Dominicus I pause mid-stride, a sudden unease washing over me. It's as if my skin has shrunk, constricting around my muscles and bones, making every movement uncomfortable. The sensation is familiar yet inexplicable, a restlessness that sets my nerves on edge. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, trying to center myself. It's just the wolf, I tell myself. The curse that's been my constant companion for centuries, the feral beast that lurks beneath my skin. It's not unusual for these feelings to surface, especially when I've been away from Diana for a while. Diana. Just the thought of her name brings a measure of calm. She's my anchor, the one who soothes the savage beast within me. Part of me wants to go to her right now, to bask in her presence and let her gentle touch chase away this discomfort. But I know she's at work, and I don't want to distract her. It's only a few more hours until her shift ends, I remind myself. I can wait. The shrill ring of my phone cuts through my th
Diana One moment, I'm struggling against the iron grip of my captor, fear and despair threatening to overwhelm me. The next, the world erupts into chaos. A bone-chilling howl splits the air, and suddenly, there's movement everywhere. My eyes can barely keep up with the dark blur that tears through the clearing like a force of nature. Bodies fall left and right, some in pieces, others thrown aside like ragdolls. The air fills with screams of terror and the sickening sounds of flesh being rent apart. It's all happening so fast, yet time seems to stretch into an eternity. My senses are overwhelmed - the metallic tang of blood in the air, the rapid-fire of gunshots that seem to have no effect on the blur of destruction, the desperate cries of men realizing their doom is upon them. I know, without a shadow of doubt, that it's Dominicus. My mate. My protector. The Feral Alpha in all his terrifying glory. The man holding me begins to shake violently, his grip on my arm loosening as
Diana "Diana," he breathes, his voice rough with emotion. "My Diana." The way he says my name is like a prayer, filled with reverence and relief. His eyes, still glowing faintly with that otherworldly blue light, search my face as if memorizing every detail. I cling to him, inhaling his scent - a mixture of pine, earth, and something uniquely Dominicus. I revel in the solid warmth of him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my chest. "I'm okay," I assure him, though my voice shakes with the weight of everything we've just been through. "You came for me. I'm still here." He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his large hands coming up to cup my face. His touch is gentle, a stark contrast to the violence he's capable of. "Always," he vows, the single word carrying the weight of eternity. "I will always find you, always protect you. You are my heart, Diana. Without you, I am nothing but the beast." In the distance, I can hear sirens approaching, their wailing cut
Beta MarcusThe world blurs past me as I push the accelerator to its limit, my heart hammering against my ribcage like a caged animal desperate to escape. What was that? What was that?! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!! The questions loop endlessly in my mind, a broken record of terror and disbelief.My eyes dart frantically between the road ahead and the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see that...that THING materializing behind me at any moment. The memory of what I just witnessed refuses to fade, replaying in vivid, horrifying detail.I can still see it - that wolf, if you can even call it that. Dark as the devil himself, moving with a speed and ferocity that defied nature. The way it tore through those men like they were nothing more than paper dolls, their screams cut short by flashing teeth and razor-sharp claws.And then...A cold shudder runs down my spine as I recall that moment. I had been speeding away, thinking I was safe, when I glanced in the mirror one last time. Our eyes
Beta MarcusI bring my thumb to my mouth, biting down on the nail in agitation. I barely notice as I bite through to the quick, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. I don't stop. I can't stop."What do I do?" I whisper to the empty room. "What the fuck do I do?"But there are no answers. No solutions. Just the crushing weight of fear and the knowledge that I've made a terrible, possibly fatal mistake.My entire world has been turned upside down. Everything I thought I knew, everything I believed about power and hierarchy in our world, has been shattered. And in its place is only terror - a bone-deep, soul-shaking terror that threatens to consume me entirely.I remain there, huddled in the corner, my sanity hanging by a thread. The Feral Alpha's blue eyes continue to haunt me, that moment of connection replaying over and over. And with each repetition, I feel myself slipping further into the abyss of fear and madness.The night stretches on endlessly, a dark mirror to the terr
Beta Marcus I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. "Alpha, they came because Alpha Darius's young son and heir was killed a few months ago," I begin, watching Magnus's reaction carefully. "It happened on their territory. The death was... brutal." Magnus's eyebrows shoot up, genuine surprise flashing across his features. "His son? Isn't that his only child?" I nod grimly. "Yes, Alpha. After decades of trying, it was the only pup they managed to have. Just a little one, hadn't even had his first shift yet." "Damn," Magnus mutters, his brow furrowing. "No wonder he's that wound up about it," Magnus muses, his brow furrowing. "How exactly did it happen?" "The boy was found dead in the woods within their territory," I explain, choosing my words carefully. "As I said, it was brutal. It bears a striking resemblance to those mysterious murders that have been plaguing packs worldwide." Understanding dawns on Magnus's face. "Ah, so that's why they're seeking an
