A Shadow In The Wmber Novels & Stories

“Of those who tried to take what was not theirs.” The shadows screeched and surged forward. Vame moved like a whisper, flickering through the creatures, dispersing them with an unseen force. Where they passed, the figures withered, their forms unraveling into nothingness. Then, as suddenly as they had appeared, the shadows fled, vanishing back into the canyon walls. A heavy silence followed. Bram exhaled. “I don’t like this.” Myrra rubbed her arms, shivering. “I liked it better when the throne was just a stupid chair.”

The shadows that had once been Zara’s weapon now moved like living tendrils, wrapping around the figure and coiling toward the group. Damon stepped in front of Lena, his hammer raised. “Stay behind me,” he growled. The shadow halted a few feet away, its form flickering like smoke caught in the wind. When it finally spoke, its voice was layered, as if two beings were speaking in unison. “You have awakened me.” The words sent a shiver down Lena’s spine. She glanced at the Heartwood, its light dim but unwavering. It seemed to pulse in response, as though trying to push back against the shadow’s oppressive presence.

Alberto grinned and threw a wink at me. I was feeling immensely uncomfortable at that moment and during the ride, I just wanted to wake up and tell myself that this is not real, it was only a dream. Or maybe I'm being pranked, I would love for that right now. But then reality h it t me and I realized that I had actually really been pushed into a pond, scored injuries that could hurt for a lifetime, and I'm wearing a shoe that I don't even know how to walk in. Sinister was probably going to attract attention for everyone to look at me and how horribly shameful I would be at the function.

But the more I pulled, the more complicated everything became. At midnight, my phone buzzed again. *“The mirror shows what’s hidden. Look closer.”* I glanced at my reflection in the windowpane. The woman staring back at me was pale and exhausted, but her eyes burned with a quiet determination. Slowly, I moved closer, finger trailing the cold glass. And then I saw it — a flicker, subtle but unmistakable. A shadow moving just behind my reflection, a shape that didn’t belong. My heart skipped. ---

Shadows pooled beneath the glass table, climbing the legs like vines, dark tendrils that sent a wave of unease rippling through the room. Dax swore under his breath, his voice thick with alarm. “That’s not normal shadow—it’s alive.” “Silence,” I snapped, irritation flaring hot amid my concentration. Vera’s eyes darted to me, old hurts resurfacing in their depths like ghosts from our fractured past. “Hold the line—we’re with you.” “Yes, Mom,” she replied, her words laced with a mix of loyalty and lingering pain that tugged at my heartstrings. The shadows took a form—not solid flesh, but a hollow in the light that sharpened into a woman’s silhouette. Silver eyes gleamed from the temple's memor

Their hands gripped weapons with dark, poisoned blades—the same deadly poison that had hurt my dad! That poison could take down a werewolf, eating away at every vein and nerve, making them weaker and weaker until... It was the worst way I could think of to go. Things happened so fast. They aimed for my weak spots, and no matter how hard I had trained in the past, I could not take on so many opponents at once. "Thorne!" I yelled, my voice almost breaking. He whipped his head around and started to come over, but Isolde clung to him.

Rose might have been muttering too low for a human to hear, but Aria was an alpha wolf and her words were loud to her ears. “What are you talking about?” she asked, her brows furrowed as she finally noticed that Rose’s expression was down, “And what are shadows?” Rose lifted her head and tried to force out a smile, but she failed, it didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Think of shadows as the weaver’s equivalent of human assassins, except enhanced by the weave.” she replied, “They are a pretty small tight-knit group and are commonly called the dark side of the weavers.”

"That's going to be a problem if you're trying to protect the boys. You can't exactly ask a five-year-old to hold still while a shadow monster attacks." "Don't remind me," I muttered, rubbing my temples where a headache was forming. "What do you know about them?" "Not much," Thorne admitted. "They're rare. Most werewolves never encounter one in their lifetime. They can manipulate shadows, travel through darkness, become essentially invisible in their human form. In their animal form, they're supposedly invincible—nothing can harm them while they're pure shadow." "Nothing?" I asked, hearing the desperation in my own voice. "Nothing conventional," Thorne clarified. "Magic might work, but you'd

The shadows on the wall seemed to press in closer, darker now, like they were closing ranks around me. Was she right? I didn’t want to think so. Nikolai had changed. I’d seen it. Felt it in the way he touched me, protected me, confided in me. But the scars of his past still bled through sometimes. And Sienna… she wasn’t just a name in his history. She was a storm I’d been warned about. I looked down at my phone again, wishing it would light up. Wishing he’d call, say something—anything—to make the doubt fade.

Two days were enough time for my wounds to finally heal. On the third day, I showed up at the office right on time. There was a business negotiation with the Shadowridge Pack that day, so I went to Matteo's office to brief him. Just as I reached the door, I heard Sabrina's flirtatious voice coming from inside. "Matteo, these moonberries are so sweet. You should try one." Through the crack in the half-open door, I saw Sabrina feeding Matteo a moonberry she had already taken a bite of.