LOGIN"You have hidden behind lies long enough," Edwin snarled, shoving Garrett back. "To mention but a few, you slaughtered Tiara's parents, you betrayed my father, sowed the seed of corruption deep into the hearts of my people, and now you dare to call yourself a leader?"Garrett paused, looking innocently at Edwin before he suddenly laughed in a harsh and cruel manner."Your father was a worse weakling compared to Tiara's father, Edwin. He played by rules that no longer exist. We needed something better and stronger. I did what was necessary and expected of every capable and brave man for power. And Tiara's parents? They were simply collateral, nothing more."Edwin's eyes burned with fury. He lunged, striking blow after blow, each swing fueled by years of buried rage. Garrett parried with brutal efficiency, his strikes precise, deadly, each one meant to break Edwin's spirit."Collateral and pawns?
The iron door creaked as Vanessa stepped into the passageway. The two men running behind her, watching their backs and the environment. As they did this, they also saw her red gown that dragged against the stone floor, not wanting to step on it. They moved quickly, guiding her through hidden tunnels beneath the keep."We should stay low, my lady," one of them whispered to her, trying to caution her careless moves.She abruptly stopped walking. "And why should I stay low? Why are you so bothersome?" She frustratingly said to the man. "You have been all over the place, dishing out orders to me like you own the place or like you are my superior,""I am sorry, my lady. That was not my intention," the man quickly apologized. "I was just trying to make our exit a peaceful and smooth one because the alpha left men behind,""But most of them are at the gates. If we move swiftly, no
The Dark Moon pack gathered at the eastern gate. The air was heavy with the smell of steel and anticipation. Wolves shifted, shredding off every piece of clothing they had on under the pale moonlight, warriors took their positions, holding their shields as tightly as possible like a wall of silver under the rising sun.Edwin stood at the front, mounted on his black stallion. His armor gleamed, his hands also tight on the reins. His eyes scanned the horizon where Garrett's banners fluttered in the distance, a sea of rogues and warriors stretching like a dark tide.He raised his sword high, the blade catching the sunlight."Wolves and warriors of the Dark Moon pack, today we fight not for glory, not for selfish reasons," he thundered, his voice rolling like a storm, "but for survival. For our home. For our future. For our loved ones!"A deafening howl erupted from his warriors, echoing across the field
The message arrived at dawn, delivered by a servant who owed loyalty not to the Dark Moon pack's Alpha, but to Garrett. Garrett's wife, Lady Eliana slowly unfolded the scroll presented to her. Her lips curled into a cold smile as her eyes scanned the hurried script.They march at dawn. The walls will weaken. Be ready.She nearly folded the scroll neatly and slid it into her sleeve, her mind already racing. The chaos of battle would give her the right amount of cover she needed. No one would question her movements amidst the storm.Eliana summoned two men, who were both long-hidden loyalists who had infiltrated the Dark Moon as common attendants months ago. They knelt before her, with their heads bowed."You sent for us, my lady," one of the men finally said."That is because I have an urgent task for you both. One that needs to be executed carefully and discreetly,"
In Garrett's mind, the battle would not only be fought with swords and claws but instead, with shadows and betrayals, right inside Edwin's own walls. With the walls tearing down on their own.The courtyard of the Dark Moon Pack roared with energy. Warriors sharpened their blades, wolf howls echoed across the ground, and the air was thick with the scent of iron and resolve.From the high terrace overlooking them, Edwin stood in full battle armor, his presence commanding, his voice booming across the packlands."Alpha," Ralph called, sounding as ferocious as ever."Ralph," Edwin called back, without taking a look at him. "What do you think?" He asked, showing his uncertainty."What do I think about what, my lord?" Ralph asked, playing dumb, acting like he had no idea about what was being said."You know what I mean, Ralph," Edwin groaned.
The storm of Garrett's rage had finally gone still, but only into something colder and darker. He sat on a chair facing the ruined table, breathing heavily. His fingers drummed against the standing piece wood.His commanders stood in silence, waiting for orders. None dared to speak, not while his eyes burned with that feral gleam.Finally, Garrett spoke. His voice was low, yet deliberate. "Forget about Edwin. Forget the council. And forget this game of politics!" he snarled, leaning in. "This war now has one purpose now. And that is Tiara."The men exchanged uneasy glances, but Garrett slammed his palm against the tent's pole."She is the root of all that has happened and all that is yet to happen. The prophecy, the whispers!""But I thought she was the rightful Luna," a voice faintly echoed."The rightful Luna?" Garrett chuckled, his eyes searching for the man like he hoped to see who had just spoken. "Even if she is the rightful Luna, they all flock to her. As long as she lives, I
The raven Tiara had sent back flew into Edwin'sroom via his open window. A few hours just before dawn. Edwin was deep asleep to the extent that he did not notice when the bird flew into the room.Sleep had eluded him for so many days on his quest to unravel the mystery surrounding the corruption an
Edwin sat in his room, ruminating over the past few days, and ever other thing that they had found out about Tiara's parent's death.Going through the record that laid right in front of him, he zoned out, his mind wandering off in various thoughts. He was deeply engrossed in his thoughts to the poi
The moon had long risen since Edwin and his most trusted warrior, Ralph, slipped through the back corridor of the Alpha Hall, into the archives. Their steps were silent, well-practiced, the sound of their boots muffled, showing years of shared secrets and battle-bonded loyalty between the alpha and
Vanessa paced on the rooftop of the Alpha's quarters. Her perfectly manicured nails kept digging and scratching her palms.Edwin had been gone for three days, three days that felt like an eternity to her..“He should have returned by now,” she muttered, gluing her eyes on the road that disappeared







