The road to Riverdale curved like a silver thread beneath the fading light of dusk. Pines lined the path in solemn vigil, their dark silhouettes casting long shadows over the sleek black SUV as it made its way deeper into the forest. Inside, Daniella sat beside Dalton, her fingers curled lightly in her lap, gaze flickering between the passing trees and his steady profile.Sophie sat in the back, practically pressed against the window, her wide-eyed wonder at the new pack's territory clear. The Riverdale Pack lands were known for their breathtaking scenery—rolling hills, mist-wrapped streams, and the faint music of nature that never quite went silent. But the real reason they’d come wasn’t for the land. It was for the Moon Festival—and for Daniella, something more she hadn’t dared to name aloud.Dalton reached across the console, his fingers brushing hers with casual intimacy. “Nervous?” he asked softly.“A little,” she admitted. “I’ve never… celebrated the Moon Festival in another pac
Daniella lay nestled against Dalton, her bare shoulder pressed against the hard warmth of his chest, their legs tangled beneath the covers. The silence between them was content, easy, almost sacred. Dalton's fingers traced lazy circles along her spine, as though memorizing her all over again. The fire in the hearth had dimmed to a gentle amber glow, casting flickering shadows along the carved wooden walls.After several quiet moments, Dalton's voice broke the silence. “Daniella,” he murmured, brushing her hair aside so he could see her face, “Did you say... you have no wolf?”Daniella blinked sleepily, lifting her head just slightly. “I... I don't,” she whispered. “Or at least, I thought I didn't. It never came. Not even once.”Dalton propped himself on one elbow, his eyes searching hers with a mixture of awe and certainty. “Then explain what happened tonight.”“What do you mean?” she asked, her brows knitting together.He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “When we were...
Daniella sat at the long dining table with Sophie to her left, her little hand wrapped securely around a cup of hot chocolate, her nose wrinkling at the marshmallow fluff on her upper lip. Across from them sat Alpha Reid and Luna Maeve—Dalton’s parents—both impeccably dressed, their poise and warmth a reflection of years of leadership. Maeve’s silver hair was swept into a loose chignon, and Alpha Reid wore a sweater that looked hand-knitted, his sharp blue eyes twinkling above his coffee.“Did you sleep well, dear?” Maeve asked Daniella gently, passing her a small dish of jam.“I did, thank you,” Daniella replied, smiling politely as she spread jam over a slice of warm toast. “Everything here is… just beautiful. And peaceful. Sophie is having the time of her life.”Sophie beamed at that and nodded, her curls bouncing. “There’s a pony in the stables named Daffodil. She sneezed in my face and I didn’t even mind.”Reid chuckled deeply, shaking his head. “Well, that’s how Daffodil says he
The late afternoon sun bathed the Riverdale grounds in a soft golden hue, as the entire pack gathered near the courtyard. The hum of voices filled the air, wolves of every rank and age standing shoulder to shoulder, their curiosity piqued. Word had spread that Alpha Dalton had an important announcement, and anticipation buzzed like static.Daniella stood beside Dalton, her hand held tightly in his. She could feel her pulse fluttering, her nerves taut despite the gentle smile Dalton gave her. Sophie stood between them, proudly clutching Daniella’s other hand, her hair braided with tiny white daisies that she had picked from the edge of the training fields.Dalton stepped forward, his voice clear and strong. “Thank you all for being here.”The chatter died instantly. Even the pups stopped squirming. Dalton’s presence commanded attention with effortless grace.“As your Alpha, and as a son of this pack, I have always felt proud of our unity, our strength, and our heart.” He glanced at Dan
Alpha Liam was sitting behind his mahogany desk in his study. He had always loved the room, especially how it was adorned with ancestral portraits and shelves of ancient tomes, making it exude an air of authority and tradition.He sifted through the day's correspondence, his fingers pausing on a cream-colored envelope sealed with the emblem of the Riverdale Pack. Intrigued, he broke the seal and unfolded the thick parchment inside.As his eyes scanned the elegantly scripted words, his breath caught.Together with their families, Alpha Dalton of the Riverdale Pack and Daniella Thornhill cordially invite Alpha Liam of the Blackridge Pack to celebrate their union in marriage. The ceremony will be held under the full moon on the 14th of August, at twilight, in the sacred glade of Riverdale. A reception will follow under the stars. Your presence would honor us.A sudden, guttural scream tore from Liam's throat, echoing through the corridors.Moments later, the door burst open. H
The early morning sunlight spilled through the car windows as Daniella adjusted the seatbelt around her daughter Sophie and smiled softly. The girl was brimming with excitement, her tiny legs swinging back and forth beneath her booster seat as she clutched her lunchbox tightly."Are you ready for school, baby?" Daniella asked, glancing at Sophie through the rearview mirror.Sophie beamed, her chestnut curls bouncing. "Yes, Mama! I packed my crayons and my unicorn stickers for show-and-tell. Miss Amelia said I could talk about my stay at Alpha Dalton's pack!"Daniella chuckled, her heart full. "You’re going to make all your classmates jealous when you tell them about the garden maze and the stables. Remember how you fed that grumpy old goat?""And he sneezed on me!" Sophie laughed, wrinkling her nose. "But I love the pack house. Uncle Dalton always gives me cookies, even when you say no."Daniella smiled, her gaze softening at the mention of Dalton. "He’s a big softie. But don’t tell h
