Mia’s POV They still whisper her name like she’s a legend. Zara. The blessed one. The healer. The mother of prophecy. Luna of Stormfang. Beloved of the Alpha Ryker. And me? I’m the one the Moon Goddess ignored. The twin who stood beside her in the womb, but never in destiny. It was always her. Even when we were children, Zara carried the light. She glowed in ways I never understood. Our parents praised her gentleness, her calm, her strange gift to soothe even the wildest wolf. I sharpened my claws in silence. I studied harder. I fought stronger. And still, I was never more than her shadow. Until now. I sit at the edge of a crumbling balcony in a fortress no one dares speak of. The ruins of a once-powerful rogue outpost that I now command. It’s cold here. The wind cuts like truth. But it’s mine. Below, wolves move through the shadows—silent, loyal, broken creatures I’ve gathered over the years. The Council pretends they don’t see me, but they know. They know I exist between
Thorold’s POV I felt it first in my dreams. A pulling—tight, low, like the weight of a tether I didn’t know I carried. The night was still, but my sleep was broken. No visions. No flames. Just a strange pressure in my chest and a whisper threading through my mind like smoke: **“He’s mine, too.”** I woke before dawn, sweat cold on my back. The window beside my bed was open, though I hadn’t touched it. The wind didn’t move the curtains. It just sat there—heavy, unmoving, watching. My wolf stirred beneath my skin. Not afraid. Alert. We weren’t alone. I stepped into the corridor, pulling a cloak around my shoulders. The Academy was quiet again. Too quiet. It wasn’t the absence of footsteps or voices. It was the way the stones seemed to hum. The wards lining the walls had shifted in color—just slightly. Gold to dull bronze. Warm to something colder. I made my way to the sanctuary near the eastern wing—the place where the Veil seemed to hang thinnest, where the runes whispered old
Thorold’s POVThe path Mia carved into the world didn’t appear on any map.No witches spoke of it. No seers dared name it. Even the Hollow avoided mention of what lay beyond the Weeping Range, where sunlight never quite touched and the trees bent in silence.But I could feel it.In my blood.It hummed in my bones like a compass that pointed only one way: home, and yet not.The Shadowlands.Where forgotten wolves drifted between what was once holy and what had long since become corrupted.Where Mia waited.I traveled alone.Kael had offered to come. So had Lira. Even Ryker had sent word, urging caution. But I knew this was something I had to do without an army.Mia wasn’t just a threat.She was part of me.And some truths could only be confronted alone.I crossed through the Ashveil Mountains under moonlight, descended past the gorge where no birds sang. The deeper I went, the heavier the air became—thick with old spells, regret, and something far worse:Expectancy.By the third day, e
Thorold’s POVThe path Mia carved into the world didn’t appear on any map.No witches spoke of it. No seers dared name it. Even the Hollow avoided mention of what lay beyond the Weeping Range, where sunlight never quite touched and the trees bent in silence.But I could feel it.In my blood.It hummed in my bones like a compass that pointed only one way: home, and yet not.The Shadowlands.Where forgotten wolves drifted between what was once holy and what had long since become corrupted.Where Mia waited.I traveled alone.Kael had offered to come. So had Lira. Even Ryker had sent word, urging caution. But I knew this was something I had to do without an army.Mia wasn’t just a threat.She was part of me.And some truths could only be confronted alone.I crossed through the Ashveil Mountains under moonlight, descended past the gorge where no birds sang. The deeper I went, the heavier the air became—thick with old spells, regret, and something far worse:Expectancy.By the third day, e
Zara’s POVI had hoped this day wouldn’t come.Hoped the past would stay buried beneath years of silence, beneath the ashes of betrayal and bloodlines too painful to speak of. But the air was shifting again. The Moon pulled harder in the sky. And something inside me said it clearly:Mia is awake.And Thorold knows.I could feel it through the thread that still bound us—the way a mother never stops feeling her child, even if the bond has been dulled by time, trauma, and spells meant to protect us both.Ryker found me in the old grove near the waterfall, the one we had rebuilt after the war with the rogue packs. I sat beneath the willow tree with my hands buried in the earth. It was the only thing that helped me think—feeling something solid, something that didn't lie.He didn’t speak at first. Just stood behind me with that quiet patience of his, like he was giving me time to speak or time to run.“I know you feel it too,” I said without turning.He moved closer. “Thorold sent a messag
Thorold’s POVThe room they gave me was carved into the mountain itself, walls veined with glowing darkstone, the air damp with magic that didn’t sleep. It wasn’t a prison—there were no chains, no locks, no guards outside the door.But it felt like one.I couldn’t shake the weight on my chest. Not fear. Not even guilt.Expectation.From Mia. From the world. From the blood in my veins that had begun to hum again the moment we touched.It was loud now. Almost like it wanted me to answer.To surrender.I sat cross-legged on the cold floor, palms flat against the stone, trying to calm the wolf in me that paced like a caged beast.But then… the door opened.She didn’t knock.She never did.Mia stepped inside like a whisper slipping through a crack in the wall. She wore something darker tonight—shimmering black robes that shimmered like ink in candlelight. Her bare feet made no sound as she crossed the floor.“You’re awake,” she said softly.“I don’t sleep easily in places that pulse with s
