Novels by chidera udegbe

The return to the Crestmoon pack’s stronghold was bittersweet. Though the pack had disrupted Amelia’s ritual and forced her to retreat, the cost of victory weighed heavily on them. Injuries marked nearly every wolf, exhaustion painted their faces, and the ominous knowledge that Amelia had escaped gnawed at their minds.Olivia walked at the front of the group, Ralph at her side. His quiet presence was her anchor, and his steady pace matched hers as they led the wounded and weary back through the dense forest. Her body ached with every step, but she forced herself to keep moving. The pack needed strength, and she wouldn’t falter—not now, not after what they had endured together.The stronghold came into view just as the first light of dawn crept over the horizon. The sight of it brought a collective sigh of relief from the pack. For Olivia, it felt like coming home, though she still wasn’t sure she fully belonged.Inside, the pack members scattered. Some went to the infirmary, where heal

The winds picked up as Olivia and Ralph hurried back to the Crestmoon pack’s stronghold, the faint whispers of the forest now replaced by the howling of the approaching storm. The fight in the grove had left them battered, but there was no time to rest. Olivia’s vision of Amelia and the destruction she planned haunted her every step.Ralph stayed close, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. “You’re sure about what you saw?” he asked, his voice low but edged with urgency.“Yes,” Olivia replied without hesitation. “The altar is a focal point for Amelia’s magic. She’s going to use it to amplify the curse and channel it across the entire territory. If we don’t stop her, she’ll destroy everything—and everyone.”Ralph nodded grimly, his jaw tightening. “Then we need to warn the pack and prepare. This is going to be a fight like no other.”By the time they reached the pack’s stronghold, the moon was high in the sky, its silver light casting long shadows over the clearing. The

The forest felt unnaturally still as Olivia stepped away from the pack meeting. The events with Cassandra had left the Crestmoon wolves reeling, but there was no time to process the fallout. Every second mattered now. Olivia clenched her fists, her mind replaying Cassandra's words.“Amelia doesn’t just want to destroy you,” Cassandra had said, her voice laced with grim certainty. “She wants to bend the very fabric of magic to her will. If she succeeds, none of us will survive.”Olivia’s magic hummed beneath her skin as though in response to the urgency. The pull of her power was stronger than ever, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that the answers she sought were tied to her cursed bloodline. She paused at the edge of the woods, her breath visible in the cold night air.Ralph caught up to her, his footsteps soft but deliberate. “You’re not going alone,” he said firmly, his golden eyes reflecting the pale moonlight.She turned to face him, her expression hard. “I wasn’t asking for pe

The moon cast its silver glow over the clearing, the trees standing as silent sentinels around the Crestmoon pack. Tension crackled in the air like an unspoken threat, each member of the pack on edge as they formed a loose circle around Olivia. The silence was oppressive, thick with the weight of suspicion and fear.Olivia adjusted her grip on the silver bowl Caroline had entrusted to her. The liquid inside glowed faintly, its light flickering in rhythm with her heartbeat. She could feel the power radiating from it, old and unfamiliar magic that she was only beginning to understand.“We don’t have time for doubt,” Olivia said, her voice steady despite the nerves twisting in her gut. “The traitor among us is a threat to everything we’ve built. We have to do this now.”Ralph stood beside her, his presence solid and grounding. His gaze swept over the pack, his voice firm and commanding. “Amelia has been a step ahead of us because someone here is feeding her information. That ends tonight

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