Dalton sat on the bench just outside Daniella's hospital room, one hand pressed to his temple while the other clenched his phone tightly. The soft beep of machines from inside her ward felt louder than it should. It mirrored the rhythm of his own heart—frantic and anxious.He finally dialed Grace's number.“Hello?” Grace’s voice was sleepy but immediately alert at the sound of his breathing.“It’s me,” Dalton said quietly, his voice hoarse. “Something’s happened.”“What is it?” she sat up straighter, Roy stirring beside her. “Is Daniella okay? Sophie?”“There was an attack,” Dalton began, swallowing hard. “This morning… someone opened fire on their car while Daniella was driving Sophie to school. Daniella took a bullet to the shoulder. She’s in the hospital now.”“Oh my goddess,” Grace whispered. “And Sophie?”“I told her Daniella that Sophie is with you,” he said tightly. “I didn’t want her panicking when she woke. She was drugged and in shock. But the truth is… Sophie’s missing.”Th
As soon as the call with Dalton ended, Grace rose from the bed like she’d been burned. Her silk robe fluttered around her ankles as she moved swiftly, snatching her phone and reaching for a sweater.“I need to go check on Ethan,” she muttered, more to herself than Roy.Roy reached out instinctively and caught her wrist. “Grace…”She halted, her breath catching. His touch was tentative—too gentle, too late.“I’m sorry,” Roy said quietly, eyes searching hers. “For everything.”Grace looked down at where his hand held hers, her face hardening. Slowly, deliberately, she pulled away. “Not now, Roy. I’m not ready for this. Daniella could be dying. Her daughter is missing. I can’t—” Her voice cracked, and she clenched her fists, grounding herself in the urgency of someone else’s pain.Roy exhaled slowly, heart aching. “I’m worried too, Grace. I didn’t mean—”“I know,” she snapped, not out of cruelty, but out of emotional overload. “I know you didn’t mean anything. But intentions don’t matter
The wedding had concluded hours ago—glorious, heart-swelling, and perfect in every way. The garden had slowly emptied as the guests, pack leaders, and visiting dignitaries took their leave, returning to their assigned quarters in the expansive estate.Laughter still echoed faintly in the distance, mingling with the crackle of torches and the gentle rustle of evening wind. But not all was tranquil.Alpha Renwick, lingered in the west wing where the Garvalles had been quartered. With an almost careless charm, he leaned against the open doorway of Mrs. Garvalle’s room."You haven’t aged a day since I last saw you," Renwick said smoothly, his voice low and suggestive.Mrs. Garvalle arched a brow at him but did not turn him away. "You’re still terrible at lying, Renwick," she said with a small, amused smile. “But I’ll accept the compliment. It’s been a long day. Shouldn’t you be on your way?”“Perhaps,” he replied, a hint of mischief in his smile. “But your company is far more refreshing t
Mrs. Garvalle turned to Liam, placing a firm but elegant hand on his forearm. Her voice was clipped, refined with years of social grace, but it left little room for debate.“Liam, it’s time,” she said, eyes flitting across the lavish ballroom toward the dais where Daniella and Dalton stood surrounded by well-wishers. “We should go and present our gift now.”Liam exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening ever so slightly as he followed her gaze. There they were — Daniella and Dalton — standing side by side beneath the soft golden lights, their heads bent close as they laughed quietly at something shared between them. The sight of Daniella smiling like that, not at him but at another man, twisted something low in his chest.His hands, buried in the pockets of his tailored coat, clenched into fists.He turned his eyes away, unwilling to let his expression betray the turmoil roiling inside him. “No,” he muttered finally, voice low and gravelled.Mrs. Garvalle turned to him, bro
Once adorned with steaming platters and fresh-baked bread, the long table now lay scattered with used linen napkins and half-full wine glasses. At the head of the hall, Daniella sat with Sophie nestled at her side, the child still clutching the handmade cloth doll Grace had given her during dinner. Sophie’s cheeks were rosy from all the affection and attention, but her eyes darted occasionally toward the door, as if still fearing this was all a fragile dream that might vanish.Dalton, seated next to Daniella, reached under the table and gently squeezed her hand. She turned to look at him, her smile weary but grateful. Then the sound of a wooden staff striking the ground once, then twice, reverberated through the hall. All eyes turned toward the ceremonial steward standing near the hearth.“May I have your attention?” the steward declared in a deep, commanding voice. "Tonight, we don’t only celebrate a reunion, or even survival. We celebrate love, loyalty, and the unwavering ties of b