Thorold’s POV I didn’t run. But I didn’t stay, either. The moment I stepped beyond Mia’s stone doors and into the dying woods that surrounded her citadel, I felt the Veil shift again. Not against me—but within me. My blood still hummed from the almost-binding, aching with the echo of a bond that had never fully formed. She hadn’t chased me. But her magic clung to my back like ash from a fire I refused to feed. The wolves at the gates parted once more, but this time, their eyes lingered longer. Not out of reverence. Out of warning. They knew I was leaving with something she had wanted. Something she had failed to claim. The path back through the Shadowlands was different. The trees leaned closer. The soil pulsed like it remembered me now. I kept my claws drawn beneath my skin, my senses wide open. It wasn’t just the danger. It was the guilt. Because for a moment, I had wanted what she offered. Not the power, not the crown—but the connection. The family I n
Thorold’s POVI burned the scroll.Not because I feared it.But because I didn’t want it to be real."Remember us."Not a threat. Not a warning. A plea.One I didn’t understand.One I couldn’t ignore.At dawn, the wind blew colder.Zara called a meeting in the great hall. Stormfang’s inner council gathered quickly—commanders, scouts, rune masters, and a few witches loyal to the old ways. Ryker stood near the hearth, silent but watchful. The moment I entered, every conversation stopped.I felt the stares.Not suspicious.Not yet.But cautious.Zara spoke first.“Mia struck the Hollow and pulled back without blood. That alone makes it clear—she’s waiting.”“Waiting for what?” one of the commanders asked. “A retaliation?”“No,” I said. “She’s waiting for doubt. For hesitation. For someone here to crack.”A silence followed. One that felt heavier than it should.Zara turned to me. “Explain.”I walked to the table.“She sent a messenger last night. Not to kill me. To deliver something. A s
Zara’s POVSitting on the towel I've laid by the river of a deep forest close to my pack, I consider this hideout place my paradise.This is the only place I can be myself without the fear that someone will find out my true identity.I like to spend my quiet time by the river in the forest, not too far from my pack. I often visit the beautiful forest to clear my head from the day's stress.When the thought of a dream I had a day before crossed my mind, the moon goddess appeared to me again."My child, it is time."Her message to me was clear, but I asked still, “Am I prepared?”Am I prepared to take back my father's throne from the traitor, who killed my parents and took over our pack?It was just one sentence. She smiled at me and then vanished.The first time she appeared to me, I was just thirteen years after I first shifted into my wolf form.That was also the day I met my companion and my wolf Jada.“She’s gone, Lauren.” Jada said and then added, “She’s so incomparably beautiful.
LAUREN'S POVSitting on the towel I've laid by the river of a deep forest close to my pack, I consider this hideout place my paradise.This is the only place I can be myself without the fear that someone will find out my true identity.I like to spend my quiet time by the river in the forest, not too far from my pack. I often visit the beautiful forest to clear my head from the day's stress.When the thought of a dream I had a day before crossed my mind, the moon goddess appeared to me again."My child, it is time."Her message to me was clear, but I asked still, “Am I prepared?”Am I prepared to take back my father's throne from the traitor, who killed my parents and took over our pack?It was just one sentence. She smiled at me and then vanished.The first time she appeared to me, I was just thirteen years after I first shifted into my wolf form.That was also the day I met my companion and my wolf Jada.“She’s gone, Lauren.” Jada said and then added, “She’s so incomparably beautifu
Thorold’s POV I had forgotten what laughter sounded like — real laughter. Not the kind that hides wounds or buys time between battles, but the kind that spills from a wolf’s chest effortlessly, without purpose, just because the sun is warm and the air no longer smells like death. I stood at the edge of the clearing near Stormfang’s lake, watching pups splash in the shallows, their fur soaked and wild, their howls sounding more like songs than calls to arms. This was the pack I had only heard about in stories. Now, I was a part of it. It had been weeks since Mia disappeared into the forest with what remained of her army. No more shadow-wolves. No more traitors. No more blood in the halls. Just quiet. And peace. We didn’t trust this peace completely. But we allowed it in because we were tired and needed to believe that survival could mean more than just the absence of war. I sat in the grass with Kael and Lira, our game of cards forgotten as a group of young warriors tossed a
