Azraiel stares at the table in front of him blankly. He is currently sitting in his office at the pack house waiting for Theo. Charlotte and Theo went to her pack today and it looks like he has finally accepted that Samantha is her mate. This also means that he is ready to talk about the past without biting his head off! A million things cross Azraiel’s mind but he somehow quietens the questions so that he wouldn’t upset Theo. He leans back as he hears the footsteps. A few seconds later Theo knocks on the door twice and then enters. “Sit.” Azraiel says to him. He carefully looks at Theo and notices the change in his demeanor. He seems relaxed, not angry and definitely happy. “What happened?” Theo asks as he sits down. “Nothing.” Azraiel puts his hands on the desk. “Can I not call you to just talk?” “Of course, you can!” Theo says. “But I’d rather talk while walking.” “Come on then.” Azraiel gets up and gestures for Theo to follow. Both of them do not speak until they are out
Charlotte stares at the black sky and tries to sort out the bubble of worry floating in her heart. She closes her eyes as she hears the footsteps of her mate.Within seconds, the door of her room opens and she is engulfed in warmth as Azraiel’s arms circle her waist. She smiles as he places a sweet kiss on her shoulder and buries his face in her neck. Her back arches and her neck move to the side as the first instinct.They silently enjoy each other’s company as the night darkens and the stars twinkle brighter.“What are you thinking?” Azraiel mumbles in her ear but doesn’t let her go.Charlotte chuckles. “How do you know I am thinking?”“I can tell.” Azraiel kisses her ear.“I-I was thinking about the shift, Azraiel.” Charlotte sobers up. It’s better that she has this conversation with him now.She turns in his arms and faces him. “I have a request…in case…in case I don’t make it after the shift.”“Don’t say that.” His voice breaks as he palms her cheek.“I have to.” She smiles sadly
Charlotte releases a ragged breath as she stares at the scene in front of her. “What’s… what’s going on?” She asks. “The warriors found them a few minutes ago.” Matt answers. Charlotte takes out her phone when it suddenly rings. “Nicholas.” She answers. “Are you guys okay?” “We are fine Charlotte. But you should come here. Right now.” He says. Charlotte gulps at the urgency in his voice. “Okay. I’ll be there soon.” She turns towards Should be there. “Absolutely not!” Azraiel barks instantly. “They could be dangerous, Charlotte.” “I know…” She looks at him with pleading eyes. “Even more of a reason to be with my pack right now.” Azraiel shakes his head. “No.” He says sternly. “Go home. I’ll deal with this.” Charlotte doesn’t budge. “No.. It’s my pack. I am their leader. I should be with them. Please try to understand Azraiel.” She pleads. He looks at her for a long second and she asks her wolf to send a message to his wolf. After what feels like an eternity, he looks away from
Charlotte sighs and leans back. Azraiel joins her in the bed. It’s 4 in the morning and the sky is still dark. “You okay? “He asks as she puts her head on his shoulder. “No.” Charlotte gulps to control her tears. “I am not.” Charlotte and Azraiel have been up all night trying to figure out what to do with those hundreds of people out there. Some of them wanted to go home while the others just had no clue what to do. Even if half of them wanted to go, it was still a great number of people and to make living arrangements for them was no easy task at all. Theo, Matt, Ayleen, Katya, and many other warriors worked all night to arrange accommodations for them. Azraiel asked the Head Coordinators permission to put them near his pack and he agreed. All night, they just worked to get things done and make sure that there is no danger lurking around. Tons and Tons of questions… unanswered questions swimming in their heads… “It’s okay! I am here. We’ll figure it out.” She feels him press a ki
Katya looks around the woods and sighs. She has been wandering in the woods with Matt hoping to find any clue as to why and how the hell did so many supernaturals enter the woods at the same time without getting hurt?Does the magic not work anymore?Or… it works just fine but didn’t want to hurt these supernatural species?Ugh… it’s confusing!!“You okay?” Matt asks suddenly.“uh… yeah!!” She tucks a hair strand behind her ear.“I think we should take a break. You look tired. “He says.“No… I… l am fine.”Matt doesn’t say anything but sighs heavily.“Let’s head back. ‘Katya says and turns around.“Katya!”“Yeah?” She turns around when She hears her name and looks at Matt.He looks at her weirdly. “Huh… -what?”“You called my name.” Her brows furrow.“Uh. No.. l didn’t.” He looks worried.“Yes. You did. It’s just the two of us here.” Katya says looking around.Matt suddenly looks alert as he puts his finger to his lips, and looks around. After looking in every direction when he is sat
