Charlotte woke up to an empty bed. Immediately, she mindlinked Azraiel to confirm if he was at the packhouse and yes he was.She felt like she needed a coffee so she brewed one cup for herself and slowly sipped on it while looking at the woods from the balcony in her room. There were warriors stationed all around her house and she knew it was Azraiel’s doing. She was fine with it.The moment she woke up from her sleep, she has been thinking hard about only one thing. The whole ordeal with Theo left her confused and conflicted. She doesn’t want to hurt Azraiel but she also has no control over Theo’s decision.Theo is Azraiel’s best friend and Gamma, so how can he be her Beta? Why did she feel that connection with Theo when all along she felt like Nicholas was her Beta? She has a lot of questions but no answers. Worst of all, she doesn’t feel bad about Theo being her Beta. She has always felt at ease around him, almost as if he was her brother. He cheered her up when she felt down, he w
“It-It’s Wolfsbane.”Both Azraiel and Theo knew what was in the pouch even before Charlotte opened it. That’s why Azraiel pushed it out of her hands.Since she too is now a wolf, wolfsbane is equally dangerous for her too.“Leave the room.” Katya looks at them. “All of you. Ask someone from the medical wing to send gloves and sample containers.”Azraiel nods and the three of them leave the room. Theo instantly mindlinks someone at the medical wing while Azraiel inspects Charlotte’s hands.“You are not hurt, are you?” he asks gently. His heart thunders in his chest.“No.” She says quietly, surprisingly calm.A few minutes pass and a nurse from the medical wing drops the supplies asked for. None of them speak while Katya collects the sample from the pouch and cleans the office from any wolfsbane with her magic.A few minutes later, she opens the door and says, “Come in. It’s all cleaned up.”Azraiel exhales and they take their places again.“So”, Azraiel begins, “A blood stained cloth,
Charlotte silently takes in what Azraiel just said.I am sure she was a part of the Royal courtShe tilts her head so that she can look at his face. It’s dark but her brand new werewolf vision lets her see every detail of his face.“What do you mean by that?” Her voice a foreign sound on her lips.His arms tighten around her. “The blood on the fabric smelled really strong, Charlotte which is very unusual if it indeed is from the day your mother entered the human land. The smell should have faded by now if she were any ordinary wolf. I smelled the same scent on the fabric too. If it was someone else’s blood, then I wouldn’t have smelled the same scent on that piece of dress too. The smell…” he trails and she sees him gulp, “The smell is strong. During that time, it was a common practice for the courtiers of the Royal court to swear a blood oath with the royals. The Blood oath not only prevented them from betraying the King and the Queen but it also added to their power. The power of th
The next day began earlier than Azraiel would have liked.With every member of Charlotte’s pack now completed shifting, they need to maintain records of each and every member according to the supernatural being they transformed into after their shift.Charlotte left early in the morning to ensure that her pack members weren’t having any adverse symptoms after the shift. She also wanted to discuss with Nicholas and Jamie about the training and further course of action as a pack. Theo accompanied her to the woods.They still haven’t figured out the whole Theo acknowledging her as his Alpha thing and it seemed like no one wanted to discuss anything about the matter.Azraiel left for the packhouse at the same time. He barely slept last night even though his mate was safe and protected in his arms. The matter with Theo and the contents of the backpack left by Arthur keep coming back to his mind every other second. His men have been tracking Arthur and Austin ever since they noticed them on
The old cabin nestled within the dense thicket of the village seemed almost as weary as the man who inhabited it. Arthur sat slouched at a rustic wooden table, a dimly flickering lantern casting long shadows across his haggard face. His weathered hands clutched a half-empty bottle of whiskey, its amber contents offering temporary solace to a soul burdened with remorse.The air was heavy with the weight of his regrets, each breath heaved with the weight of his betrayals. Through tear-blurred eyes, he stared out of the cabin's small, frosted window, watching as the moon cast an eerie glow upon the surrounding trees. It was a night ripe with both sorrow and danger.Outside, in the veil of darkness, lurked creatures of myth and legend. Werewolves, guardians of the forest, prowled silently, their keen senses attuned to the slightest movement. Among them, two pairs of amber eyes fixated on the cabin, the Beta and the Head Warrior of the Blue Orchid pack tasked with observing and bringing th
Under the blazing sun, Charlotte stands tall, her muscles glistening with sweat as she pauses to catch her breath. The training grounds are a flurry of activity, filled with the sounds of clashing swords and grunts of exertion. Preparation is key for the impending battle, Kira told her before she started training her.Charlotte begins her training regimen with a series of stretching exercises, her movements fluid and precise. Limbering up her body, she ensures that every muscle is ready for the challenges ahead. With each stretch, she focuses her mind, channelling her inner strength and determination. She starts with the basics, honing her agility and speed by darting through the underbrush with the grace of a prowling predator. Each movement is deliberate, and calculated, as she weaves between trees and leaps over fallen logs, her wolfish instincts guiding her every step.Next comes combat training. Charlotte faces off against imaginary foes, her claws extended and her fangs bared in
“Hello, Uncle!”Arthur’s eyes snap to Charlotte. As he takes in the woman standing before him, his eyes widen in disbelief and fear.As if he has seen a ghost, he scrambles to put as much as distance possible between them but ends up falling flat on his ass.Charlotte smirks, letting her teeth extend into canines and peek out of her mouth.Arthur starts sweating profusely. He looks at Azraiel and Katya for help but when they maintain a stone face, he realizes he is on his own.“Y-“ he gulps, “You are alive.” He trembles.Charlotte grins. The smell of his fear gives her immense satisfaction.“Yup.” She says popping the ‘p’. “I am alive, despite your schemes to get me killed.”Arthur’s face changes at the accusation.He regains his composure, or at least tries to.“I never wanted you dead, Charlotte. They wanted to kill you but I convinced them to let you leave the continent.” He says, his voice a little clearer than before.Charlotte’s eyes harden.“And that makes it alright?” Arthur v
The moon hung heavy and bloated in the ink-black sky, casting an eerie silver glow upon the desolate landscape below. Charlotte stood alone on the edge of a cliff, her heart pounding like thunder in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps that misted in the frigid air. The wind howled mournfully, whipping her dark hair about her face in wild tendrils.But it wasn't just the weather that sent shivers down her spine—it was the figure standing before her, a twisted reflection of herself. Its eyes glowed with a feral light, glinting like shards of shattered glass in the moonlight. Its lips peeled back in a snarl, revealing gleaming, razor-sharp teeth that dripped with blood.Charlotte recoiled in horror, her mind struggling to comprehend what she was seeing. Was this truly her? Was this the monster that lurked within, waiting to be unleashed? The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, filling her with a bone-deep terror, unlike anything she had ever known.She tried to turn
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