All Chapters of Bloodline of shadows: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Every night, Aria had the same dream.She stood in a dark forest, the cold moonlight brushing her face. Shadows shifted around her, and everywhere she looked, silver eyes glowed, staring at her silently. The wolves in her dreams circled her, but instead of attacking, they bowed their heads, lowering themselves as if she were their queen.She never understood why. She had asked her mother when she was little, and her mother had smiled softly, brushing Aria’s hair from her face.“Wolves are not just animals, my little one,” her mother had said. “They see things humans cannot. They protect those chosen by the moon. One day, you may understand, my darling.”Aria had laughed then, thinking it was a bedtime story, a tale meant to make her sleep with wonder instead of fear.But now, the dreams felt real. Too real.She shivered in her thin dress, waking to the cold reality of her small room. Her parents were gone. They had died when she was very young.Their bodies were found one morning in t

My name is Lucar Vale, Alpha of the SilverClaw Packthe strongest bloodline in the entire Northern Region.Strength wasn’t something I prayed for.It was forced into my bones.My mother died in the Great War killed right in front of me by rogues who wanted our land, our bloodline, our power. I was just sixteen. Her death carved something vicious into me. A hunger to protect. A fury that never fully sleeps.People say an Alpha’s power is tied to emotion.If that’s true, then mine was forged in grief and sharpened by rage.Even now… years later… my wolf still remembers that night.Sometimes, he remembers too much.Jayce, my Beta, grew beside me trained, bled, and fought with me. He’s the only one who dares to talk to me like I’m not just an Alpha but a man.Especially about the one topic I avoid.“You need a mate, Lucar,” he insisted earlier that evening as I sharpened my claws against a fallen log.I didn’t look up. “Not this again.”“Yes, this again,” he snapped. “The ceremony is i

Warmth.That was the first thing I felt.A strange, gentle warmth spreading through my veins, like fire wrapped in silk. I wasn’t dead. I could feel it pain and all. The side of my neck throbbed sharply, but pain meant life.My eyes fluttered open.The ceiling above me wasn’t the cracked wood of my aunt’s house. It was smooth stone, carved neatly, glowing faintly with lantern light. I blinked again, confused, breathing in scents unfamiliar pine, smoke, and something wild.“She’s awake!”The voice came from somewhere nearby. I jerked upright.My head spun. When my vision steadied…Wolves were staring at me.Not just one. Not two. A group of them some in human form, some standing behind in full wolf forms eyes wide, silent, tense. They were staring as though I were something dangerous, unnatural.My heartbeat raced.“Where… am I?” I whispered.No one answered. They only whispered among themselves.“That’s impossible…”“She should be dead…”“No human survives an Alpha’s bite.”“W

I woke again to the soft glow of lantern light spilling through the curtains. My body ached less now, but my chest felt… full. Heavy with thoughts. Heavy with confusion. I lay there staring at the wooden ceiling, and slowly, reality sank in. I’m in a werewolf pack. I survived an Alpha’s bite. I’m the first human to ever do that. A bitter laugh escaped me weak and tired . My aunt… She would probably be dancing right now. Happy I was finally out of her house. Out of her way. Free labor gone, burden lifted. Maybe she’d already replaced me with another unlucky girl. The thought pinched my heart, but… surprisingly, it didn’t break me. What did break me was the next thought that flashed, uninvited and way too warm. Lucar. The Alpha. The man who saved me. The man whose voice could probably make angels jealous. And for some reason… just remembering his face made my heart thump so loudly I actually pressed a hand to my chest. “Calm down,” I whispered to myself, hor

Jayce froze .The forest felt colder the moment the rogue disappeared into the shadows.Jayce stood completely still, staring at the torn piece of black fabric on his hands . The weight of silence pressed around us, heavy… suffocating. My chest tightened as I watched his jaw clench, watched the tremor run through his hand.He grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him, sprinting through the trees with a speed that left no room for questions.Branches snapped under our feet as we ran. Fear clawed at my chest, each heartbeat loud enough to drown out the forest. Jayce’s grip tightened, his breathing sharp, focused, filled with a panic he was trying desperately to hide.“We need to get back to the pack,” he said, voice low and shaking with urgency. “Now.”We broke through the last line of trees, the pack’s gates rising ahead. Warriors on duty stiffened as soon as they saw Jayce’s face.“Open the gates,” Jayce barked. “Immediately.”Confusion rippled through them, but no one dared hesitate. T