All Chapters of Alma between two worlds: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Lamenta Forest stretched out beneath the ghostly moonlight, its dark peaks forming an impenetrable wall around the Keibster pack. Mist crept between the gnarled trunks, giving the shadows the illusion of breathing, alive, moving.Amidst the darkness, eyes pierced the gloom. Golden pupils, burning with a cruel glow typical of natural-born hunters. The young wolves crouched on the damp ground, muscles tense beneath their tawny or silver fur, ready to pounce at the slightest signal.But Alma was different.His coat, silvery white mixed with ethereal hues, seemed to capture fragments of night light, strange and unreal amidst the dark wolves of the pack. The moon slid across his flanks like a silent benediction, a radiance no other Keibster possessed. A singularity that disturbed as much as it fascinated.She should have been focused. She should have melted into the night, spying on the human prey advancing a few meters away, oblivious to the danger that awaited her.But Alma raised he

Full moon dominated the night, bathing the forest in a spectral glow. The wind blew gently through the gnarled branches, carrying with it inaudible whispers, as if the earth itself were holding its breath.At the heart of the sacred lair, where generations of Keibsters had succeeded one another, the elders had gathered. The circle was formed, their silhouettes motionless, imposing, each marked by the weight of centuries. Their fur bore the scars of their reign, their pale eyes reflected an often cruel wisdom.At the center, Ramba, the Alpha, stood on his leadership rock, towering over the assembly. His dark coat contrasted with the moonlight, his imposing presence inspiring respect, but also defiance.One of the older wolves, with a gray-marked muzzle and a deep voice, broke the silence.“Your daughter is not worthy to lead us. Her heart is weak. She doubts, she hesitates, and she questions what makes us strong.”Others nodded slowly, their gazes falling on Ramba like a warning. This

Alma walked deeper into the forest, leaving behind the den and the burning gazes of the pack. Each step took her further from what was expected of her, each breath felt deeper, freer. Here, in the heart of the silent nature, she could finally breathe without feeling the weight of expectations crushed on her shoulders.She didn't know exactly why she was running away that morning, but she knew one thing: she didn't want to hear the orders, the lessons, the constant reminders that she had to be strong, dignified, ruthless.She settled down beneath a gnarled oak tree, gazing up at the sky filtered through the thick leaves. In that suspended moment, a haunting thought came back to her.Why had she always felt this emptiness inside her? Why did her father dodge her questions about her mother?As if this truth, this secret, was what defined her much more than her Luna heritage.Meanwhile, at the other end of the forest, Ramba roamed the young wolf training areas. He watched wordlessly as th

Shadow PlotsAlma and Sylvara walked side by side, their breaths even after the intense conversation by the river. Far from the shouts and tensions of the pack, they had granted themselves a moment of calm, a respite before the storm that awaited them.But elsewhere, far beyond the den, in a clearing hidden beneath the roots of a massive oak, another council had gathered.Kaelen stood straight, his dark fur almost blending into the shadows of the gathering. Beside him, two sharp-eyed elders, Oryas, with a grizzled muzzle, and Vekar, with an old scar in his eye, stared gravely at the horizon.Oryas was the first to speak, his voice filled with a sharp severity.“This wolf doesn't deserve the throne. She hesitates, she doubts... she will never be worthy of leading the Keibsters.”Vekar nodded slowly, his tone calmer but just as relentless.“If she takes over as leader of the pack, she'll weaken us. We can't let that happen.”Kaelen listened intently, each word reinforcing his own certa

It was time to head to the university.Alma took one last look in the mirror before leaving. The clothes she was wearing were nothing like anything she'd ever known: fitted jeans, a simple but elegant T-shirt, comfortable sneakers. She felt strange, almost in disguise, but there was an excitement inside her that she couldn't deny.Kaelen, dressed equally modernly, handed her some identification documents.“Here,” he said. “You'll need this.”She took them in her hands, observing them with mute fascination.“What is this?”“These are papers that prove who you are in this world. Here, without an official identity, you don't exist.”The thought troubled her, but she didn't have time to ask any more questions. They finally left the cabin and rushed toward the university.As soon as she stepped onto the street, a completely different world opened up to her.The colors, the sounds, the constant movement… Everything was intense.Cars whizzed by, projecting a dull noise that echoed in her min