LOGINWren is the daughter of Long Mountain Pack's Alpha Mixon and Luna Freya. A well respected couple within the werewolf world. Both her parents are strong, charismatic leaders. Even her older brother Mitchell finds it an effortless task to deal with any situation, no matter how many wolves are gathered. Unlike her family Wren struggles with social interaction. Finding comfort in solitude. Her family and pack love her dearly but they do not truly understand her. Wren has the ability to know someone's feelings as her own.. Quite quickly she can establish one's character and whether they are inherently good or not. The effects of doing so however are very draining on her mentally and emotionally. Wren hopes that one day when she finds her mate he will accept and love her. She fears that he might not be able to deal with her. Most people end up closing to simply avoid her... With her eighteenth birthday fast approaching will she find her mate? Will he accept her as she is? Wren doesn't know it yet,, but there is a war brewing behind the scenes. A war like never before. To survive Wren must accept herself and trust those she loves. Will she finally realize her true strength in time?
View MoreIn the mystical realm of Lunaria,the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over boundary that surrounded the Moonclaw Pack’s territory. The thick canopy of trees swayed in the wind, and the distant howls of wolves echoed in the night air. At the heart of the forest, tucked deep within the safety of its towering trees, lay the village of the Moonclaw Pack—a sprawling settlement of log cabins, connected by winding dirt paths, glowing lanterns hanging from posts to light the way. The pack was alive with activity as preparations for the Festival of Transformation were well underway. It was a festival of great importance, the night when the daughters of the Alpha would face their destiny.
A solitary figure moved past the boundaries of the territory of the Moonclaw pack and moving into the dense forest to hunt, her long, white hair gleaming in the moonlight like the snow-covered peaks of distant mountains. Her name was Seraphine, and she was an enigma within the pack. Born with a head of snow-white hair and eyes that shone like molten silver, she was unlike any other wolf in the Moonclaw Pack. Her appearance alone had set her apart from the moment of her birth, and the rumors had only grown more vicious with time. The pack always whispered behind her back, calling her cursed, a bad omen. They avoided her, turned their backs on her, and treated her as though she didn’t exist. It wasn’t just her appearance that had made her an outcast. Seraphine had given birth to triplets, three beautiful children who had the same features like her white hair with unknown origins. No one in the pack knew who their father was. Seraphine had never spoken of him, and the circumstances of their conception were shrouded in mystery. Some said she had consorted with a dark spirit or a demon; others believed she had been cursed by the gods. The truth was, Seraphine kept the secret locked within her heart, knowing that no matter what she said, the pack would never accept her or her children. Her triplets—two boys and a girl—were just as unusual as their mother. Each child had inherited their mother’s stark white hair and piercing silver eyes, and though they were still young, the pack treated them with the same suspicion and disdain that they showed Seraphine. The children, aware of the cruelty directed their way, played in the shadows of the village, always under their mother’s watchful eye. But tonight, Seraphine felt a heaviness in her chest, a foreboding sense that something was about to happen. while out hunting for food, she is ambushed by rogues(lone wolves), their snarling jaws and flashing teeth leaving her badly wounded as she eagerly escapes. Upon reaching the boundary of her pack with her last breath, blood trickles down from her forehead as the world blurs. She can barely hear the footsteps approaching her, the concerned murmurs of pack members—those who had once ignored her, now crowding around. "It's seraphine! Someone get the pack healer" "Look at her..... even now she brings misfortune upon herself" whispered another pack member. Seraphine whispered a prayer for her children safety before succumbing to her injuries and slipping away into the darkness. **In another time, another world…** In the modern world, far from the ancient traditions of the Moonclaw Pack, a woman known only as Kira prowled the dark streets of a city that never slept. Kira was not her real name, but it was the only one she needed. She was an assassin, a master of the shadows, feared by those who knew of her and unseen by those who didn’t. Her skills were legendary, her ability to move without a trace, to eliminate targets with precision and cold efficiency, made her one of the most sought-after assassins in the underworld. The dark streets of the city are slick with rain. Kira leans against a crumbling brick wall in a narrow alley, clutching her side where blood pours from a fresh wound. She breathes heavily, her movements slow and deliberate. The sound of distant sirens echoes through the alley, but they are far too late. “They got me… Damn fools… How did it all go so wrong?” She mutters to herself. She slides down the wall, her vision dimming as blood pools beneath her. Her hand trembles as she lifts it to the sky, staring up at the moon, full and glowing faintly between the skyscrapers. “The moon… Funny how it’s always there, watching.”kira smiles despite her miserable state. Her breath becomes shallow, her body growing cold. She closes her eyes, her mind fading. “I wonder… will I be lucky… or cursed… when I leave this world?” She whispered As her vision darkens, she feels an inexplicable pull, a force tugging at her soul. Her body, lifeless, remains in the alley—but her essence drifts, drawn toward the light of the moon. **Back to the Mystical realm of Lunaria…** When Seraphine awakened, she was no longer the same. Or rather, she was—and wasn’t. A new consciousness, a new soul, had taken residence in her body. Kira, the assassin from the 21st century, had been reborn in Seraphine’s form. But with her came all the memories of her past life—the skills, the instincts, the knowledge of the modern world. Kira woke