LOGINErinaThe change happened seamlessly. One moment I was the wolf backed into a corner, the next I was in my human form. Bruised and battered, but surprisingly in one piece. I didn’t have a second to waste. Thank God for Magnus teaching me to mask my scent. I hid behind the rubble of a fallen statue, crouching in the dust, barely breathing. The wolves moved about, confused by my sudden disappearance.I needed a weapon. My eyes scanned the chaos for anything I could use. I heard them sniffing and pawing at the place where I had been a few moments ago. Frustrated growls reached me as they searched in vain. I prayed they wouldn’t hear my frantic beating heart.As if in answer to my prayer, the ground trembled beneath my feet. The labyrinth was in a constant state of change, shifting with the moving ground. A narrow corridor opened to my right, and I slipped through the crack.Run. Find the exit, get to the Pillar of Power, and the Bloodstone. Once there, I would stand a better chance of su
ErinaPain was irrelevant when your life was at stake. She fought like a demon. Despite having the other wolf’s canines embedded in her right leg. Despite the tearing of sinew, muscle and bone. The bigger wolf pinned her, suffocating us with its weight. Ribs cracked under pressure. Putrid breath, saliva dripping from the wolf’s snarling maw while my wolf struggled to avoid the snapping canines.Was this how it ended? Being torn apart by power-hungry she-wolves? Another woman holding my child, making love to my mate? Would he take another? He said he would follow me into the underworld.No! I refused to give up. My baby needed me, needed both of us.I summoned every ounce of my strength and poured it into my wolf. She got away from under the larger wolf. Where was the moon fire? Why couldn’t I control it? I needed it now! Did I use it all?The runes were still there, glowing faintly on my skin. But my wolf was fading fast. She was exhausted. Blood loss had taken its toll. The wolves we
MagnusFrustration consumed me. Sitting there on this stone throne, watching while my mate was down in the labyrinth fighting for her life. I shouldn’t have let this happen. Should’ve fought harder for her from the start. I had a lot of regrets, done so many things differently. Erina had changed me. That is undeniable. She was the ruler of my heart, my end and my beginning. I would rather die than lose her.“They could’ve at least allowed the drones,” Hein grumbled next to me, pulling me out of my musings. “How are we supposed to see what’s happening?” he sounded almost as frustrated as I felt.Alpha Klaus and his circus had scrambled all my plans. There was nothing I could have done on such short notice to help Erina. Well played, Klaus, but it still won’t stop me from ending all of you.“It’s against tradition,” I sneered. “Funny how they use that word when it suits them.”Hein mumbled an agreement. Servants moved between the stone seats like shadows, offering heated wine to my ‘gue
The light of the moon did not reach into the labyrinth. It was a darkness that threatened to suffocate, reeking of death and forgotten time. My wolf ran, light-footed, jumping over obstacles, masking our scent as we’ve learned. Five minutes wasn’t a long time.The ground was constantly shifting, making new passages and new dead ends. As we moved, I still felt them, my family, our connection through our bond, keeping me grounded, telling me they believed in me. And Magnus, his love, surrounding me like a shield of warmth. I held onto that as my wolf surged through the darkness.‘Keep moving,’ I spurred the wolf on. ‘Find the exit.’She sprinted down a long, dark corridor that seemed to go on forever. The passage split into two different paths. For a few seconds, we stood indecisive.‘Choose,’ I told the wolf, depending on her instincts.She dashed down the left path. We had gone but a few feet when suddenly the ground shook and gave way to a deep chasm. She stopped just in time.A figu
The black cliffs formed a natural amphitheater surrounding the cursed grounds. I couldn’t see the faces of the spectators lined on the ridges of the cliffs. They stood in silence, their forms obscured by darkness and distance. The moon’s orange glow cast long shadows, turning them into faceless silhouettes watching from above. Whether they were judging me or waiting in anticipation for my demise, I couldn’t say. But their presence added an oppressive weight to the atmosphere, adding to my anxiety.But I knew he was there among them. I felt his presence through our bond, sharp with tension. Rage thrumming beneath the surface. Not with me, but with the situation and all those who caused it.‘I am here, my love,’ he messaged me through our link.‘Yes, I know.’ I reached for him through the bond, needing his strength to ground me through this night.‘Keep your mind clear. Remember what you’ve learned.’‘I will try.’ My mouth tasted bitter, the bile rising from my empty stomach, but I refu
ErinaThe room spun after I drank the potion, and for a second, I panicked. Did I make a mistake in trusting Gisela? She’d tricked me before, made me believe Magnus would not accept my son as his. But it was too late to run, too late to regret my choice. Be brave, Erina. But fear had a firm grip on my heart.“There, there, little mouse…” she helped me lie on the altar. “Don’t fight it. Close your eyes.” I tried to tell her I couldn’t go through with this. But no sound came. Only the throbbing of my heart resounded in my ears. Cold seeped into my bones from the stone slab beneath me. I looked up at the domed glass ceiling. The sun had moved, and its golden warmth had disappeared, casting the temple in dim light.“You must trust me, Erina,” Gisela’s weathered face appeared in my vision. “I promise you will be fine.”I felt rather than saw her hands move over my body, muttering some strange incantation on repeat. Her voice rose and fell in a hypnotic rhythm that grew stronger in intensi
“So, is this what this is?” I gestured towards the ghastly throne. “To frighten me into telling you what? A story? I already said; sometimes things die!” The emptiness inside made me brave.He turned to me and there was this expression in his eyes that could almost be tender. “You’re a bad liar,” h
IgnatiusGarth was dead. My son was dead. The certainty of it lay heavy as a tombstone in my heart. His disobedience cost him his life.“Let me go, Father. I will search for him.” Erik pleaded, his voice tight with worry. His determination felt futile. Nothing would bring Garth back, and I would no
ErinaI had the strangest dream. In my dream, I was running through the forest, but I wasn’t in my human body. I was something else, an animal. A wolf.It was just a dream, but the earthy smell of the forest and the bubbling of the stream over the smooth rocks felt so real.I admired myself in its
ErinaI hardly felt the icy sting of his leather-clad palm against my face, hardly recognized the man that gave me life. His eyes, like stone, devoid of any love, compassion or anything to make me believe he was human, bored into mine.“They are not your friends!” Fingers dug into my shoulders as h







