All Chapters of The Prophecy of the Golden Wolf : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Calla's PerspectiveMy eyes snapped open to the sound of my own racing heartbeat—a rhythm that felt foreign, too fast, too urgent for someone who'd supposedly been sleeping peacefully. The pale morning light filtered through my curtains like water through gauze, casting shifting shadows that seemed to move with purpose across my bedroom walls.I sat up slowly, my hand instinctively moving to my chest where my heart hammered against my ribs. The remnants of a dream clung to my consciousness—not the usual scattered fragments that dissolved with wakefulness, but something vivid and demanding. Ancient forests bathed in silver moonlight. The taste of pine and earth on my tongue. And a howl, primal and haunting, that still reverberated through my bones as if it had come from my own throat."Almost time," whispered a voice that wasn't quite my own.I froze, my breath catching. The voice came from inside my head, but it felt separate, distinct—like sharing space with a stranger. I glanced aro

Calla's PerspectiveThe path through Moonveil wound between buildings that seemed to grow from the landscape itself, all natural stone and weathered wood, with gardens that looked wild but were clearly tended with careful expertise. As we walked, I became acutely aware of the attention we were drawing.People paused in their activities to watch us pass. But it wasn't simple curiosity. Several of them seemed to be... sniffing the air? Their expressions shifted from mild interest to confusion to something approaching concern."They can smell that I don't belong here," I realized aloud, the words slipping out before I could stop them.Thorne glanced at me, surprise flickering across his features. "How did you...?" He shook his head. "You're more perceptive than I expected. Yes, they can sense you're different. But not that you don't belong—they're confused because your scent is... familiar, but they can't place it.""Home," whispered the voice in my mind, stronger now than it had been al

Calla's PerspectiveThe next few days passed in a strange blur of normalcy punctuated by moments of surreal supernatural planning. I attended school, sat through classes, and participated in the everyday routines of senior year, all while knowing that everything was about to change permanently.Anya had called the day after our meeting to check on me and arrange the details for my eighteenth birthday—which was now just three days away. The plan was simple: I would spend the day with Mom and Dad as normal, then meet Anya and Thorne in the evening for what she carefully termed "your transition.""It's important that you have a normal birthday with your family," Anya had explained over the phone. "They've given you eighteen years of love and stability. They deserve to celebrate the young woman they've raised before you... before you discover another part of yourself."Maya had become my co-conspirator and emotional support system, helping me navigate the weird double life of pretending e

Luna Anya's PerspectiveI stood in Alric's private study, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the tall windows. The room felt heavier than usual, weighted with the conversation I needed to have with my mate about what Calla's return meant for our pack's safety. I'd been putting this off since her transformation three days ago, but we couldn't delay any longer."Alric," I began, my voice carrying the complex emotions I'd been wrestling with since seeing my niece shift into her golden wolf form. "We need to discuss the Waning Moon massacre. If they discover Calla survived..."My mate looked up from the territorial reports he'd been reviewing, his grey eyes immediately focusing with the intensity that had made him such an effective leader. He carried himself with the quiet confidence of a man who'd earned his position through both strength and wisdom, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the slight tightness around his eyes that spoke to the same fears that had b

Calla’s Perspective Maya and I made our way along the familiar path to Aunt Iris's cottage, the afternoon sun filtering through the canopy above us. Despite the peaceful setting, tension coiled in my shoulders."I'm nervous," I admitted."We face this with courage," Lyra's voice echoed in my mind, offering strength. "You are never alone."I smiled slightly, drawing comfort from my wolf's presence. Maya noticed the subtle change in my expression and grinned, nudging my shoulder playfully."Don't worry. Aunt Iris has known you almost your whole life, and now that you're a freaking werewolf, she's probably over the moon about finally having someone else to talk about magic and supernatural stuff with."As we approached the cottage, the door swung open before we could knock, revealing Aunt Iris in all her silver-haired, crystal-adorned glory. Something seemed different about her today—an alertness in her posture, a sharpness in her pale blue eyes that I'd never noticed before."Welcome,