Thorold’s POV I had forgotten what laughter sounded like — real laughter. Not the kind that hides wounds or buys time between battles, but the kind that spills from a wolf’s chest effortlessly, without purpose, just because the sun is warm and the air no longer smells like death. I stood at the edge of the clearing near Stormfang’s lake, watching pups splash in the shallows, their fur soaked and wild, their howls sounding more like songs than calls to arms. This was the pack I had only heard about in stories. Now, I was a part of it. It had been weeks since Mia disappeared into the forest with what remained of her army. No more shadow-wolves. No more traitors. No more blood in the halls. Just quiet. And peace. We didn’t trust this peace completely. But we allowed it in because we were tired and needed to believe that survival could mean more than just the absence of war. I sat in the grass with Kael and Lira, our game of cards forgotten as a group of young warriors tossed a
Thorold’s POV I had forgotten what laughter sounded like — real laughter. Not the kind that hides wounds or buys time between battles, but the kind that spills from a wolf’s chest effortlessly, without purpose, just because the sun is warm and the air no longer smells like death. I stood at the edge of the clearing near Stormfang’s lake, watching pups splash in the shallows, their fur soaked and wild, their howls sounding more like songs than calls to arms. This was the pack I had only heard about in stories. Now, I was a part of it. It had been weeks since Mia disappeared into the forest with what remained of her army. No more shadow-wolves. No more traitors. No more blood in the halls. Just quiet. And peace. We didn’t trust this peace completely. But we allowed it in because we were tired and needed to believe that survival could mean more than just the absence of war. I sat in the grass with Kael and Lira, our game of cards forgotten as a group of young warriors tossed a
(Zara’s POV)I spotted Thorold behind the healer’s hall, sitting on the low stone wall with his boots dangling just above the dirt. His elbows rested on his knees, shoulders relaxed, and for the first time in days, he looked… at ease.He didn’t flinch when I approached. His head turned slightly, and he gave me a small, tired smile.“Trying to disappear?” I asked.He shrugged. “Just hiding from Ryker. He wants to spar. I told him my bones need a break.”I smiled and sat beside him. “Smart choice. He doesn’t go easy.”“I’m learning.”We watched a few pack members sparring in the open yard. There was no war urgency in their movement. They were laughing, shouting challenges, tripping over their own feet. It was the kind of scene I used to dream about.“You look like him,” I said quietly, surprising myself.Thorold looked over. “Ryker?”I nodded.“The way you stand when you’re thinking. That habit of checking the exits even when you’re smiling. And when you lift your chin before speaking…
LAUREN'S POV Logan was too hot my heart pounding and when I felt his fingers playing with my n**ples, it gave me a different sensation. it felt so good as if that was the first time we were making our downtown move slowly and grabbed my hard n**please, and sucked on it, he was such a baby. "Will you stop teasing me already?" I said to him angrily. Logan kissed me again with passion, his gue trailing down to lick my collarbone, then feature down to my n*please. Logan slipped his hand into my pants and started playing with my cl*****s "Baby you are already wet?" he said, whispering into my ears. he looked up into my eyes, " Bianca,l love you so much, and thank you for not giving up on me when I was lost. he touched my n**ples again, your n*ples are so hard and I love it when I turn you on. I looked him in the eyes, "Will you f**k me already and stop the talking?" my pussy throbbed and ached, he inspected his finger into my p**y and f**led me with his two fingers. it was so g
LAUREN'S POV The elders of the kingdom led the way, followed by the younger members of the pack, all dressed in their finest clothes. As we walked, we sang a beautiful song that celebrated the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls.As the procession reached the centre of the valley, the elders stepped forward, and the crowd fell silent. They began to speak, their voices strong and clear, and everyone listened intently."We are gathered here tonight to celebrate the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls. This is a momentous occasion, one that we have been waiting for, for many years. And our young wolves are allowed to explore and find their mates.""We are honoured to witness this union, and we wish the happy couple all the best."The crowd erupted in applause, and the pack elders stepped back, allowing us to step forward. we were both dressed in beautiful clothes, and we looked radiant in the moonlight. They stood facing each other, our eyes locked. "ou
LAUREN'S POV The elders of the kingdom led the way, followed by the younger members of the pack, all dressed in their finest clothes. As we walked, we sang a beautiful song that celebrated the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls. As the procession reached the centre of the valley, the elders stepped forward, and the crowd fell silent. They began to speak, their voices strong and clear, and everyone listened intently. "We are gathered here tonight to celebrate the arrival of the full moon and the union of two souls. This is a momentous occasion, one that we have been waiting for, for many years. And our young wolves are allowed to explore and find their mates." "We are honoured to witness this union, and we wish the happy couple all the best." The crowd erupted in applause, and the pack elders stepped back, allowing us to step forward. we were both dressed in beautiful clothes, and we looked radiant in the moonlight. They stood facing each other, our eyes locked