Hey everyone,
I hope you're all doing well. I wanted to take a moment to share something personal. I just lost someone very close to me—a young family member whose passing has left me completely shaken. It's the kind of pain that's hard to put into words, and honestly, I'm still trying to process it all. Writing and creating have always been a source of joy and escape for me, but right now, my heart just isn't in the right place. I need a little time to grieve, to be with my family, and to find my footing again. Because of this, I won’t be posting or updating any of my stories for a while. You can check out the story on other platforms, I have more chapters on Literie app or Myfiction. I truly appreciate your patience and understanding. Your support means more to me than you know. I plan to return to writing and updates in the first week of June. Until then, please take care of yourselves and hold your loved ones close. With love, SoterHey everyone,I hope you're all doing well. I wanted to take a moment to share something personal.I just lost someone very close to me—a young family member whose passing has left me completely shaken. It's the kind of pain that's hard to put into words, and honestly, I'm still trying to process it all.Writing and creating have always been a source of joy and escape for me, but right now, my heart just isn't in the right place. I need a little time to grieve, to be with my family, and to find my footing again.Because of this, I won’t be posting or updating any of my stories for a while. You can check out the story on other platforms, I have more chapters on Literie app or Myfiction. I truly appreciate your patience and understanding. Your support means more to me than you know.I plan to return to writing and updates in the first week of June. Until then, please take care of yourselves and hold your loved ones close.With love,Soter
Lowell’s heart pounds louder than the rustling of the leaves. The air feels heavier, colder, filled with a tension that squeezes his chest tight. He smells her before he sees her — her scent sharp, twisted with desperation and triumph.Melissa walked out of nowhere among the chaos.She steps out slowly, her hands trembling but steady enough to hold the dagger against the soft skin of his son’s neck.Lowell’s breath catches. His mind refuses to believe what his eyes are seeing. His boy — his little boy — trapped in the arms of a woman he once trusted. The knife glints under the faint moonlight.He turns sharply at his Beta Nathan, even though he had Stephen pinned on the ground on the ground, he knows he can’t do anything as long as they have the child.His men were all stunned.It feels like the entire world is standing still.“How the hell did we not take the child to a safe place first? Fuck, I let my anger blind me” He mutters to himself.“Please…” His voice comes out broken, strai
The night is cold, but Nana feels nothing.Her heart is hollow, a vast emptiness stretching inside her chest. She sits in silence on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, eyes red and swollen. The weight of the night presses down on her. The packhouse is silent, too silent, except for the occasional muffled sob escaping her lips.Lowell has gone out again with the search party.She knows he’s doing everything he can. She knows he won’t rest until he finds their child.But none of that soothes her.Her baby.Her little boy.Taken.Her body trembles. The guilt is crushing.I should have protected him. I should have felt something. Why didn’t I feel anything?Felicia enters quietly, her steps light, hesitant. She holds a cup of tea, but even she knows Nana won’t drink it.“Please, Luna… try to rest,” Felicia whispers.Nana slowly turns her head, her eyes distant, her voice flat. “How can I rest, Felicia? My child is out there. Cold. Crying. Alone.”Felicia’s throat tightens. “Lowell
Lowell stands by the window, unmoving. The night is cold and heavy. The weight in his chest suffocates him. He has led armies into war. He has faced death more times than he can count. But nothing — nothing — has prepared him for this. His six-month-old son, his first pup, is gone. Taken from his own walls.His fists tremble at his sides. He wants to smash the glass, rip apart the walls, tear through the night until he finds him. But he cannot lose control. Not yet. The pack watches him. They look for strength in their Alpha. And yet, inside, he is breaking.Nana sits curled on the couch, her body shaking with silent sobs. Her face is pale, her eyes red and swollen. She clutches the small blue blanket their son loved. It still smells like him. His soft baby scent, warm milk and innocence. The scent that now feels like a knife in her chest.Felicia kneels at Nana’s side, her own face streaked with tears. She keeps whispering, “I’m sorry… I should have been with him… I should never have
