Belinda’s eyes narrowed as she examined the gate. “It’s not a Blood Moon, that’s why the gate is locked,” she explained. “And you know, the next Blood Moon is happening in the next month...”Martina’s face fell as she realized the implications. “We don’t have five months, if we choose to wait till that time, life will be taken away from us by those dogs,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.A sly smile curved on Belinda’s lips. “We do the forbidden ritual, then,” she said, her voice dripping with determination.Martina’s eyes widened in horror. “No,” she spoke, her voice trembling. “That’s a death cause, that’s why it’s called the forbidden ritual. Our blood will be tainted, sister.







