Novels by Someone47

A hush fell over the pack. Rhea’s fingers curled into a fist at her side, but she said nothing. She knew this was Kaelan’s battle to fight—not with claws, not with strength, but with the truth.Kaelan exhaled slowly, his voice even but firm. “Because I’m not the same Alpha I was.”Garrick scoffed, arms crossed over his chest. “Words mean nothing. Zane is gone, but what stops you from turning into him?”The weight of the question pressed against Kaelan’s ribs. It was a fair challenge, one he would have once met with violence. But not now.He took a step forward, his gaze unwavering. “You do.”Murmurs rippled through the pack. Garrick’s brow furrowed.Kaelan continued, his voice carrying strength without intimidation. “All of you. This pack is not mine to control. It is ours to build.” He glanced at Rhea, then back at the faces before him. “I have made mistakes. More than I can count. But I will not repeat them.”Garrick studied him, the firelight reflecting in his eyes. Then, after a l

"You have to let me do this, Kaelan."Rhea’s voice cut through the howling winds, her hands trembling as she traced glowing sigils in the air. The ancient power coursing through her veins crackled like a storm contained within flesh, her body a conduit for something far greater than she was ever meant to bear. Her skin had paled, veins darkening with the creeping corruption of the Elder Wolf’s essence.Kaelan’s grip on his bloodstained sword tightened. "No. There has to be another way." His breath came in sharp, ragged bursts, his muscles burning from the relentless battle. Around them, the remnants of the cult still writhed in the aftermath of the ritual, their forms twisting in agony as the fragment of the Elder Wolf flickered, struggling to maintain its hold on the physical plane."There isn’t," Rhea gasped, barely holding herself upright. "If we don't finish this now, it will return stronger. You know that."Kaelan's jaw clenched. He knew she was right. The fragment had already pu

The clash of claws and steel roared across the valley like an unstoppable storm. Kaelan ducked under a sweeping blade, his instincts razor-sharp as he drove his claws into a cultist’s chest. The man let out a strangled gasp before crumpling, lifeless. A grim satisfaction surged through Kaelan, but there was no time for celebration. The battle was just beginning, and the stakes had never been higher.“Push forward!” Kaelan bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos that enveloped them. This was not just a fight for survival; it was a fight for the very soul of their land. The air was thick with the acrid scent of blood and sweat, mingling with the pungent aroma of burnt offerings that the cultists had laid in their dark rituals. The remnants of Alaric’s forces, battered but determined, surged ahead alongside Kaelan’s pack and their allies, a motley crew of warriors united by a common cause.The sacred site had been desecrated, its once-pristine ground now drenched in blood, illumina

"This is insane, Rhea!"Kaelan's voice was rough with frustration, his fists clenched at his sides. His normally guarded expression was stripped bare—raw concern etched into the tense line of his jaw.Across the dimly lit chamber, Rhea stood her ground. Her hands trembled, but she didn't step back. Not this time. Not when she had finally found a way to end this nightmare."It's the only way," she said evenly.Kaelan exhaled sharply. "No. We find another way.""There is no other way!" Rhea snapped, her patience thinning. "I've read the texts over and over. If we don't sever the connection before the ritual, the Elder Wolf will fully awaken. We can't let that happen."Kaelan paced like a caged animal, his shoulders taut with restrained energy. He raked a hand through his dark hair before fixing her with a hard stare."And your solution is to sacrifice yourself? That's what you're saying, isn't it?" His voice was quieter now, but no less intense.Rhea’s throat tightened. She had expected

"We are running out of time."Kaelan’s voice cut through the tense air, and the gathered werewolves straightened. The fire in the center of the meeting ground flickered, casting shifting shadows over the hardened warriors, healers, and scouts who had come to listen.“We barely survived last night,” he continued, stepping forward. His piercing gaze locked onto each pack member. “And the Elder Wolf is still out there. You all saw what it did. You felt it.”A low murmur swept through the crowd. The wounds from their last encounter were still fresh. Some bore visible scars—claw marks across chests, bandaged arms, bruised faces—but the worst wounds were unseen. The fear. The doubt. The knowledge that they had faced something beyond any Alpha’s strength.Kaelan inhaled sharply. “I won’t lie to you. We are facing a power that even our ancestors feared. But we will not let that fear break us.” His voice was steady, commanding. “This is our land. Our home. And we will fight to the last breath

"This isn't just a ritual site. This is a warning."Kaelan’s voice was edged with restrained fury as he surveyed the grotesque display before them. The clearing was littered with symbols scorched into the earth—runes older than any known werewolf script. The stench of blood and decay clung to the air, thick and suffocating. At the center of it all, a massive carcass of a stag lay in a grotesque offering, its ribcage splayed open, organs meticulously removed."They've been busy," Torin muttered, stepping beside Kaelan. "This isn’t just some rogue cult playing with forbidden magic. They knew exactly what they were doing."Alaric’s remnants, now part of the fractured pack, stood in uneasy formation. Some of them muttered under their breath, unease rippling through their ranks like a cold wind. The alliance was already fragile—this only worsened the tension.Rhea tightened her grip on her dagger. She had seen death before, but something about this ritual site set her on edge. The symbols…