Novels by chidera udegbe

The atmosphere in Crestmoon remained tense after Cassandra’s arrival. Whispers filled the halls, and Olivia couldn’t ignore the way some pack members avoided her gaze. Though Ralph had reassured her, doubt lingered among the wolves. Cassandra’s claim had planted seeds of uncertainty, and it was clear her visit had been strategic. “She’s trying to divide us,” Olivia said to Caroline as they sat in the library that morning. Caroline nodded, flipping through a weathered book. “That’s what Amelia does best strike at the foundation and let the cracks grow. You need to stay strong, Olivia. This is a test, and not just for you. It’s for Ralph, too.” Olivia sighed, leaning back in her chair. “I know. But what if Cassandra has help? What if someone in the pack is working with her?” Caroline looked up sharply, her eyes narrowing. “Why do you think that?” “Because it feels like she knew too much,” Olivia admitted. “She came here confident and prepared. She knew how to push just the rig

The tension in the pack house had settled into an uneasy rhythm. Every member of Crestmoon prepared in their own way for the inevitable confrontation with Amelia. Olivia was learning to harness her magic, Ralph was reinforcing their defenses, and the pack as a whole seemed more united than ever. But peace is always fragile, and on an otherwise ordinary morning, it shattered. A visitor arrived at the pack house one whose presence sent shockwaves through Crestmoon. A young woman stood at the entrance, her long blond hair shimmering in the sunlight and her pale blue eyes scanning the faces around her. She was strikingly beautiful, exuding confidence and elegance that immediately drew attention. Ralph stepped forward, his brows furrowed in confusion and annoyance. “Who are you, and what are you doing on my territory?” The woman tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “My name is Cassandra,” she said smoothly, her voice carrying an air of authority. “And I’m here becaus

The battle in the cave had drained Olivia, but the sense of victory was fleeting. Even as she and Ralph returned to the pack house, the lingering shadows of what they had faced haunted her. She had unlocked a power she barely understood, severed an ancient bond, and held her own against guardians older than her bloodline. But the real fight, the one against Amelia, still loomed on the horizon. The pack house was quiet when they arrived. The other wolves greeted them with a mix of relief and curiosity, their eyes flickering to the Lunar Dagger in Ralph’s hands. Olivia could see the unspoken questions in their expressions. What had happened in the forest? What had Olivia discovered? She wasn’t ready to answer any of them not yet. Caroline was waiting in the library, her sharp gaze scanning Olivia the moment she walked in. “You look like you’ve been through hell,” she said bluntly. “We have,” Ralph replied, setting the dagger on the table between them. “But we got what we needed.”

The growls of the ancient guardians echoed through the cave, reverberating off the stone walls. Olivia’s heart hammered in her chest as she stood frozen, her eyes darting between Ralph and the dark, shifting shadows closing in around them. The air felt heavy with magic dangerous, ancient, and powerful. The guardians’ forms were indistinct, made up of dark mist and swirling shadows that seemed to pulse with life. Their eyes glowed red as they circled the altar, their low growls sending a chill down Olivia’s spine. Ralph stepped in front of her, his body tense as he faced the guardians. His eyes glinted with determination, but Olivia could see the fear in his posture. They were outmatched. Even with the Lunar Dagger and all the power Olivia had inside her, they weren’t prepared for the sheer force of the guardians’ magic. “Stay behind me,” Ralph growled, his voice steady but low. “We have to make it out of here alive, Olivia.” Olivia’s pulse quickened as she clutched the vial in her

The days passed in a blur of preparations. Ralph, Olivia, and the pack were on high alert, knowing that the time to face Amelia was drawing closer. Tensions ran high, and every pack member was preparing for the inevitable battle, but despite the efforts, a sense of foreboding lingered in the air. Every decision, every move, felt like it might be their last. Olivia couldn’t shake the feeling that they were running out of time. She spent her nights going over everything she had learned about Amelia’s ritual and trying to make sense of the cryptic warnings left in the ancient texts Caroline had discovered. The Lunar Dagger was their best chance, but there was so much she didn’t know about its power. “Olivia, you need to rest,” Ralph said, his voice laced with concern as he found her staring at the maps and scrolls in the pack house’s library. “We can’t keep going like this. You’ve been awake for days.” Olivia glanced up at him, her tired eyes betraying the determination she tried to

The days following Ralph’s challenge and the pack’s newfound unity were filled with an uneasy peace. While the celebration of his victory still echoed in Crestmoon, the ever-looming threat of Amelia was never far from anyone’s mind. Olivia found herself staring out of the window more often than not, her thoughts drifting to what lay ahead. She had felt a deep sense of pride watching Ralph prove himself to the pack, but a part of her wondered if she was strong enough to face what was coming. The Lunar Dagger was in her possession now, but even with that powerful weapon, there was so much more she didn’t understand. The ritual Amelia was planning, the war she was preparing for it was all too much to process. Ralph noticed her quiet moments and, as always, was there when she needed him most. One evening, as they walked through the pack grounds under the glow of the rising full moon, Ralph turned to her, his voice soft but urgent. “Olivia, we need to talk.” She looked up at him, sens