Laura Tempest Zakroff Novels & Stories

The pack remains quiet, looking up at Zac with a mixture of curious and nervous glances. “As you know Luna Isla came to Clear Creek from TRTC. Living there when she was 14 after the untimely passing of her Grandmother who belonged to the Cedar Fall's pack, and before that, she lived in Blood Oak. Isla is the daughter of disgraced former Beta Alec Miller and deceased heroic warrior Lyla Miller.” Small gasps and whispers start to dance around the room.

she asked again, her brows pulling together in an almost cute pout. She moved to close the door, clearly uninterested in a conversation, but I slapped a hand against the frame, keeping it open. I met her gaze head-on. “I’m Laura, from Room 6B downstairs. I get that you love a good party, but other people are trying to sleep. Your music is too damn loud. Will you turn it down?” It was unnerving to be staring at someone who looked so much like me but wasn’t related in any way. Wasn’t there some old superstition about doppelgängers being a bad omen?

Laura tried to speak, but her voice came out broken. “I… s-sorry… it… was… a… joke…” Tears streamed down her face. “I… won’t… do… it… again…" Celeste smiled coldly. “Oh, you won’t do it again.” Her claws tightened. “Because I’m about to end your life.” She raised her other paw, preparing to rip Laura’s heart out. Suddenly...Zack moved.

’ I thought to myself. Standing a few paces behind me, Ronald crossed his arms, his expression calm but supportive. That faint smile of his told me he believed in me, even when I wasn’t sure I believed in myself. For a fleeting moment, I wished he’d step in and stop this. But no. That would only solidify what everyone already thought—that I couldn’t handle it. Leah wasn’t just anyone. She was the fiercest female in the pack, the beta with a career track. And me? I was just Laura in a disguise of Freya. But that had to change.

"The thing in my head... it knew things. About Laura. About the bonds." Laura felt ice in her veins. "What kind of things?" "It called itself Kragroth," Zephyr said slowly. "An ancient power. Older than the packs. Older than the Moon Goddess herself." Orion sucked in a sharp breath. "That's impossible. Kragroth is just a legend." "No," Zephyr said firmly. "It's real. And it wants Laura. Specifically Laura." "Why?" Dante asked. "Because of what she is," Zephyr said. "What she can become. The bonds... they're not just mate bonds. They're something more. Something that could make her powerful enough to..."

“These are not defensive constructs. They are coercive.” Evelina’s expression remained composed. “Correct.” I turned the page. And there it was. Pamela Batista. Her name appeared not as a student, but as a contributing researcher in several archived proposals involving cross-species blood architecture. My fingers stilled on the parchment. “She was involved in this,” I said quietly, though the words carried weight. “She was ambitious,” Evelina corrected gently. “And ambitious vampires tend to experiment.” The diagrams grew more intricate as I skimmed further. Containment rings designed to siphon elemental signatures. Rituals meant to bind storm energy into fixed conduits.