All Chapters of The Black Wolf : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

PrologueDearest gentle reader, this is not your typical tale of an Omega falling in love with an Alpha and becoming Luna. This is no fairytale. You are about to step into a world brimming with werewolves, fallen gods, demons, trapped souls, and magic unlike any other.In this realm of wolves and wonder, every pack is bound to ancient myths, unique traits, or elemental forces. Each Alpha carries within them a Heartstone, a sentient crystal embedded near the heart. It holds their power, memory, and spirit.When an Alpha dies, the Heartstone vanishes and reappears in the chest of their successor, either by the will of the Heartstone itself or seized through conquest. Yet if the chosen is unworthy, the Heartstone may resist them, or worse, destroy them.Among these many packs was one known as Sable Howl, steeped in legends of the moon and black wolves. It was in this pack that a girl was born to a common werewolf named Malrik. He named her Vireya, meaning ‘Wild beauty’ for she was breat

Vireya's POVI gasped, my eyes snapping open.Darkness swallowed the room, but I quickly realized, this wasn’t heaven. I was still in our living room. Alive.My trembling hands flew to my neck, fingertips brushing the raw, bruised skin where the rope had been. I looked up, the wooden beam was splintered, the rope severed and dangling. That rope was too thick to break from my weight alone. I scanned the room. Nothing, no scent, no sound, no sign that anyone had entered.A shaky breath escaped my lips as I clutched my pounding head. I staggered to my feet, guided only by the pale moonlight spilling through the window. My body felt like lead, weak, empty, and starving, my throat burned with dryness.I stumbled into the kitchen and drank water. I set the cup down, and that’s when it happened. A sharp, agonizing crack split through my bones, my knees buckled. No. Not again.I screamed as the shift overtook me, my bones twisting, reshaping, skin tearing. The black wolf emerged, ruthless and

Vireya's POVI had meant to speak to Zevarion. I took a step toward him, my heart beating faster with each stride, when a sudden burst of light erupted behind me.Instinctively, I turned back, shielding my eyes with my arm. The blinding light tore through the clearing like a falling star, brilliant and fierce. In that radiant moment, the Heartstone descended and chose Rhydan, the Alpha’s son.That was the cause of the light. And the cause of the chaos. Before anyone could truly grasp what had happened, all hell broke loose.Rhydan’s warriors saw their chance and struck first, launching a surprise attack on Xareth’s men. Screams filled the air, steel clashed, and the ground trembled beneath the weight of battle. Amid the chaos, someone shoved me hard, I stumbled and crashed to the ground, my elbow slamming against a jagged stone. Pain shot through me as a deep scratch opened, blood falling instantly.Dazed, I lifted my head just in time to see Zevarion. He was surrounded, battling two

Vireya's POV Since that conversation, I hadn’t said a word. I kept to myself, tucked away in the corner of the carriage. There, I found an old scroll and a quill, along with a small jar of black ink. I began to draw clumsy lines, crooked shapes, anything to distract my mind, to silence the storm inside.I wasn’t particularly gifted at it, but it didn’t matter. The act itself was enough. Something about the quiet scratch of the quill against parchment gave me a fleeting sense of calm.By late evening, we came to a stop.“If you need to relieve yourself or anything, go ahead before dinner’s ready,” Xareth said gruffly from outside.I nodded silently and stepped down from the carriage. Without looking back, I wandered into the nearby woods, not too far, but just enough to breathe. I settled beneath an old tree, waiting for nightfall. That was when I’d find a way to slip away... to see Zevarion.As darkness blanketed the forest, I returned to the carriage. The scent of roasting meat hung

Vireya's POV Xareth turned, began walking away, then paused. His next words rang like a curse.“He stays on the chain. You’ll drag his corpse until nightfall. Let his death weigh on your shoulders, as your guilt should.”No one spoke, no one dared. And still, Zevarion knelt beside the body, closing the man’s eyes.As much as I hated to admit it, Xareth had a point. These people were always ready to hurl blame like stones, quick to cast judgment, yet blind to the monsters they themselves could become. They deserved to see the price of their own darkness.We continued moving the next morning. The forest thickened around us, dusk bleeding slowly into nightfall. When we finally stopped to rest, the corpse was cut down and laid silently beside the others. No words, no prayers, just a body, cold and forgotten.Later that night, when the fires died down and the camp stilled to murmurs and snores, I crept away with a piece of meat wrapped in cloth. I found Zevarion, back pressed against an o