ComaThe Hart family gathered outside under the full moon for a wolf's call. This was a ceremony done to lure lost wolves home.With the fire burning between them and the moon shining down on them, they all scratched their arm and dropped some blood into old Madam Hart’s hand, who then changes to her wolf form and howls to the moon.Far away in the city, Bertha was asleep in her hospital room when her dreams morphed.In the depths of her mind between dream and reality, an old woman stepped out from the mist.Between her and the old woman stood a large stream, stopping the old lady from approaching closer.Bertha suddenly understood what this was. This was a wolf's call that could only be used a few times in one’s lifetime.She was confused why her grandmother would use this to find her.This old lady has been absent for years. Why did she call?“Why are you here?” she asked the old lady.“You really have no manners,” the person on the other end said.“If you have nothing to say, I am
Her mother’s past.They arrived at the hospital in a rush. Emerald rushed over to see her mother, while Matthew handled the transfer. By the time he returned to her side, the doctors were preparing to move Bertha.This was the first time Matthew had seen Bertha. The moment he saw her, he froze. Emerald did not notice his reaction as she hurried towards him.“What are they doing?” she asked as the doctors started moving the patient.“It is best she is treated at our family hospital,” he said to her and she thought his words made sense.“What about her previous doctors?” she asked.“We can always consult with them later,” he said as he leaned in, “You should already know we want to do more than treat her,”His words made her pause. True. Matthew suspected her mother was a werewolf. Bertha was transferred via a chopper to the Moonside clinic. They followed while Matthew chatted with Ray on the phone, making her severely uncomfortable. She could see his frowning face which was much diffe
Bertha’s nightmare.Right then, a light enveloped Bertha and Ray paused“Your mother is here,” he said.“I know that,” Emerald answered.“No, I mean, your actual mother, not a memory,”His words made her pause. Emerald walked over to her mother’s face and looked at the confused look on her face.“Mom!” She called several times. Her words seemed to get to Bertha. Her eyes started to clear up, but she suddenly heard a name.“Jack, your friend really fell into the hole,” they said and a round of laughter went around. Bertha looked up and saw the man.“Who is he?” Emerald asked, but no one could give an answer. Bertha climbed out of the hole and hurried over to Jack's side. She was not sure what the joke was and could not bring herself to laugh with them.“What is happening, Jack?” she asked, “What kind of tradition is this?” “The tradition is to try to jump someone, but people usually jump over the hole or something. No one really falls inside,” Jack answered and Bertha's face went re
Meeting again.Bertha looked up into a very gray familiar eyes in confusion, but the eyes looked back at her in anger. She knew these eyes. She could recognize them even in her sleep. How did this happen?Her son noticed she was lying on the person.She could see that the person she was looking at did not appreciate her lying on top of him.“You won’t get up?” he asked.“Sorry,” she said and made to get up.But when she tried to stand, the vines got in the way, making her struggle. The more she struggled, the angrier he seemed. “Do you believe I will kill you?” he asked. Bertha was instantly scared. She was sure he meant every word of that threat. His beautiful voice and beautiful eyes were a distraction, but she knew this man was dangerous.“Help me, please, the vines. I am really trying to get off,” Bertha insisted. He looked at her and pulled her off him very easily.It was as though she was light as a feather. But she was not put down, she was instead flung to an unknown direct
Her Father.Their words only confused her more. What do they mean by what they are saying?“James Grey? My Father is James Jackson,” Emerald insisted.“Your Mother, Bertha Harts, is James Grey’s mate. She disappeared at the same time as James Grey. The patriarch of the Grey Family,” Ray explained.“I don’t care who this James Grey is. My father is the second son of the Jackson family!” Emerald insisted. She knew who her father was. Though she had never met him, the idea of all this new information did not sit well with her.“Baby calm down,” Matthew tried to calm her, “There is no way your father’s energy would have allowed a foreign child that was not of his blood to survive inside your mother. So, you are his daughter.”He could not help pulling her closer for a hug. Her life was changing a bit too quickly. He understood her behavior. Her panic and confusion made his heart hurt. “You need to decide,” Ray interrupted them.“Decide what?” Emerald asked.“If I should forcibly drag yo
Awake after two decades.James woke up suddenly and found himself in his room. “Bertha? Bertha!” he called out, but found that he was not in the cave.He got up and looked around. It was night time now. He had recognized her even though she had aged. He knew that face. The woman he had spent time with in that cave was his wife, Bertha. He recalled their experience. From what he saw, she hated him. She hated his family and avoided him. Why? He got up from the bed and walked out of his room into the moonlight. He was not sure how he returned home, if what he had gone through was real or not, but right now, he needed to meet his mother. He dashed through the forest, crossing the ground in mere seconds, bursting through his father’s house by the lake. The moment he burst through, he found that a full moon meeting was going on. It seemed he had forgotten. It was at that moment that he realized that he was standing there, clear headed under a full moon. He was not the only one who rea
