Sorry for the typos. Also, from now on all the pieces of the story will begin to come together. So, it might feel like everything is going super fast, but in reality, it's just coming together.
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,
Katya breathes in the musky scent of her home. Nothing and absolutely nothing smells as good as your home. Yeah… maybe except for your mother.She sighs and turns to Matt. “What would you like? Tea, coffee...cold drink?”“Just water. Thanks.” He answers and looks around the living room.Katya nods and fetches him a glass of water.“It’ll take me a while to look through her books. You can watch the T.V. if you want.” She says to him even though she is sure that the T.V. is just a showpiece.Katya hasn’t been to this house for years. She has been traveling across the world mastering her craft and learning from different cultures. She knows she didn’t want to come here because this place has so many memories.But today, she is meant to be here. She long ago realized that nothing is a coincidence and everything happens as it is meant to be.She walks upstairs ignoring the pang in her chest as she feels her mother’s presence in the house.She is here! She’ll always be here!Katya unlocks t
“Katya?” Matt knocks on the door.“Uh..yeah?” Katya closes her mother’s journal and stands up.“Theo called. They found the white wolf.” Matt says with urgency.“They did?” Katya asks in wonder.“Yeah..” Matt walks in when she motions her hand to ask him to get in. “He..uh- he described how Kira and him found the wolf and it’s something similar to what you experienced in the woods earlier.”Katya looks at him as if to say “go on.”“She-she too heard her name being called in the woods and there was no one but them there.” He finishes.Katya frowns and looks at her mother’s journal.“Let me just grab my mother’s journals and we’ll head back.” She starts pulling out her mother’s journals from the shelf.“There’s one more thing.” Matt continues. “He said that the wolf’s aura and powers are suppressed by the magic.”Katya nods. “I’ll have to look for the spell to strip off the magic.” Katya now picks up the grimoires too.“I’ll wait for you downstairs.” Matt says and she just nods.Her mo
Azraiel, Theo, Kira and Charlotte look at Katya in awe as she finishes narrating what she experienced in the woods. Matt and Daniel are in the woods, keeping an eye on the species gathered and the white wolf.“So..my parents knew Charlotte’s mother and grandmother?” Azraiel couldn’t believe his ears. He has gone through every record he can find written by his parents and there is no trace of anything like this. Maybe the ones having information about Charlotte’s grandmother and mother got destroyed during the attack.“I think so…” Katya bites her lip. “I am not saying that what I saw in the woods happened but there surely is a connection between her ancestors and yours. Though I believe they met way later in life, you know when Charlotte’s mother wasn’t a child anymore.”“Yeah…I believe that too.” Azraiel nods. “Charlotte and I are 5 years apart in age, so my parents were likely a bit older than Charlotte’s mother but not more than a decade.” Azraiel tries to work the timeline in his
“She actually looked just like you…except she had blue eyes.”Katya’s breath gets stuck in her throat when she hears Caleb say that.It is true that she looked a lot like her mother but had her father’s green eyes. If Caleb has indeed seen her mother, then this is another chapter of mystery added to the never-ending book of mystery they have been trying to decode.“Are you sure? Do you remember anything else…any conversation or something that struck you as odd?” Theo asks the question when he sees that Katya needs some time to take in the information.“Not really…Her face was clear in my memory but seeing her made it even more evident.” Caleb says pointing at Katya. “I just remember taking sweets from her. She was kind to me as she played with me sometimes when the older kids refused to let me play with them. Other than that, I never saw her except at the park. Once I was adopted I forgot about her.”Katya nods, consoling herself that he was a kid and he doesn’t remember when all she
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
Matt tossed and turned in his bed, the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting silver streaks across the room. Sleep was elusive, as his mind replayed the conversation he'd had with Kira just yesterday.“The way you look at her...it’s the same way Theo looks at Samantha and Alpha looks at Luna.” Kira had said.He had laughed it off at the time, but now, in the stillness of the night, the weight of her words pressed down on him. How could he have been so transparent? How could he have let his guard down so easily?Years ago, he and Katya had been inseparable, especially during that rescue mission for Ayleen. They were younger then, driven by adrenaline and the high stakes of their world. It had been easy to mistake the intensity of their connection for something more. And perhaps, back then, it had been more.But they had grown up. They had changed. He wasn’t the same impulsive wolf he’d been, and Katya wasn’t the same mysterious witch who could read his thoughts before he’d
The Blue Orchid packhouse was alive with the hustle and bustle of preparations for the grand ball, an event that drew werewolves from packs far and wide. However, in the quiet confines of Theo’s office, an entirely different kind of preparation was underway.Charlotte, the Luna of the Blue Orchid pack and the Alpha of her own unnamed supernatural pack sat poised in one of the plush leather chairs, her sharp eyes fixed on Theo. Samantha, Theo’s mate, sat beside her, her interest piqued by the serious discussion they were about to have. Theo, the Beta of the Blue Orchid pack, stood behind his desk, his presence commanding the room.“The world of werewolf politics is more intricate than it appears,” Theo began, his voice steady and authoritative. “As Luna of the Blue Orchid pack and Alpha of your own, you, Luna, must be well-versed in the dynamics of our world. And Samantha, as my mate, your understanding of these matters is equally important.”Samantha nodded, her curiosity evident. Char