Calyra’s POVBeing marked as Thorold’s mate didn’t come with a ceremony. No gold thread. No howling chorus. No firelit circle of celebration.I heard whispers everywhere i turn in the pack, Some loud and bold enough for me the hear and some were being ome careful.At first, I thought they were just curious — the other she-wolves in the pack. Their glances lingered a little too long, their questions edged in something I couldn’t quite name. But curiosity is clean.Especially from lucy a girl in the pack who carries herself with suprimacy, i heard people calling her lucy and their future The first time I saw her, I didn’t know who she was.She wore her power like perfume—overpowering and sweet, the kind that made your teeth ache. She was tall, flawless, with perfect braids and flawless posture. She didn’t so much walk through the halls of Stormfang as she commanded them.She cornered me the day after my training lesson with Zara.I was still catching my breath in the eastern corridor wh
Calyra’s POVBeing marked as Thorold’s mate didn’t come with a ceremony. No gold thread. No howling chorus. No firelit circle of celebration.I heard whispers everywhere i turn in the pack, Some loud and bold enough for me the hear and some were being ome careful.At first, I thought they were just curious — the other she-wolves in the pack. Their glances lingered a little too long, their questions edged in something I couldn’t quite name. But curiosity is clean.Especially from lucy a girl in the pack who carries herself with suprimacy, i heard people calling her lucy and their future The first time I saw her, I didn’t know who she was.She wore her power like perfume—overpowering and sweet, the kind that made your teeth ache. She was tall, flawless, with perfect braids and flawless posture. She didn’t so much walk through the halls of Stormfang as she commanded them.She cornered me the day after my training lesson with Zara.I was still catching my breath in the eastern corridor wh
LAUREN'S POV Sitting 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 incomparab
LAUREN'S POV Sitting 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 incomparab
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