The Hatred Of The PastJames stared at his mother so coldly, she could not help shivering.“Father was supposed to be mated to someone else but he mistakenly became your mate. You were a lone wolf coming into a large family. So, you felt inferior. Over the years, the family declined compared to others and many thought if the father had just taken the daughter of a large family as a mate, the family would be in a better state. All my brother’s mates were prominent from homes, but I brought back a lone Wolf. You hate my wife because she was a lone wolf like you. Just because you hate yourself, my mate has to pay the price?” James asked Lilith who went stiff at his words. He looked around the family with cold eyes. “Wolves travel in packs not for safety, but for our families' safety. But when something happened to me, my family was left to fend for themselves,” he said and many looked away.They were anxious at this point. If he really left, they would fall in standing. They were a stro
Followed Emerald met Matthew’s mother for the first time and she made quite the impression. The moment she walked in, she declared, “In Law, the Grey Family are our enemies.” Her words made Matthew sigh. “This is my mother, Nyx,” he introduced the dramatic woman. She looked too young to be his mother, but Emerald choked it up to being werewolves. Matthew expected his grandmother to be the reasonable one. When Emerald saw Amanda she exclaimed, “Grandma!” “Good girl, come give grandma a hug,” Amanda answered and Emerald’s heart warmed and she hurried over to hug the old woman. “This woman who has enemies is your mother-in-law, say hi,” Amanda introduced Nyx. “Call me mother,” Nyx said. “Mother,” Emerald answered and Nyx smiled widely. “Good girl,” she answered. “Hello, in law. I heard you were here and we came to visit,” Amanda said and gestured to Matthew to step forward. “This grandson of mine did wrong. He should have greeted you earlier. I did not teach him w
A Red Wolf Though the leaders escaped, along with a few others, one by one, the others fell. The forest was stained with the dark hue of blood and smelled of raw flesh when they were done. Some were captured, their limbs bound by glowing restraints woven from a magical tool made specifically to capture witches. Some were captured to be interrogated by Amanda, while other luckier ones died on those forest grounds. As the last of the witches fell, Amanda surveyed the aftermath, her eyes taking in the scene with a lot of satisfaction. “Take them to my torture room,” She handed over the guide for the restraints binding the captured witches, allowing her wolves to drag them forward for interrogation. She was sure that with a little help, their tongues would loosen. When the battle against the witches stopped, Matthew turned his attention to Emerald. He could sense her distress, her heartbeat was pounding so loud it scared him. The shock of witnessing such carnage and violence
Retreat As Nyx moved to stand protectively beside Emerald, the witches’ eyes widened in shock, their gazes fixated on the woman. How did she wake up so quickly? They heard she would be out for a few months. They even sent one of their own to place her under a spell so that she sleeps longer. “How has she recovered so quickly?” one of them hissed, their words dripping with suspicion. They had heard that werewolves shared their healing properties with their mates, but they did not think she would recover that easily. What in the devil’s name was going on? Matthew’s form rose, his muscles tensing as a low growl rumbled from deep within his chest. “Did you order the attack on Emerald?” he demanded, his eyes were darker than usual and His bloodlust filled the air. The witches remained silent, their lips pressed into thin lines as they refused to answer his question. Matthew’s anger flared, the dense bloodlust radiating from his powerful form almost choking them. He just attack
The first Wave of Attacks.With those inside in danger, those outside wolves wasted no time in springing into action. Usually their kind involved the strongest surviving and would not usually help one another. But as it looks, if they look away, they will lose more than half the packs in existence.They surged forward, their powerful forms disappearing through the shimmering portal that led to the Shadow realm. If a person listens closely, they could hear a chorus of snarls and howls erupted from the other side of the shadow realm gate, signaling the commencement of a fierce battle.Inside the shadow realm, it was pure chaos.Towering creatures appeared with a ferocious speed that tore through the werewolves’ defenses. The werewolves fought valiantly, moving with lightning speed, their jaws snapping and claws slashing as they engaged these ancient beings in combat. The Stillwater family came together and led the charge with their imposing figure at the forefront of the fray. "Prot
