Zara's pov The silver-eyed man’s words replayed in my mind, each syllable twisting like a dagger in my chest. The ache he’d awakened—the one I hadn’t realized had always been there—was impossible to ignore now. He’d planted a seed, and no matter how hard I tried to shake it off, it grew, rooting itself deeper into my thoughts. “What did they take from me?” I whispered again, my voice trembling. Kael crouched in front of me, his scarred face shadowed by worry and frustration. “Zara, don’t let him get inside your head. He’s manipulating you.” “What if he’s not?” I shot back, my voice sharper than I intended. “What if there’s something I’m not remembering? What if—” “What if it’s a trick?” Kael interrupted, his tone firm. “The Keepers thrive on deception. Whatever you think you’re missing, they’ll use it to weaken you. Don’t give them that power.” I wanted to believe him. I wanted to convince myself that the silver-eyed man was lying, that this hollow ache was just another cruel tr
Zara’s POV Seris requested we do the ritual ina a room so I took her to an empty room in the pack house. The room was dark, lit only by the dim glow of a single candle Seris had lit in the corner. Her voice was soft but persuasive as she leaned closer to me, her eyes shimmering with something I couldn’t quite place. “You have to trust me, Zara,” she whispered. “The answers you seek are locked away in your memory. If you let me, I can help you recover them. You deserve to know who you truly are and why your power is so important.” Her words were tempting, the promise of finally understanding the emptiness in my mind pulling at me like a magnet. For so long, I had lived in the shadow of questions I didn’t have answers to—questions about my family, my power, and the life I’d been forced to live. Seris reached out, her fingers hovering near my forehead. “It’s just one spell, Zara. One little incantation, and it will all come back to you.” I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me
Zara's pov The clearing at the edge of the forest was eerily silent, save for the faint rustle of leaves and the distant cry of the wind. Seris moved with precision, drawing symbols into the dirt with a blade that glinted faintly in the moonlight. The symbols pulsed with energy, their glow rippling like water as she completed the intricate circle. I stood in the center, my heart pounding. The weight of the decision I’d made pressed heavily on me, but there was no turning back now. If the silver-eyed man was right, if there was something buried deep in my mind, I needed to know. Seris straightened, brushing dirt from her hands as she turned to me. “Once we begin, there’s no stopping,” she said, her tone serious. “The magic will force your memories to surface, but it won’t be gentle. You’ll have to face them—no matter how painful they are.” I nodded, my fists clenched at my sides. “I’m ready.” She gave me a long, searching look, then raised her hands, her voice low and melodi
Zara’s POV The room was dark, lit only by the dim glow of a single candle Seris had lit in the corner. Her voice was soft but persuasive as she leaned closer to me, her eyes shimmering with something I couldn’t quite place. “You have to trust me, Zara,” she whispered. “The answers you seek are locked away in your memory. If you let me, I can help you recover them. You deserve to know waho you truly are and why your power is so important.” Her words were tempting, the promise of finally understanding the emptiness in my mind pulling at me like a magnet. For so long, I had lived in the shadow of questions I didn’t have answers to—questions about my family, my power, and the life I’d been forced to live. Seris reached out, her fingers hovering near my forehead. “It’s just one spell, Zara. One little incantation, and it will all come back to you.” I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to pull back, but I couldn’t deny the desperation I felt. I wanted to know. I needed to know.
Zara's POV I stared at the faint crescent moon mark on my wrist, its delicate curves glowing softly in the dim light. I’d never noticed it before, but now it seemed like it had always been there, quietly hiding beneath the surface of my skin. It felt strange, almost alive, like it carried a weight I didn’t understand. “Ryker,” I said, my voice shaky, “what does this mark mean?” He froze, his eyes locking onto the mark like it was a ticking bomb. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he looked like he was trying to decide how much to tell me. “It’s… complicated,” he said finally, his tone hesitant. I stepped closer, holding out my wrist. “Don’t ‘complicated’ me, Ryker. You’ve kept enough secrets from me already. What does it mean?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The mark—it’s tied to your bloodline. It’s a symbol of the prophecy, Zara.” My heart skipped a beat. “The prophecy? The one about the ‘child of the crescent moon’? The one who’s supposed to restore balance an
Zara’s POV The note weighed heavily in my hand, its simple words echoing in my mind: “Stop searching, or you’ll regret it.” Whoever sent it wasn’t bluffing. The message wasn’t just a warning—it was a threat, and I couldn’t ignore it. Ryker had been pacing the room since the letter arrived, his movements sharp and deliberate. “We have to assume they know what you’re looking for,” he said, breaking the silence. “They?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. “Who do you think sent it? The Keepers?” “Most likely,” he replied, stopping to face me. His jaw clenched. “But there’s a chance it’s someone we haven’t accounted for yet. A third party.” “Third party?” The idea sent a chill through me. “You mean someone who isn’t with the Keepers or us?” He nodded, his eyes narrowing. “There are other factions out there—smaller, more secretive groups who want the prophecy for themselves. If one of them found out about your brother…” The thought was too much to bear. I stood abruptly, my hands
Zara’s POV The sound of footsteps grew louder, crunching against the fallen leaves outside the cabin. My heart raced, and every instinct screamed for me to run, but I planted my feet firmly on the ground. Not this time. James tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, his eyes scanning the single window. “There are at least six of them,” he said in a low voice. “They won’t stop until they have you, Zara.” Ryker moved beside him, unsheathing his dagger. “Let them come. They’re not leaving alive.” I swallowed hard, glancing at Seris. She stood near the door, her expression unreadable. “Do you have any of your tricks up your sleeve, or are you just here to watch?” I asked her. She smirked, pulling a small vial of shimmering liquid from her cloak. “Relax, darling. I’m not completely useless.” Before I could ask what the vial did, the door burst open. Three men stormed in, their faces twisted with grim determination. They were armed with swords and daggers, their movement
Zara’s POV The weight of the letter sat heavily in my pocket as we moved through the dense forest, each step crunching against the fallen leaves. The night air was thick with tension, and though none of us said it aloud, we all felt the same thing. We were being followed. James walked ahead, his steps sure and silent, as if he knew this land better than anyone. Ryker stayed close beside me, his hand never straying far from his dagger. Seris, on the other hand, moved like she had no care in the world, humming under her breath as if we weren’t running for our lives. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the note—Trust no one—wasn’t just a warning. It was a test. And I wasn’t sure any of us would pass. We reached the ruins of an old stone outpost deep within the forest, hidden by thick vines and moss-covered walls. It looked like no one had been here in centuries, but James insisted it was safe. “Stay inside,” he ordered. “I need to check the perimeter.” “I’ll go with you,” Ryker sa
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