Auren's pov. Epilogue.I stand at the edge of the training field, the morning sun shining down on my face. The air smells of pine and fresh grass, and the pack’s territory feels alive with peace. It’s been years since the war ended, since Silas and Callen fell, their threats buried with them. The scars of those battles linger, on the land, of course it would, even in our hearts but we’re healing.The pack is whole again, and for the first time in years, I feel like I can breathe.Right now, The weight of leadership still sits heavy on my shoulders, but it’s lighter now, shared with those I trust. And with her, Mira, my mate. Just thinking of her makes my chest warm. She’s my anchor, my fire, my everything.The young wolves are gathered in front of me, their eyes wide with excitement. There are ten of them, pups barely old enough to shift, but eager to learn. Their chatter fills the air, a mix of nervous giggles and bold boasts. I clear my throat, and they fall silent, looking up
Auren's pov. Fire and lightning erupted from me, not separate but fused, a blazing, electric storm. The flames were white-hot, laced with crackling bolts that lit up the clearing like a second sun. Silas’s eyes widened as the wave hit him. He threw up a shield of lightning, but my power tore through it, sending him staggering back.“What is this?” he hissed, his voice shaky for the first time.I stood, my body trembling but alive with energy. The fire-lightning surged through me, stronger than anything I had ever felt. “This is me,” I said, my voice steady now. I charged, my hands blazing with the fused power. I threw a bolt, and it wasn’t weak anymore, it was a spear of fire and electricity, crackling with raw force. It hit Silas’s chest, and he roared in pain, his lightning faltering. I didn’t stop. I sent another, then another, each one stronger, driving him back.Around us, the fight shifted. My father saw my power and roared, rallying the pack. “That’s my boy!” he shouted,
Aurens pov. After some time of travelling, we heard that the ashborn had moved backwards, it was camera they have done thins after information about our arrival got to them We collided with them a few minutes ago and Right now, The forest was a blur of chaos. Trees burned, their branches snapping like bones under the weight of the fight. We were all locked in battle with Silas’s bloodthirsty wolves. Their howls tore through the night.My heart pounded as I stood in the clearing, facing Silas, his eyes glowed like storm clouds, and his lips curled into a smirk that made my stomach twist.“You’re just a pup, Auren,” Silas taunted, his voice low and sharp like a blade. “I should have killed you when I had the clean chance” He laughed, sparks of lightning dancing around his fingers. “Too bad you didn't.”I clenched my fists, feeling the heat of my fire stirring in my chest. My lightning buzzed under my skin, weaker than he's, I could tell, but it was there. I wasn’t going to let th
Kailey’s pov. Today, the grand hall of the pack house was quiet. The candles flickered gently, and the sunlight poured through the tall windows.I stood beside Ezekiel near the map table, i had told him all about my findings the other day.My fingers traced the outline of our territory. Lydia and Mira were seated nearby, sharpening weapons, and Jon leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.The heavy doors burst open with a loud creak.James stepped in, breathing hard, his eyes wide with urgency. Dirt smeared his armor, and his knuckles were bruised. I stood straight instantly, my heart pounding.“James?” I called, my voice breaking the silence. “What happened?”He looked straight at Ezekiel and spoke without hesitation.“Alpha Silas sent a message,” James said, his voice cold. “He said… since you refused to take part in the duel, he has unleashed the dark beast.”The room went still.Ezekiel’s face darkened. “What beast?”I took a step back. My chest tightene
Kailey’s pov. The sky was painted orange with the setting sun, which cast long shadows across the training field. I stood by the porch, wiping my hands with a towel after finishing dinner prep, when I saw Auren walking toward me. His steps were slow, his head lowered, and his shoulders tense. I could tell something was wrong.“Auren?” I called gently, stepping down from the porch.He looked up, his eyes meeting mine. Those familiar eyes held a weight I hadn’t seen before."Mother," he said softly.My heart tightened. “What is it, baby?”He reached me and stood still for a moment. Then, in a quiet voice, he said, “I’m hearing a voice in my head.”I blinked. “A voice?”He nodded once. “It started two nights ago. At first I thought it was just... my wolf talking more. But it’s not him.”I led him toward the bench by the garden and motioned for him to sit. I sat beside him, placing a hand on his back. “Tell me exactly what you heard.”He hesitated, then said, “It’s deep. Old. It doesn’
James pov. The torches along the dungeon wall burned low, casting long shadows as I walked down the cold corridor. My boots echoed against the stone floor, each step measured and steady. The scent of rust filled the air, mixed with the faint, musky scent of wolf.I reached the last cell at the far end. Behind the iron bars, Elder Tobias sat calmly on the wooden bench, his white hair messy but his back straight. His hands were folded in his lap, and his eyes locked onto mine the moment I appeared.“Evening, Elder,” I said flatly, standing just outside the cell. “Just doing my rounds.”He didn’t answer right away. He tilted his head and gave a slow smile. “You locked up the wrong man, James.”I raised an eyebrow. “We caught you, Jon saw the bangle fall from your arms. That isn't all, we also saw you sending a scroll to the Ashborn, suggesting peace. That was enough.”Tobias chuckled softly. “Did you ever read it carefully? Did you look at the handwriting?”I narrowed my eyes. “Are yo