Liam stood rooted to the ground, the smile he’d worn moments ago stretched tightly across his face like a mask too brittle to hold. Daniella’s retreating figure moved with quiet resolve, her back straight, her shoulders squared against the world. She didn’t glance back—not once. That alone gutted him more than anything else.He swallowed hard, something bitter clinging to the back of his throat. It felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest and thrown into the wind, left to scatter in pieces he’d never gather again. The ache in his chest wasn’t sudden—it had been there for a while now, like an infection he’d ignored until it became impossible to ignore. But now, watching her walk away with that same quiet strength that once kept him afloat, Liam realized the finality of it. She was no longer his. Maybe she never had been.He blinked fast, furious even at himself, when he felt his vision blur. It was ridiculous. He wasn’t the kind of man who cried. He’d trained his whole life
A waiter handed Grace and Daniella a flute of sparkling wine. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile so much. Careful now. Your face might just get stuck like that.” Daniella let out a soft laugh, her eyes fixed on the dance floor where Dalton twirled Sophie around like she was made of air and starlight. The little girl’s laughter rang out, bright and unrestrained, her hands clasped tightly around Dalton’s as he spun her again.“Look at them,” Daniella whispered, her voice barely audible above the music. “He adores her.”Grace followed her gaze and smiled. “And she adores him right back. She hasn’t stopped laughing all evening.”A soft warmth bloomed in Daniella’s chest, almost too much to bear. Her heart swelled as she watched her daughter shriek with joy, her little shoes tapping against the polished wood as Dalton guided her gently, protectively, like she was the most precious thing in the world.A perfect moment.And yet…For the briefest flicker of a second, a shadow moved acros
It was already past noon when the wedding ceremony ended, and it was time for the reception. The garden outside shimmered under a thousand golden fairy lights, casting a warm, dreamlike glow over the venue. Music floated through the air, soft and romantic. Laughter rippled among the tables, clinking glasses, and heartfelt banter among the guests.At the heart of it all stood Dalton, tall and regal in a dark tailored suit that made his eyes gleam. Beside him, Daniella, radiant in another gown she changed for the reception. The gown was made of moonlight lace and soft pearl, and her hair was adorned with tiny blossoms. She smiled with trembling lips as the band shifted melodies."Ladies and gentlemen," the emcee announced with so much enthusiasm, "please turn your attention to the floor for the bride and groom’s first dance as husband and wife."Applause erupted as Dalton stepped forward and extended his hand to Daniella, bowing slightly. She placed her hand in his, her touch feather-li
WEDDING DAYThe sun rose that morning with a golden brilliance, casting its warmth over the Garvalle estate and bathing everything in a honeyed glow. There was a pulse in the air—a quiet buzz of anticipation that seemed to stretch into the trees, shake the birds from their nests, and awaken every wolf in the pack with a shared thought:Today was the day Daniella and Dalton were getting married.The pack had begun preparing days ago, but this morning, everything snapped into focus. The pack house, usually a center of training and council, had been transformed overnight into something magical. Banners in silver and deep forest green—the Hollow pack colors—fluttered gently in the breeze. Strings of delicate fairy lights were wrapped around the towering pine columns that lined the courtyard, and clusters of white roses were being fastened to every banister, doorframe, and post with painstaking care.In the great hall, pack members bustled with purpose, laughter echoing off the walls as fi
A DAY BEFORE THE WEDDINGThe grand hall of the Pack's estate buzzed with anticipation. Sunlight streamed through the towering stained-glass windows, casting vibrant mosaics of gold, crimson, and indigo across the polished marble floor. The scent of lavender and pine—blended with the faintest trace of ceremonial incense—drifted through the air, adding a sacred hush to the magnificence of the space.At the arched entrance beneath the crest of the Crescent Moon, Alpha Reid stood tall in a dark, ceremonial coat lined with silver embroidery. Beside him, Luna Maeve wore a flowing gown of midnight blue, the fabric catching the light like liquid stars. Her long auburn hair was pinned back with silver combs shaped like crescent moons, echoing the pack’s symbol and legacy.Reid adjusted the cuff of his jacket, casting a sweeping glance across the ballroom. His normally impassive face showed a rare flicker of uncertainty.“They’re all coming,” he said, his voice low but edged with tension. “Alph
PRESENT TIME (SOPHIE AND DANIELLA)Life didn’t snap back to normal the moment they walked through the front door, but little by little, Sophie and Daniella found their rhythm again.The mornings, once quiet and still, began with the familiar hum of the kettle and the comforting scent of chamomile and cinnamon. Daniella would wake before Sophie, padding through the house in her slippers, letting the silence settle around her. It helped her breathe—helped her remind herself that they were safe now.Sophie, once hesitant to leave her mother’s side even for a minute, slowly began venturing back into her own room, her laughter gradually returning. At first, she trailed behind Daniella like a shadow—silent, watchful—but eventually, she returned to her books, her sketches, the odd habit of humming while brushing her hair.They kept things simple in those first few weeks. Grocery runs were done together, hand in hand. They cooked meals with music playing in the background—sometimes jazz, some