Max still had his hand on Eugene’s arm—firm but not aggressive—though Eugene’s body pulsed with wild rage. His dark eyes, vibrated now with something darker, remained locked onto Max’s. His muscles coiled beneath blood-streaked skin, veins bulging with barely contained power. One wrong word, one flicker of provocation, and Eugene would snap.But just before he could—A wind swept through the square, not natural nor summoned by storm, but of collective power. Councilor Hadrian and the other six council members entered in the middle of the debris-filled clearing. Their presence immediately silenced the few guards still standing. The council’s aura—calm yet heavy—filled the square like invisible chains.Hadrian stepped forward, his hood slipping down to reveal silver hair and piercing gray eyes. But even he paused.Eugene. His energy... it wasn’t just alpha power. It was something darker, deeper—feral.Hadrian narrowed his eyes but tucked the thought away. For now.“What in the go
The morning sun rose high in the sky, casting its crimson hue over the battlefield in the heart of Blackwood Pack territory. Lifeless bodies lay all across the town square, their torn limbs and lifeless eyes a gruesome testament to the violence that had erupted the night before. The air was thick with the thick scent of blood and the suffocating stench of smoke of burning fur. A cold breeze swept through the nlw damaged streets, but it brought no relief to the brooding figure who stood at the center of it all.Alpha Eugene stood tall, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as his dark eyes glowed like a pair of scorching suns. His claws were still filled with blood, his bare chest stained with red blood streaks and claw marks. He should have felt triumph—he had single-handedly taken down more than twenty of the Vargus wolves with brutal precision, his unstable wolf self reveling in every scream, every torn throat. Yet, there was no joy in his eyes.“Pathetic,” Eugene muttered to h
The dim light that filtered into the large chamber which was to serve as a place to hold their guests flickered as if it, too, was unsure of the darkness it shined through. The air smelled of uncertainty and an alien feeling that only made it obvious this wasn’t the same mansion she had spent several months in. Becca stirred first, her limbs heavy as if gravity had turned cruel overnight. A dull ache throbbed in the back of her head and her muscles protested with every slight movement.She was beginning to feel the strain from everything — The beast attack, Eugene’s unstable wolf going out of control and being kidnapped by a rival pack— that had happened last night.She blinked slowly, her eyes adjusting to the blurry, unfamiliar room. The walls weren't the same design she was used to and the docor of the room gave the atmosphere an aged feeling taht made everywhere look even more foreign.Her breath caught when she spotted a familiar figure lying beside her.“Mira,” she whispered
The scent of blood and burnt ash still hung thick in the air. It clung to the cracked walls of the clinic like an invisible fog, making every breath Becca drew feel heavy and wrong. The dim flickering lights overhead buzzed faintly, casting broken shadows that danced ominously across the floor.Becca stood frozen, her heartbeat thudding in her ears. Mira was beside her, fists clenched, tense and ready to defend. Across the room, the tall, imposing figure of Alpha Brian stepped into the broken doorway, his eyes scanning the room. like a predator surveying his kill. The two massive wolves that followed him curled their mouths in permanent snarls, their fangs bared in eager malice.Brian’s presence was undeniable. His aura was dark, suffocating, and drenched in death. It was the kind of energy that only came from a man who had killed too many times and felt too little afterward.Brian’s steely gaze settled on the two women.“Don’t think yourself a hero by trying to loose your life
Becca moved quickly through the dimly lit corridors of the clinic, her hands tightening around the strap of the medical bag slung over her shoulder. It felt like the entire world was collapsing around her and she needed to find a way to put things back to the way they used to be.The stale scent of blood clung to the air, mixing with antiseptic and the musky tang of wolf sweat. Distant groans and labored breathing echoed down the halls, each sound tugging at the knot growing in her chest.She pushed open the infirmary door and stepped inside. The room was dim, lit by flickering lanterns that cast long shadows against the walls. Lyle lay on a narrow cot, his torso wrapped in stained bandages, followed by two other injured wolves. All three still bore deep claw marks and blood-matted fur, their clothes torn and soaked but thanks to Becca's medical expertise, they were healing."Lyle?" Becca called gently.His eyes fluttered open, his face pale and drenched in sweat. “Luna Becca,”
Becca's eyes throbbed from where she stood as she watched Eugene. The sting of her palm moved up her arm, but the real pain came from watching the fury unravel behind his dark eyes. Eugene stood motionless for a moment, his mouth parted slightly in disbelief, before his face twisted into something more evil."You will suffer dearly for that," he growled, his voice low and trembling with barely contained rage.Becca took a step back, her heart pounding. She didn’t know what had come over her. Slapping Eugene had been instinctive, a cry for him to come to his senses. But now, facing the full force of his wrath, her instincts screamed at her to run.Yet she stood her ground.His steps were slow but purposeful as he advanced. "You think you can touch me and walk away unscathed? You're nothing, Becca. Nothing."She swallowed hard, trying not to show the tremble in her hands. "I didn’t do it to hurt you, Eugene. I did it to bring you back. This isn't who you are."He snarled and rais
The room was heavy with silence. The aftermath of the earlier chaos lingered like the scent of blood in the air—cold and filled with tension. Pieces of furniture were overturned in the room due to the shockwave that had rippled through during the fight from the broken hallway.A cracked window let in the scent of wolves fighting to protect the pack and a few council members stood pacing, agitated and restless. Somewhere deep in the mansion, something wicked still stirred.They all could sense it.Councilor Hadrian stood near the window, his eyes narrowed, his frame taut as he wondered what exactly must be causing his stomach to go sick with such dark aura.He had felt it—the moment the fighting had stopped. But it wasn’t peace he sensed. It was worse. A presence so heavy and suffocating that it set his nerves on fire.If he was still in his prime, he would have charged there immediately and taken control of the situation, but now he was made to only be a spectator.He wasn’t goi
The hallway lay in ruins—walls cracked and bleeding plaster, dust hanging like mist in the fractured air, tiles shattered beneath Becca’s feet as if a storm had passed through moments ago. The entire atmosphere wasn't the happy celebratory mood it had been just a few hours ago when she had walked around with Eugene’s arm linked with hers.The flickering light from a half-dead chandelier swung lazily overhead, casting warped shadows on the corridor. Each sound of broken metal, each shudder of the walls, echoed like a warning bell in her ears.Becca stood at the centre of it all—motionless, trembling, her breath ragged.And Eugene was breathing down heavily on her.No. Not Eugene.Not the man who had made her laugh earlier tonight. Not the man whose lips had danced with hers like he was afraid to break her. That man had looked at her like she was something rare and precious.But this thing…It wore his face like a mask.His eyes—once a warm shade that turned bright when he smiled—we
The air trembled with tension as Eugene's clawed hands gripped Seraphina's shoulders like iron clamps. She winced, her eyes widening as she stared directly into Eugene's dark, soulless eyes. They were no longer the eyes of a man, nor of the Alpha she once looked down on. These were the eyes of a monster, feral and drenched in chaos."L-let me go," Seraphina stammered, her voice trembling. Her usually icy composure shattered as fear overtook her.Becca gasped as she witnessed the terrifying speed Eugene had used to grab Seraphina. Max stepped forward, his protective instincts flaring. Mira and Ava stood frozen beside Becca, their expressions masks of shock and disbelief. Desmond’s body tensed, hid golden eyes flashing as his wolf stirred under his skin."Let her go, Eugene!" Desmond shouted, stepping forward, his voice laced with Alpha authority. "She is my Luna! Release her!"Eugene tilted his head, a twisted grin stretching across his face. He chuckled darkly. "Your Luna? Yo