The Hunt"This hunt is not merely a test of strength or prowess," the elder explained. "It is a rite of passage for some, a chance to evolve for others, but whatever it may be, pure glory awaits those who hunt the best."The wolves howled and cheered at the elder’s words."Within the Ancient Land, there dwells many creatures." The elder continued and silence returned "Massive, fearsome beast that will test not only your physical strength but your mental strength too.Your task is to hunt and bring back the largest game they can find. Bring their essence stored in their hearts."A shiver ran down Emerald's spine at her words but the young wolves seemed undaunted, their eyes alight with a mixture of excitement and determination."The only rule in the hunt is to return alive,” she said solemnly and silence returned.“Some of you will die in the shadow realm. When you step through that door, you stand alone,” the elder concluded, her voice solemn. "I wish you all a great hunt. May the bes
Preparations.The meeting went on for a while after that. The date for the hunt was set and many things prepared.By the time Matthew returned to his room, the sun had long since risen high in the sky. He found Emerald coming out from the side bathroom, her hair damp and her skin flushed from the heat of her bath.Without a word, he crossed the room and pulled her into a fierce embrace, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he inhaled her comforting scent. Emerald tensed momentarily, surprised by his sudden display of affection, but soon relaxed into his embrace, her arms winding around his broad shoulders. She was sure irritated a lot these days as she was tired, but she was always calmed when she was in Matthew’s arms.They stood like that for several heartbeats, before Matthew finally pulled back, his eyes drinking in every detail of her face as if committing it to memory. Emerald thought that he sure was clingy. But for Matthew, he had only stepped out but it felt like
A forced vote.Matthew’s eyes flashed with a thought when he heard his father-in-law’s words.He thought back to the woman sleeping in his quarters, whose hair was slowly going red.“One problem at a time. For now, we should hear what the other families have to say to call for an assembly,” Matthew said with a smile hidden in his eyes.“But who called for one?” Nyx asked and they stepped out to look at the runes in the sky. A glowing symbol floating above.“The Taylor family? Who?” an elder asked.“They are that family rumored to also be of Stoneheart bloodline,” Harold said and everyone had many thoughts in their head.“Things are about to get interesting,” Matthew said with a smile.They all made their way to the white halls.The white halls were a grand gathering place for all the great families. This was considered the seat of power where they all gathered and made the decisions of the ancient land. It was still dark, but the white marble walls still reflected light, almost glow
The MeetingThe moment the Stillwater family entered the ancient land, a large wolf call started.Emerald jolted awake, her eyes snapping open as the distant howls of wolves pierced the early morning silence. Beside her, Matthew stirred, his muscular arms stretching under the sheets as he too woke up the moment she did."It's alright," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. "Go back to sleep. It's just the wolf's call."Emerald frowned, her brow furrowing as she tried to make sense of his words. "Wolf's call? What's that?"Matthew propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes glinting in the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains. "It's a tradition among my kind," he explained patiently. "The wolves gather in the forest and howl, marking their territory and warning others of their presence. A family has probably just arrived."Emerald nodded slowly, but she was still uneasy and could not sleep. "I don't think I can sleep anymore," she admitted sheepishly.A smile made its w
The Witch CouncilThe red robed group appeared in another forest. “Check for werewolves,” Kendal instructed her subordinate and the young woman started a spell to check if there were werewolves in the vicinity.Without another word, she turned and strode back towards the clearing, the hooded figure following her reluctantly. He desperately wanted to catch as many young wolves from the Stillwater family as possible and break their necks but they left quickly so he would have to hold it in.As they made another stone altar, the others were waiting, their faces looking as though they had words at the tip of their tongues but held it in. Jay stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene before them."What happened?" Jay demanded, his gaze flickering between Kendal and the bloodied figure.“One of the werewolves could not control themselves," she replied with disdain.This is why she did not want to work with werewolves. Sure those werewolves who came to their side held gr
The Last great familyFar away, in the Stillwater family, the young wolves were holding a morning call. Intruders.In the early hours of the morning, while the moon was still high in the sky, when the forest was cloaked in darkness, the young wolves wandered the forest. They were only of the last families to leave for the ancient land. They were quite dissatisfied with how things had taken true. They were the ones to host the hunt this year. There were benefits to being the host, but when it was their turn, the Reeves family proposed moving to the ancient land. They were not so quick to comply. That morning, their young wolves ventured into the forest to do their morning call. Unknown to them, they were not the only ones there.Hooded figures emerged from the shadows. Their movements were stealthy, footsteps muffled by the damp undergrowth as they moved deeper into the heart of the forest behind the Stillwater family mansion.These mysterious individuals carried shovels and tools,