“Kira!..don’t.” Theo says to Kira as he watches her inch towards the white wolf.“Sshhhh..” Kira shuts him up.She moves close to the white wolf slowly.Theo quickly pulls out his cell phone and texts the Alpha. If and he is almost sure that this white wolf is indeed a Trueblood then there is no way that Theo and Kira can fight it off by themselves.“Theo?” He looks up when he hears Kia whisper.He steps forward to see what happened. “It’s unconscious!” Kira says looking at the giant white wolf.“I’ve informed Alpha. He is coming with warriors and a truck to take it to the pack.”Kira frowns and steps back. “Is it just me or you too aren’t getting the Trueblood vibes from it?”“No… it’s not just you!” Theo assures her. “I can’t feel that sort of aura here. We’d have found it in an instant because of the powerful aura, wounded or not.”“Do you think its smell and aura are concealed by magic?” Kira asks with a bitter taste in her mouth. More magic…great! She thinks to herself.“It looks
“Charlotte! “Azraiel bellows from the drawing room.Charlotte quickly puts the clothes in her hands on the beds and runs downstairs.” I’m coming.”“Is it awake?” She asks as she looks at Azraiel.Ever since Azraiel told her about the white wolf in the woods she has been on edge.“Not yet.. but it’s starting to. “Azraiel sighs. “The Head Coordinator is here. We are going there. “Azraiel hesitates a bit. “I don’t feel comfortable in taking you there but I also know that it’s important for you to be there.”Charlotte Smiles.“But…” Azraiel’s face turns serious. “Don’t do anything that’d put you in danger.”“Okay!” Charlotte chuckles. “As you say!”“Let’s go.” She follows him out and they drive to the packhouse in silence.A black car is already there and Azraiel signals it to move forward. It must be the Head Coordinator. She thinks to herself.Charlotte bites her lip in worry as she considers the possibility of the white wolf being Richard…. But if it’s not Richard then they have A bigg
“Richard. His name was Richard.” As soon as Azraiel and Charlotte hear that name their mind goes on alert mode. By the looks of it, Azraiel instantly mind links his warriors to be ready for anything. Either Caleb doesn’t notice the shift in the air or he is too stupid for his own good as he continues speaking. “Richard-he… he said he could help me deal with the werewolf thing on one condition.” “What condition?” Charlotte asks. “He-uh wanted me to help him find his family.” “Please continue.” It was an order even though Azraiel said please. “He…he told me that his parents got killed in a werewolf war, but his siblings survived as they ran away. He wanted my help in finding them. I didn’t believe him but I knew of no other werewolf and I really was having a hard time controlling my wolf.” Caleb paused and looked at Charlotte. “One day he took me to your house. He said that you could be his sister but he isn’t sure since you were all very young when the war happened. Of course,
The silence that followed Daniel’s call was as thick as fog. Everyone sat in contemplative unease, their thoughts spiraling into the abyss of uncertainties. Silver flames had been sighted 22 years ago—just a year after the devastating fire at the king’s palace, the same fire that claimed the lives of the werewolf royalty. Could these two events be connected? The implications of such a connection were as vast as they were terrifying.Azraiel’s drawing room felt heavier than ever, the weight of worry and exhaustion palpable in the air. Kira shifted uncomfortably, her gaze moving to the grandfather clock ticking loudly in the corner. Every second seemed to stretch into eternity.Suddenly, the sound of a door creaking open broke the tension. Everyone’s heads snapped toward the staircase, alert and apprehensive.Theo and Matt bolted to their feet, rushing up the stairs.“Azraiel?” Theo’s voice carried a mix of relief and worry as he spotted the Alpha slowly descending the stairs.Azraiel w
The weight of responsibility bore down on Daniel as he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face with calloused hands. The room around him was dimly lit, with the flickering glow of a solitary desk lamp casting long shadows against the walls. The soft hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound accompanying his tumultuous thoughts.He had just returned to his office after a grueling day spent ensuring the security of the forest surrounding the Blue Orchid pack. Every minute had been a whirlwind of meetings, coordination, and checks, with one goal in mind: to eliminate any potential threats before the ball. The gathering of so many Alphas and Lunas in one place was a political and logistical nightmare. It was a powder keg waiting for a spark.And now this.The phone call from Caitlyn had left him shaken. He stared blankly at the pile of papers on his desk, unable to focus on any of it. The words "silver flames" echoed in his mind, each syllable slicing through his thoughts like a blade.
