All Chapters of REBIRTH OF THE STORMWOLF: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Eighteen Years AgoThe Shadow Pack burned that night; the storm came first, then came the lightning. It split the sky in two; thunder shook the very foundation of the pack, like the growl of a vengeful god. The rain lashed out, falling heavily, but it didn't quench the fire swallowing the packhouse whole. The flames devoured the Alpha's mansion and everything that stood in their way. Hidden in the hollow oak tree is a child with jet-black hair clutching a leather-bound book to her chest. The pages smelled like burnt ink and blood; the cries of the people filled the air. "Run, Eliana!"Her mother's voice, filled with pain, echoed in her mind. "Run, don't look back!" She screamed. The child scrambled off the oak tree with tears almost blinding her; she made a run for it. The white-haired woman with icy silver eyes wielding a flaming sword appeared in the ruin. "Where is she?" she barked at Kimberly, the fated mate of Alpha Orin Stormwolf. The Alpha was gutted open on his thron

The sun penetrated through the window of the small, rundown room where I slept. It was casting a golden hue on my body. I got up, sitting on the floor, stretching my body. I felt so sore from the cold cement pressing on my bones all through the night.The ragged blue blanket offered little or no comfort, but I didn't mind; I wasn't supposed to have comfort, not after what I had done. My name is Eliana Paw, a rogue, and I have been for the past three years. I can't believe how quickly time flies; it felt like yesterday, the very day Karen died. The day my life changed for the worse. The guilt and nightmares had kept me awake at night all these years. Reminding me constantly never to be happy. But last night was worse; I couldn't shake off what I saw earlier. A familiar rustling outside my window caught my attention. The other rogues were stirring. I rubbed my eyes when I heard a coarse voice call me from outside. But pretended not to hear. Most of the rogues don't know me. I hunt w

I slowly dropped the cracked mirror on the dresser. With my gaze still fixed on the hole in the wall, I took one final look at the hole, and my curiosity wouldn't let me stay still. The hole was narrow, and my shoulders could barely pass through it, but the draft was to confirm that there was something ahead. I slid in, but the passage was tighter than expected, the air thick with dust and ancient furniture. The deeper I went, the colder it got; my heart was pounding, and my wolf growled in distress. There were no lights, no sound, just my bare feet padding against the stone floor and my heart racing. A few steps further and I reached it, the metallic door I had seen, but up close it was a rusty iron door, framed with stones. I hesitated for a second, scared of what lay beyond the closed door. When I couldn't wait anymore, I touched the handle, giving it a little push, and it slowly creaked open. Moaning on the hinges like a growling beast, long undisturbed, immediately the doo