Beta Marcus I keep my gaze fixed downward, afraid that if I look up, Magnus might see the fear and malice in my eyes. His silence stretches on, oppressive and unsettling. The room feels charged with an energy I can't quite understand. Has he seen through my lies? Is he about to call my bluff? Finally, when Magnus speaks again, his question catches me off guard. "Where is Diana now?" I blink, momentarily thrown by the unexpected inquiry. "I... I saw her outside Garnet City, Alpha," I reply, quickly regaining my composure. "She was with a wolf who fits the description of the Feral Alpha." I pause, swallowing heavily as I dart a quick look at Magnus as I deliver the next piece of information. "Also, according to my sources, she is in a romantic relationship with this wolf. The bond appears strong, and they are most likely going to mate." The sound of shattering glass fills the room, making me jump. I look up in surprise to find Magnus standing, his face ashen with shock. His hands a
Alpha Magnus I stand in my office, the world around me blurring as my mind struggles to process the information Beta Marcus has just shared. The revelation hits me like a physical blow, leaving me disoriented and breathless. As the door closes behind Marcus, I find myself sinking into my chair, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. The first coherent thought that emerges from the fog of my mind is a startling realization. The day Beta Marcus sustained those injuries... it was the exact same day I rejected Diana. The timing, the proximity - it all aligns with chilling precision. I recall Marcus's account of the incident, his words echoing in my mind: "I saw her rummaging through my office and I thought it was quite suspicious. When I confronted her, she attacked me. I suspect she might have been trying to steal something. I didn’t expect it at all Alpha, so my guard was down." At the time, I hadn't given it much thought. Just figured it was some random low ranking wolf who was into pe
DianaEleanor’s smile is soft. Almost pleased. She lets him stew in his own sweat before she speaks.“Mmm… I think that should do.”Then, with a flick of her finger, the blade softens — the sharp crescent dissolves into formless wind, shimmering faintly as it coils around Stefan’s neck.I watch, breathless, thinking it will disappear — but instead, the condensed currents split, sliding smoothly along both sides of his throat, brushing the skin with the gentlest, most deliberate, and menacing caress, before they meet again behind his neck.There, in a heartbeat, the wind snaps back into form, reforming into a razor-fine blade.And then — faster than the eye can track — it whips across the room.CLANG.The windblade slices straight through a steel art sculpture standing by the far wall — a polished metal spiral about thirty centimeters wide — and cuts it clean in half.The halves clatter apart with a ringing sound, the edges gleaming sharp and fresh.The blade itself dissipates before i
Diana Inside, I sigh. He could’ve spared himself this trouble with a single question. One question and he would have been told that witches are masters of disguise and manipulators of perception. But no — this one has to bluster himself straight into a trap. And sure enough, Eleanor’s sweet smile only widens with every word. It’s a gentle, grandmotherly smile — the kind you’d expect from a woman who bakes cookies and knits sweaters — but the longer it lingers, the colder the air feels, until a faint, prickling thread of danger curls along my spine. Quietly, I inch a little closer to Dominicus. Eleanor’s been alive for thousands of years — and though she’s never told me exactly how old she is, one thing is certain: she isn’t the type to let this kind of disrespect slide. Finally, Eleanor tilts her head, her voice as soft as silk. “Would you like… a demonstration?” Alpha Stefan falls silent, his sneer sharpening, and makes a sweeping gesture with his arm — the smug, careless kind
Diana A low growl rumbles from Alpha Darius of the Plena Luna pack. His eyes glint with raw grief. “No. I will avenge my son. I’ll hunt down those bastards myself!” Dom’s sharp edge softens for the grieving father, though just slightly. His voice lowers, gentler, though still firm. “That won’t work, Darius. The best thing you can do — for your mate, for your pack — is live. The best thing you can do for your son is protect what’s left. If you rush out looking for a fight, you’ll only throw your life away. And that helps no one.” Alpha Darius’ eyes are red with rage and frustration. His trembling lips open and close for a moment before a strangled and pained sound is wrenched from him. Alpha Stefan however, is obviously not so easily convinced. He gives a sharp, sarcastic laugh. “You must be kidding me.” His eyes glitter with derision. “I’m not the kind of man who lets someone else decide his fate.” He sneers, gaze sweeping from me, to Dom, to Eleanor. “Especially not peopl
