There was an unsettling edge to the preparations. We loaded up with silver, iron, and various talismans that had been offered as tokens to anchor us to this world. Everyone wore their determination like a second skin, but underneath, the weight of the unknown pressed heavily against our chests. We each understood the volatile nature of the void: a dimension of twisting realities that could easily ensnare the unwary.
The night moved on, and it was almost time to leave. We went to our rooms to get ready for the journey. I knelt at my small altar, where moonstone and obsidian patterns promised protection and strength. My quiet prayers mingled with the magical air, brightening the talismans on the stone.
Sleep was out of reach, as thoughts of our mission troubled us. We memorized our plan with great care.
At dawn, we regrouped in the common room. The early light revealed the serious expressions of my companions.
Vincent spoke first, packing the last items for
Stephanie’s Perspective: I watched as Rylan, Vincent, and Brock stood on the precipice of the unknown, ready to shatter the veil of the void in a daring quest to rescue Crystal. Among them, a new ally: Jared Silverton, the former lover whose betrayal had twisted Selena's mind to madness. His presence was a wild card, his motives enigmatic, as they prepared to dive into the abyss. I watched them, the silhouette of their resolve just a shade darker against the trembling light of dawn. The void was a place of twisted echoes, and even the steeliness in my mate's eyes couldn't dispel the anxiety that clung to my backbone. I had always been the one whose veins pulsed with the thrill of peril, the one who thrived on the intoxicating rush of possible doom. Yet there was an undeniable trembling in my soul at the mere thought of the void. Something in that infinite darkness had not just erased fragments of my memory – it had devoured pieces of my very essence. The terr
Sapphire’s Perspective: My jaw plummeted to the ground, fists clenched, bracing to confront the woman who dared to masquerade as Morgana—my own mother. Just as I drew power into my hands to banish her to the abyss, Vincent and Jared lunged forward, shielding her with their bodies. Had madness taken them? Mother shouldered past them with an unexpected force. "Would you truly raise a hand against your own mother?" There she stood, and the realization struck me: she had discarded her guise as Morgana. The shock of seeing her, so vividly alive both in body and spirit, left me reeling—I had believed that banishing her to the void would be her end. My heart ached to rush into her arms, to embrace the warmth I had longed for. But the memories of years spent guarding others from her wrath kept me rooted in place, an internal battle raging between longing and suspicion. My mother approached, her arms encasing me in a trembling embrace. "I am so sorry, my daugh
Jeremy’s Perspective:Desperation gnawed at us as my father, and I grappled with Crystal's disappearance. We turned to Selena for answers, but her recollections were nothing more than fragments, a jigsaw puzzle destroyed by her own turbulent psyche. Where to begin the search for Crystal was a riddle without an apparent solution.The weight of the night's revelations spurred a resolution within me. It was time to reveal to my father the truth I had harbored for years: I had found my mate. The decision to claim her felt right; the events of tonight had deepened my appreciation for the blessings of the Moon Goddess and the sacred bond she bestows. I knew my confession would challenge my father’s traditional views, views which would either evolve or dissolve when I ascended as the Alpha of the Silverton Pack. For I was determined to herald a new era, one willing to abandon antiquated customs or forgo the mantle of leadership entirely.My voice faltered a
Stephanie’s Perspective: In the past month, my sister had vanished from our senses, eluding even the most potent scrying attempts. She and Adrian had journeyed somewhere out of our reach, her newfound powers shielding her presence. Under the instruction of Selena—who had once believed herself to be Morgana—Crystal had swiftly mastered the magic arts. Selena herself admitted as much, her voice tinged with awe at Crystal's rapid ascent to harnessing her powers.Today marks the beginning of my university classes. Brock and I have just settled into our condominium located on the top floor of the corporate building.Feeling like a penguin, I'm now halfway through my pregnancy, waddling with every step. I recently discovered I'm expecting twin boys. Why couldn't one of them have been a girl? I mused, chuckling to myself.Beneath Brock's watchful eye, I navigated my new role as
Melania's Perspective:My glare burned into Brock, his surprise announcement pinning me to the spot. If only he'd had the decency to warn me, I would have spared myself the awkwardness and switched classes. Surely, our tangled bond screamed conflict of interest.At my side, Charmayne leaned in, her voice a strident whisper. "How on earth did you land such a burning hot husband?" Her elbow gently nudged my side, but it might as well have been a dagger.A small, defiant growl rumbled from deep within, my inner wolf, Aurina, bristling at the comment. She was fiercely protective of what was ours, and I had to admit, her feelings mirrored my own. It was hardly flattering to have others eyeing our mate.The question from another friend sliced through the tension. "Stephanie, you kept it such a secret. How come you never spilled that your husband would be Instructing the class?"Facing Brock, I let the words drip with ice. "Because I didn't know—and
Stephanie’s Perspective: As the final minutes of class ticked away, Brock's voice cut through the air, summoning the two wolves whose whispers had captured my attention earlier. The door swung open, proclaiming the arrival of the Gamma flanked by a duo of stern guards tasked with holding their post at the entrance. The trepidation in the wolves' eyes was unmistakable. “Alpha?” the male ventured, a tremor of uncertainty in his tone, “Have we disobeyed some law?” Brock responded with a gentle shake of his head. “No. You're aware of who I am—Alpha Brock Simmons, right? Besides me is my mate, endowed with an extraordinary ability that she cannot always suppress: the power to sift through the minds of individuals from any pack. Tell us, what are your names, and from which pack do you come from?” The female stepped forward. Her voice, a soft murmur, scarcely rose above a whisper. “I'm Ivy, and this is Rowan. We're from the Timberlake Pack.” I was immediately curious. The Timberlake Pack
Stephanie’s Perspective:As I strode into the conference room, anticipation curled in my stomach—a crucial debrief loomed about the teenagers' knowledge of Yadiel, whose death had cast a shadow over us all. Our pressing concern, however, was uncovering their insights into the girl now commanding Yadiel's pack.Contrary to expectations, the conference room lay barren, the silence humid. My next destination was clear: Brock's office. Upon arrival, a charged scene unfolded before me. The teenagers sat rigid on chairs before Brock's desk, and the air was thick with tension as the male teen and Brock exchanged potent glares."Brock! Explain yourself!" I demanded.He jerked upward, surprise etching his features. In a bewildered gesture, he jabbed a finger toward the defiant boy. "He had the nerve to call me a 'stupid ass'!"Rowen, simmering with anger, shot back in defense, "And he's no better—labeling me an idiot for not awaiting the m
Staphanie’s perspective: The Fate of Beta Johnson: Alpha Morrison's Justice I insisted on respect; without establishing firm boundaries from the outset, it would forever remain tenuous. So, right from the start of our dialogues, I laid down the law. "Alpha Silverton-Simmons," he began, a note of unprecedented respect coloring his tone, "I must confess, I've yet to encounter a wolf possessing strength comparable to that of yours. I propose that one of my men partake in interrogating them." I contemplated his suggestion before replying, "The issue at hand, you see, is the intense anxiety your men harbor towards you as their Alpha. This fear could shroud the truth, leaving us only with half-truths or worse, silence. I believe our Gamma is better suited for this delicacy—the questioning of the young wolves. Under his charge, not only can you and your mates supervise to prevent any misconduct, but we're also more likely to eli