LOGINTyler struggled against the guards holding him.“Get your hands off me!” he growled, twisting his arms and attempting to shove them away. “I can walk by myself!”“Stop resisting!” one of the guards barked.“Then stop dragging me around like a criminal!”Tyler tried to wrench himself free, but the guards were stronger than he had anticipated. One held each of his arms while another walked behind him, ensuring he couldn't escape.His mind was still occupied with what had just happened in the dungeon.His friend had betrayed him.After everything they had been through together, after all the times Tyler had risked himself to protect him, his friend had looked him in the eyes and shouted for the guards.Tyler had known his friend was afraid. He understood that the threats against his family had forced him into a difficult position, but understanding didn't make the betrayal hurt any less.He had been willing to risk everything to save him and his friend had repaid him by handing him over
Seraphina hurried toward the healer’s chambers as soon as she heard what had happened to Mira.She did not rush there because she cared about Mira, she did not care whether Mira survived or not.What mattered to her was Kaelyn.Seraphina had been there when the confrontation happened. She had watched from a distance as Kaelyn argued with Mira, and she had seen the exact moment Kaelyn pushed her down the stairs.She could have spoken up, she could have told Alpha Eugene the truth, but she had deliberately remained silent because sometimes a secret was more valuable than the truth.Seraphina knew Kaelyn was becoming increasingly difficult to control. Kaelyn had already started acting independently, ignoring the instructions she had been given and making plans of her own.Now, Seraphina finally had something powerful enough to keep her under control.A secret.By the time Seraphina reached the healer’s chambers, she heard voices coming from inside.She slowed down before entering.“...I
Tyler pressed his back against the cold stone wall and held his breath. Footsteps were approaching and he feared just a hint of movement from him could lead to something disastrous happening.Not only would his plan completely fail, he might end up being severely punished and he couldn’t let that happen to himself.He could hear the sound of several guards moving through the corridor. His heart pounded heavily against his chest.He had known this wouldn't be easy, especially now that Jack had run off to go and find out what happened with Mira.Breaking into the dungeon was dangerous enough, but if he was caught, there was no telling what Eugene would do to him.Tyler slowly looked around. There was nowhere else to hide.He had already squeezed himself into the narrow space between two large wooden crates, hoping the darkness would be enough to conceal him.The footsteps grew louder and he heard when one of the guards laughed."Do you still have any of that?""Of course.""I thought yo
Mira was rushed into the healer's chambers almost immediately.Becca followed closely behind the guards, her heart pounding as she watched them carry her friend inside."Put her here."The healers quickly moved Mira onto one of the beds.One of them immediately examined her head while another began preparing the herbs and medicines they would need.Becca stood at the side of the room, watching helplessly."How bad is it?" she asked.The healer carefully moved some of Mira's hair away from the wound. Her expression immediately became serious."She has sustained a significant injury to her head."Becca's heart dropped."Is she going to be okay?""We need to treat her immediately.""Will she survive?" She asked impatiently.The healer looked at her."We don't know yet” she answered.Becca's chest tightened."Please save her” she begged."We will do everything we can."The healers immediately began working. One pressed a cloth against Mira's wound while another prepared a healing mixture.
Tyler had made up his mind. He was getting his friend out of the mansion.He didn't care what happened after that.His friend was sitting in a dungeon waiting for Alpha King Eugene to decide when his execution would take place, and Tyler couldn't stand the thought of simply watching it happen.The guard had always been good to him. They had shared meals, laughed together, covered for one another during long shifts, and talked about their lives whenever they had a quiet moment.Tyler couldn't suddenly abandon him because things had gone wrong. Especially when Tyler knew there was more to the story.He had already packed his things. A small backpack hung from his shoulder as he moved through the mansion, keeping his head lowered whenever another guard passed him.Once he got his friend out, they would leave, perhaps they would even return to Tyler's old pack.Technically, Tyler wasn't supposed to go back there, but he would deal with that when the time came.He had already lost enough,
Becca stood a few feet away from Eugene, still trying to process everything that had happened between them.She had only told him the truth. She hadn't meant to hurt him, but she couldn't take her words back.She didn't know if she loved him anymore and pretending that she did would have been worse."Eugene," she said quietly.He stared at her then she took a careful breath."I don't want to leave you” she said. “But that doesn't mean I'm okay with everything that's happening."Something shifted in Eugene’s expression and his jaw tightened."You will be” he replied.Becca frowned. She stared at him in disbelief."What? How can you say that?""Eventually you'll understand that everything I'm doing is for you” he said.Becca shook her head."You can't decide that for me” she retorted.Eugene stepped closer."I know you better than anyone” he said."Then you should know that forcing me isn't going to make things better” she replied.His eyes hardened."I'm not forcing you” he corrected.
The pungent smell of blood still lingered in the infirmary, despite Mira’s constant attempts to burn cleansing sage at the windows. White curtains danced gently as the late morning breeze filtered through the cracked windowpanes, brushing against the tense stillness in the room like a soft but unw
The soft pad of Mira’s feet echoed faintly along the candlelit corridor as she walked with brisk determination, her heart pounding with the weight of what she had just overheard. Kaelyn’s voice had been too loud—too raw with emotion—for Mira to mistake the meaning behind her words. “I have feelin
The air the next morning was unusually still. Golden sunlight filtered through the tall, arched windows of the Luna’s chambers, casting long stripes across the stone floor and soft carpets. Outside, birds chirped cautiously, as if they too could feel the tension that hung over the entire pack lik
The hallway was unnaturally quiet, a hush that pressed against Kaelyn’s ears like the calm before a deadly storm. She moved slowly, each step hesitant but deliberate, her fingers grazing along the stone wall as if to anchor herself. Eugene’s duel with Desmond was maybe hours away or more. Nobody