Diana Alpha Livia clears her throat delicately, her fingers tapping once against the table before she speaks. “So… as the Priest…” I lift my chin, my voice cutting clean through the room. “Priestess.” She pauses, a flicker of acknowledgment in her eyes, then corrects herself with a small nod. “Priestess. As the Priestess, how exactly would you seal the Dark Mage? Alpha Dominicus mentioned the Priest played a crucial role before — but he didn’t explain how.” And there it is. My stomach knots faintly. That’s the problem, isn’t it? I’m not entirely sure myself — not yet. But Dom and I plan to find out as soon as this meeting ends. Still, we had agreed beforehand: no hint of uncertainty, no gaps, no loose threads. We couldn’t risk sparking panic among the packs — or worse, letting anything slip that the dark witches might catch wind of. I part my lips, preparing to smooth over the gap, but Dom beats me to it. “Even if she explained it, you wouldn’t understand.” His voice is
Diana Her voice cuts crisply through the air. “The first time the Dark Mage was sealed… you said it took the Amadeus Alpha, the Primarch Arcana, and the Moon Goddess’s Priest.” Her eyes sweep the room, assessing. “Are you saying we’re going to repeat that now?” Dom nods once, calmly. “That’s right.” Alpha Livia’s brow furrows slightly. “And you, you’ll stand in for your ancestor?” Dom’s mouth curves in the faintest of smiles. “I will.” Her gaze sharpens. “That leaves the Primarch Arcana… and the Priest.” She casts a slow look around the table, then back at Dom again. “Until today, none of us even knew there was a Priest. Do you know where this Priest is?” Dom’s eyes flick briefly to me, and parts his lips to answer, “Yes. It’s-“ I finish for him. My voice quiet but clear. “-Me.” The room freezes. Every head turns. I keep my face composed, letting my voice carry evenly across the silent table. “Allow me to properly reintroduce myself. I am Diana Castellanos—Alpha o
Diana Suddenly, a voice slices sharply through the heavy silence. “We have to stop the ritual!” An Alpha halfway down the table shoots to his feet, his face flushed with urgency. His Beta, seated beside him, tugs lightly at his arm as if to steady him, but the Alpha shakes his head sharply, his eyes locking onto Dominicus. Dom doesn’t even flinch. His voice remains calm, almost weary. “Naturally.” He lets the word hang in the air for a beat, then tilts his head slightly. “How do you propose we do that?” The Alpha’s response is instant, raw with emotion. “Easy. We find them. We go to their coven and wipe them out—all of them.” Dom blinks once, slowly. Then gives a faint, almost pitying shake of his head. “Easy?” He leans in just slightly, his tone still smooth but edged with a dangerous undercurrent. “How exactly do you plan to find them? Don’t forget—these aren’t wolves we’re dealing with. They’re witches. You think you can find a witch who doesn’t want to be found?”
Diana The next Alpha my eyes land on pulls my attention instantly. He’s middle-aged, broad-shouldered, hulking—even among all these Alphas, he stands out as particularly powerful. His short-cropped hair and sharply cut features give him a severe, almost intimidating air. But what surprises me is the look on his face. Unlike the others, there’s no flicker of wariness, no veiled animosity in his gaze. Instead, he’s smiling. Calm. Almost amused, like he’s simply waiting for the meeting to begin, perfectly at ease. Intrigued, I shift my gaze to the third Alpha who stands out. And this time, I have to look twice. The Alpha, her Beta, and the two Gamma warriors flanking her… they’re all women. The Alpha meets my eyes directly—her expression steady, cool, unreadable. Then, with a small, polite nod, she acknowledges me before turning her attention back to Dom. All of this unfolds in seconds: quick assessments, sharp glances, the silent tension of predators sizing each other
Diana I spot Dom waiting just down the hall, his arms crossed, his sharp eyes flick up as soon as come out me. His face softens—just slightly—and he reaches out. I walk up to him and slip my hand into his. Eleanor falls into step behind us, quiet and peaceful, her presence a steady pulse at my back. Together, the three of us move toward the wide double doors at the end of the hall—the conference room where today’s meeting is about to hold. The air feels thicker here, heavy with the scent of too many wolves, sharp anticipation, and something almost metallic — the bracing edge of challenge, perhaps, or simply the weight of so many packs gathered under one roof. As we near, an Amadeus warrior steps forward. Clyde. He bows smoothly. “Alpha. Luna.” He gives Eleanor a polite nod. “Ma’am.” Dom gives him a curt nod in return, but I offer Clyde a small smile. Eleanor answers warmly, “Hello dear.” Clyde straightens and says, “The packs have brought a fair number of warriors w
Diana I blink, brow arching. Magnus almost mated to someone? That’s news to me. Can’t find it in me to care. The first girl nods eagerly. “Exactly! And it was super suspicious. It was supposed to be this huge deal — even our Alpha was invited — but just a week before the ceremony, it was called off.” She waves her hands for emphasis; the others nod vigorously. She leans in, voice dropping. “I heard Natasha left Zervos and went back to the Silvanus pack, then mated with an Omega from Plena Luna.” Another round of wide eyes and startled gasps. “It’s obvious why the ceremony was canceled,” she smirks. “Natasha met her real mate. Everyone thought Magnus set the match because he hadn’t found his mate yet… but he had. And he rejected her!” The gasps turn into soft curses. I catch words like scum and bastard tossed out under their breath, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. The third girl eagerly nudges the first. “And? And?! What else?” The first girl glances around, th