to the sound of rustling leaves outside her window. Her head pounded from the injury. Kira (to herself) "What happened? Why do I feel so weak?" "Where is the place" she looks around in confusion. [The door creaked open, and a figure entered.] The figure approached her saying "Seraphine, you should rest. The Festival is tonight." "Who are you?" "I'm Elara, the pack's healer. I've brought you medicine." Elara looked at her pitfully "take the medicine and you will be fine, your children are outside the door waiting for you" Kira looks in confusion as the old woman walks out " Children?" Just as she was wondering she felt a sharp pain in her head as the memories and experiences of Seraphine merges with her own. Kira suddenly regained consciousness again as she tried to process the information she just got. This was when realization dawned upon her that she has transmigrated into another world. "Jeez I can't believe I transmigrated to another world. I thought this only exist in fairy tales" Overwhelmed by the situation she found herself in she stares into blank space before she is distracted by the door opening.⚠Warning graphic sexual violence⚠ Cullen was furious. How had the wretched vampire been so incompetent? He had sent her on a simple mission. All that she had needed to do was kill the future Luna of the Red River Pack. Her mission was as simple as any other she had been assigned countless times before. Not only had she failed to kill the mutt, she then allowed it to escape. Growling with anger and frustration, Cullen grabbed the side table up and smashed it on the floor before turning and heading over to his desk. He walked behind it and sat heavily into his chair. As he sat there with his eyes closed and rubbing his temples the sorceress sat across the room on the leather loveseat looking as though she could care less about the entire situation. Failure was something Cullen did not tolerate. This Kira would pay. He sat there waiting for her return. He had sent her and several others out into the world to look for and retrieve the young Luna. He was angry that she had not been kil
Phelan stood brooding at the door of his bedroom and watched as Micheal and Damien, his packs best tracker, scoured every inch of the room for clues or scents that did not belong. Every other pack member now knew that their Luna was missing. The entire ten thousand plus members were raring to attack whomever had been foolish enough to pull off such a stunt. Whoever they were, they would pay for their insolence. However, Phelan had forbid any other wolves entry to the penthouse. He didn't want to risk contaminating the scene. It irritated him that it was taking his men so long to deduce what had happened. It seemed like forever that Wren had been taken. Phelan knew that the longer it took for them to find any clues the more likely it would be that they may not find anything at all. This infuriated him. His wolf Lobo was fighting to come forward. He wanted to rip something or someone to shreds over the matter. Phelan knew he had to remain in control of himself to keep Lobo at bay.
Phelan raised up onto his elbows and looked at the bed beneath him in disbelief. Wren was gone. She was there and then... gone. She was just gone. His confusion turned to fear as he looked all around his bedroom. Wren was nowhere to be seen. He raised up on his knees and looked back down at the bed where she had been. His robe laid there in a heap. His fear grew and was accompanied by pure rage as reality set in. Somehow, someone had taken her. But how? He had been right there on top of her! His rage grew and began to consume him. His canines grew, his claws extended, and he threw his head back and let out a mighty roar that shook the walls of his penthouse. Immediately, the mindlink opened up and the voices of his pack members flooded his head with questions of concern. He roared again, before forcing the link closed with all of them except Matthew. He ordered Matthew to come at once to his penthouse. Phelan ordered his second in command to bring with him their best tracker and Mi
Wren woke to the morning sun shining into the room. She stretched as her eyes fluttered open. There was a smile plastered to her face. Surprisingly she felt well rested. She and her mate had spent the rest of yesterday evening and most of the night making love and exploring each other's bodies. Smiling she turned to look at her mate sleeping peacefully beside her. She then glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost seven. She new being an Alpha with responsibilities that Phelan would be waking up soon. He probably should have already been awake and gone for the day. She had gotten carried away with emotions the evening before and had not yet finished their conversation. She decided to go relieve herself and freshen up before her mate woke up. She had to finish their talk before his day began. She threw the comforter off of herself and carefully eased out of the bed. Then made her way to the bathroom and quietly closed the door behind her. After using the toilet she washed her h
As the rest of the guests said their goodbyes and Alphas left with their enterages to return to their own pack lands, Simon quietly slipped away. He had managed to fly under anyone's radar for the entirety of the weekend's celebration. It had been a piece of cake really. Even without the enchantmen
Wren woke with a smile on her face and a knock at her bedroom door. Looking over at the door she was greeted by her mother's smiling face peaking into her room. Her mother stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "Wren dear, I thought you might want help packing for your trip. We have an hour
Luna Freya kissed her daughter's temple gingerly before walking over and picking up two small jewelry boxes. Turning back to her daughter she smiled and explained. "This box here contains a gift from your father and I. And this box here is a gift from your father's mother. Your grandmother wasn't ab
Phelan stepped out of his plane followed closely by his gamma and two warriors. All four men were eager to reach their destination. The sooner the better. It would be easier for Crescent Moon to ambush them on the rest of there travel. They had no way of knowing whether Cullen's spies were aware of






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