The door creaks open, breaking the suffocating silence of the room. Nathan steps in, his face pale, his eyes heavy with news that weighs more than he can bear. His footsteps are hesitant, almost reluctant, but he knows he cannot hide what he carries. Not from Lowell. Not tonight.Lowell is standing by the window, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles have turned white. His eyes, glowing faintly with the Lycan fire that never dims, are fixed on the dark night beyond. He doesn’t turn around. He doesn’t have to. He already knows Nathan has something he will not want to hear.Nathan clears his throat, but the words stick. He exhales, shoulders trembling slightly. “Alpha… Marco and Stephen… they’ve escaped.”The room falls silent. The crackle of the fireplace feels louder than it should. Lowell doesn’t move. His body goes rigid, his jaw tightens until it aches. Slowly, he turns. His eyes — those burning, terrifying eyes — lock onto Nathan’s face.“What did you say?” His voice is low,
Six months LaterThe sun is bright over NorthHill Pack, its rays falling gently on the grand hall decorated in silver and royal blue — the colors of strength and loyalty. The air carries the scent of fresh roses and burning sage, a tradition to invite blessings. Warriors stand at attention, families gather, and elders sit with approving smiles.Lowell stands tall at the center, his face calm but his chest swelling with quiet pride. His eyes never leave Nana. She sits beside him, her long dark hair cascading down her back, her frame still fragile but her spirit strong. Her gown is simple but elegant, flowing white silk with silver embroidery around the edges. Her hands rest carefully in her lap. Every movement she makes is cautious. She is still healing. But her eyes shine.Felicia holds the young Lycan Prince in her arms, gently rocking him as he stirs. Her face is soft with affection. She glances between the child and Nana, her heart full.The drums begin to roll slowly, the sound de
Nana stays unconscious for days. The room is always quiet except for the steady sound of her breathing — weak, shallow, but still there. Lowell barely leaves her side. His strong shoulders look smaller now, weighed down by worry and exhaustion. His eyes, once sharp and full of authority, seem distant and lifeless. He sits beside the bed, holding her cold hand in his large palm, his thumb brushing softly over her knuckles, again and again, as if afraid to stop.Felicia takes care of the little Lycan Prince. She rocks the baby gently in her arms while whispering prayers. Every single day, she kneels by Nana’s bedside, holding one hand to the child and the other to Nana’s arm.“You will come back to us, Nana,” she whispers. “You will hold your son… I know you will.”The healer checks on Nana often, her face unreadable at first. But after days of silence, she finally speaks softly to Lowell.“She’s fighting,” the healer says. “Your scent… it’s holding her here. Don’t stop.”Lowell nods, s
Lowell suddenly feels it — a sharp pull deep inside his chest, like something is slipping from his grasp. His breath catches. His heart pounds in confusion. He glances at Nathan, his voice urgent and low.“We have to leave. Now.”Nathan doesn’t question it. He only nods, his eyes filled with concern. He turns to the Alphas and Betas still gathered around the long table.“My apologies… we need to leave,” Nathan says quickly, bowing his head.The men nod in understanding, sensing something serious. Lowell doesn’t waste another second. He strides out, his pace hurried but controlled. Nathan matches his steps.As soon as they are seated in the car, Lowell grips the steering wheel tightly. His hands tremble. He stares straight ahead, his thoughts racing.“I can’t feel her,” he mutters, more to himself than to Nathan.Nathan looks at him sharply.“You mean Nana?”Lowell nods, his voice breaking. “Her… her presence is faint. I can’t feel Lana either. Something’s wrong.”Nathan doesn’t speak.
“Somebody help!” Felicia screams, horror designs her face. “My child, Nana?” she cries, voice breaking apart.A few maids and guards who always stay nearby dash into the room. The fear on Felicia’s face mirrors on theirs as their eyes land on the bed.“Blood… blood…” Felicia stammers, pointing with trembling fingers. Her chest heaves, panic closing her throat. “The healer! Get the healer!” she finally screams, her voice cracking.The guards bolt out the door without question. One of the maids stumbles, catches herself, and rushes to the bedside. Felicia kneels beside Nana, heart pounding painfully in her chest.Nana’s breath comes in sharp, shallow gasps. Her body shudders with each contraction. Sweat beads on her pale forehead, and her lips tremble as she struggles to hold back cries of agony.Her hands clutch the bedspread so tightly that her knuckles are white. Her brow furrows deeply, pain tearing through her body like jagged blades. Blood pools beneath her, staining the sheets da