Aunt Caitlyn sat on the plush sofa in Azraiel’s drawing room, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The rich, dark wood of the furniture glinted faintly under the muted glow of the overhead chandelier, and the scent of pinewood from the hearth lingered in the air. She had rushed over in her nightclothes, barely taking the time to throw a coat over her shoulders when Ayleen’s desperate call came.The sound of Ayleen’s sobs still echoed in her ears, and Caitlyn’s heart clenched at the memory. The young woman had flung herself into her arms the moment she stepped through the door, her body trembling with unspoken fears.Now, as she sat in the center of the tension-filled room, Caitlyn couldn’t help but notice how heavy the atmosphere was. Matt and Theo stood to the side, their postures rigid, their expressions grim. Siobhan sat beside Ayleen on the loveseat, murmuring soft reassurances while rubbing her back gently. Ayleen, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen, leaned her head against Siobhan
The moonlight cast a faint, silvery glow on the forest path leading to Alana’s house, illuminating the route just enough for Kira to navigate without stumbling. Her boots crunched softly against the dirt, the sound oddly loud in the stillness of the night. She glanced up at the looming trees, their dark branches intertwining above her to form a canopy that swallowed most of the moonlight. It felt like the forest itself was holding its breath. Alana’s house came into view, a small structure perched on the edge of the pack’s territory. Its isolation was deliberate—an unspoken acknowledgment of the unease the pack felt around the witch. Even as she approached, Kira couldn’t help but feel the weight of its placement. It wasn’t just physical distance that separated Alana from the others; it was a barrier of mistrust and fear. Kira slowed her steps, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of the dagger strapped to her thigh. She didn’t expect trouble, but being cautious never hurt. The
Katya tossed aside another of her mother’s journals, letting it fall to the floor with a defeated sigh. The thick stack of ancient leather-bound books was strewn across the room, each one filled with spells, enchantments, and writings about flames of every imaginable color—blue, black, green, even a rare purple. But nowhere, not a single line, had mentioned the mysterious silver flame. It felt as though the answers she sought were just beyond reach, buried beneath years of her mother’s guarded knowledge.Katya rubbed her temples, feeling a growing frustration behind her eyes as she got up from the floor, carefully stepping over a couple of loose pages that had scattered during her search. She wandered into the kitchen, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor, where the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the wall clock punctuated the otherwise heavy silence of the night. She reached for the coffee pot, her hands moving almost mechanically, measuring out the coffee grou
For the next two hours, various tests were conducted on Charlotte to determine the cause of her condition. They wanted to be certain that she was physically fine before drawing any conclusions. Some of the test results came back normal, and now they were awaiting the others.Dr. Humphrey had checked Charlotte’s vitals earlier—her pulse, heartbeat, blood pressure, and brain activity were all normal. Yet, despite these signs of life, Charlotte remained unconscious, as though trapped in a deep slumber. Azraiel lay beside her, his body healing slowly from the burns, but his heart was heavy with worry. The others had left the room to give them space, gathering downstairs in the hall.Katya had left the house altogether, determined to search her mother’s books and journals for anything related to the mysterious silver fire and its effects. Ayleen, who had been inconsolable earlier, reluctantly joined the others after Dr. Humphrey insisted they needed the room to monitor both Charlotte and A
Azraiel’s scream tore through the night as the silver flames licked at his skin, searing his flesh. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt—blinding, all-consuming—but he pushed through it. His grip tightened around Charlotte’s limp body as he lifted her into his arms, ignoring the fire that burned him down to his core. Every breath was a struggle, coming in short, agonized puffs as the heat smothered him, but he refused to let go.He summoned his true-blooded wolf, the primal strength buried deep within him, and let out a howl of pain and anguish that echoed through the walls. The wolf took over, guiding him with a singular focus—protect Charlotte. His feet moved on instinct as he hurried into the room, the flames still biting at his skin, and laid her carefully on their bed.As soon as her body touched the bed, Azraiel collapsed, his knees buckling under the unbearable pain. He hit the floor with a thud, the flames finally retreating, but leaving him scorched, his body covered
Azraiel felt her pain before he heard her voice. The intensity of the headache that slammed through the mindlink sent a sharp jolt of panic through his entire body. He was at the pack border, inspecting the security for Charlotte’s introductory ball with Kira, Matt, and Katya, when it hit him like a physical blow. The agony was overwhelming, and it wasn’t just his own—he could feel Charlotte’s fear pulsing through their bond.Without a word, Azraiel spun on his heels and sprinted towards her, his heart racing with dread. He knew something was wrong, terribly wrong, and he couldn't waste another second. Behind him, Matt, Kira, and Katya followed, their footsteps pounding through the woods as they tried to keep up with his pace.Matt’s voice cut through the rush of wind and trees as they ran. “Charlotte left the banquet hall a few hours ago. Ayleen left for home not long after. They must be at your place.”Azraiel heard him, but he couldn’t respond. His mind was racing too fast, his hear
Charlotte stood on the balcony, her arms wrapped around her middle, deep in thought as the cool night air played with the loose strands of her hair. Below her, the maze in the garden glowed with a soft golden hue. Yellow-golden fairy lights had been draped intricately along the maze's borders, casting an ethereal glow that illuminated the neatly trimmed hedges. The lights flickered gently in the breeze, their glow stretching out like long fingers that traced across the stone walls of the estate, spilling golden shadows across her face. Her reflection caught in the glass door behind her, her expression drawn, her lips pressed into a thin line of unease.Azraiel had taken charge of the preparations for her ball—her introductory event. As usual, he was meticulous, ensuring every detail was perfect. Charlotte had been busy too, focusing on the decorations and arrangements, but her mind was not with the party. Hours ago, something had happened, something that had shaken her in ways she cou