Charlotte had read 3 out of 5 books Azraiel has brought. As she kept on reading, questions began to swarm in her little head. She had to ask one of the nurses to give her a pen and paper so that she could write her questions down. The books she had read till now were more of an introductory nature. She figured the voluminous books she hadn't dared to touch contained the important stuff. From what she could gather, the supernatural world seems more like a secret community that only a few humans knew about. For Charlotte, it was nothing new. Growing up, it has always been her uncle and a few of his friends. Yes, she went to school and college but her introverted nature made it hard for her to make close friends. She has always been content living on her own. So the fact that werewolves avoided interacting with people outside their pack didn't bother her much. Moreover, the Blue Orchid pack had a population of more than 4000, making it unlikely to have a
Charlotte started reading the fourth book right after she woke up in the morning. It was past noon now and she was about to finish it. She skipped the parts that she had already read in other books. After reading them she had concluded something. Whatever idea the humans had about werewolves may not entirely be true but it was close. Sure, the seriousness and depth of this world were beyond human imagination but they have been successful in getting the tip right. Humans were right about the mates, about the shifting, about moon goddess, and the mindlink. When she read those werewolf romances back at her home, she had just dismissed them as nothing but fiction. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought that all of it could be true. Then there were the witches and vampires and dozens of other creatures that existed right under their noses without blowing their cover.While thinking about the werewolves, he
Matt was about to lose his mind. He has been feeling anxious since yesterday. His wolf was scratching at his mind and he had no idea why. He knew his wolf was trying to tell him something but he saw nothing out of the place. In fact, he has been feeling calmer than usual ever since he heard that their Luna was awake.But after everything that he has learned about his luna yesterday, he was itching to go to the medical wing and stay guard outside her door. Yes...Maybe that's why. Maybe his wolf is just concerned about his luna.Matt nodded to himself. Yes...that's it. For a second, he really was thinking about visiting her in the medical wing, but then his Alpha's pissed-off face from yesterday evening flashed before his eyes and he could swear his pulse increased with fear.What Matt did yesterday was disrespectful
Sometimes, you don't need much time to understand someone's pain...A glimpse of their suffering, an unshed tear, a pained smile, a nonchalant attitude, angry eyes, and sometimes just silence is enough to understand their pain.*******Flashes of his past were making an appearance in Azraiel's mind. His chat with Matt had turned out to be much more serious than he thought it would be.The information that his mate was once a part of such a program made things different. He couldn't explain how it was different since he himself was once a part of it. Maybe his brain was subconsciously trying to find similarities between Charlotte and him or maybe he was just overthinking. Now, he just knew one thing. His mate needed him more than he thought. Moon knows, what wounds she has been carrying around a
Theo was in a good mood today. Right from the moment he opened his eyes this morning he felt a surge of positive energy flow through him or maybe he was just excited to meet his Luna. She would not only become his Luna but also the better half of his closest friend.Theo smiled at what he saw in the mirror. He has worn his favorite blue shirt today. He glanced at the clock to see it strike 10. He had quickly sprayed some perfume and after glancing one last time in the mirror, he headed out.He wanted to make a good impression on his Luna ; both as the pack Gamma and Azraiel's friend. He knew she was unaware of the fact that she was Azraiel's mate but Theo already had a plan brewing in his head to bring those two together. Knowing Azraiel, he would never tell her before her shift in fear of putting her under pressure. But, Charlotte deserves to know the truth, o
Kira was feeling really upset today. Other than the fact that it was her brother's death anniversary, she was also feeling left out. But of course, she would never say this to anyone. There was something going on among the Alpha, Beta and Gamma and she had no idea what it was. Aside from this, she hasn't had a chance to visit the human girl. Alpha Azraiel had strictly forbidden all pack members from visiting her. We are to speak to her only if she initiates the conversation. Alpha doesn't want her to freak out. Like we would eat her...Geez.... The silence of her house and the thoughts churning in her head soon took the form of a headache. It wasn't long before she was sitting on the sofa clutching her head in her hands. She was about to get up and make herself some tea when the bell rang. As Kira focused
Azraiel quickly left his office and started walking towards the medical wing. He quickly ran his hand through his hair. Shit!! He didn't want to meet her like this....all stinking of sweat and tired. Both he and his wolf were angry at Theo for doing this to him and yet somehow the fact that he would be spending time with her trumped everything else. The door to her room was open today. She was standing, her back turned towards him and a nurse was helping her hold the crutched properly. Her aura and smell engulfed him in a soft cocoon, making him relaxed all of a sudden. He honestly has no idea how these nurses worked in her presence. If it was this overwhelming for Azraiel, then he can't even imagine how it must be for others.
Matt was sitting in his office, his head buried in a pile of files. He was drowning himself in work and training to keep his mind off a lot of things. The more and more information he received about his Luna, the more he grew concerned....for everyone. His mind has been exploding with all kinds of theories despite knowing very well that only Charlotte can confirm...or deny them. But that's the problem here... If he asked his Luna about her past then he'll have to inform everything to Alpha first....or else he'll have Matt's head. Matt didn't want to reveal everything to Alpha before asking Charlotte and he couldn't ask Charlotte without informing his Alpha first. Fucking great!!! He wanted to give her the benefit of doub
Sometimes...we expect only love and care from some people...we deem them incapable of hurting us....they are the ones we love after all....but that's our biggest mistake.....expecting from people we should not...and not expecting from the ones we should.***************Azraiel left for the medical wing as soon as he received the call. He was so damn worried. Just yesterday, she was fine, laughing even. Then what the hell happened in just a few hours that she wanted to meet him at 5 in the morning. The nurse who called her had to assure him again and again, probably more than 5 times that her life was not in danger, that she was fine; physically.But she did mention that she has been crying hysterically for more than an hour and absolutely refuses to tell anyone the reason behind her waterworks. The only person she wants to talk
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