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
“They were planning to kill me, Azraiel.”As soon as Charlotte finished her sentence, Azraiel was out of the door.She sat there and slowly blinked.Did…Did he just leave? Just like that?She wasn’t sure what just happened here. One second he was here and the next he was rushing out of her room.He literally dashed out in a blur.Charlotte took a shuddering breath to calm herself down.She has read enough werewolf novels by now to understand why he left.His wolf was coming forward.
“I...I did.” Charlotte took a deep breath to calm her nerves.“but...How do you know that?” Of course, she knew he would investigate her but it still was kind of….unexpected.“Well...uh...we were looking for the Grisham’s after you told us that they weren’t at the camping site when you woke up on Sunday morning. We found two video clips from different cameras at different places…….the first one was from a hotel near the Rowville bus station and the other from the only local store on the road to the camping site. The Grisham’s never went camping with you...did they? Because they were checking into the hotel on Saturday evening…..Almost at the same time that the camera outside the local store captured you walking towards the Coral woods…..all alone.&rdqu
Azraiel pushed his wolf to run faster through the woods. He was struggling to take his mind off the conversation he just had with Charlotte.She was telling the truth. He knew...The terror on her face when she was describing her dream….it was firmly imprinted in his mind. At first, he thought she dreamt of getting hurt...but….but she is actually afraid of hurting others.Her reaction to the dream gave him a peek of her true nature. She wasn't conspiring against him…..She was just scared.But what now?What does this mean? How is he supposed to interpret this? Does this mean she’ll live through her shift? Will she really harm his pack if she lives?Azraiel slowed down to respond to people who greeted him on his run. After a while, he shifted back and went home to take a shower.Once he reached home, he wasted no time and quickl
Matt sat in his office staring blankly at his desktop screen. Alpha had stopped by early in the morning and told him everything that Luna revealed to him. He looked like he believed her. Matt on the other hand was in a dilemma. To trust her or not? She has lied to them before, what's stopping her from lying again? Sure, his Alpha has his reasons to believe her…she is his mate after all... But it doesn't mean he has to do the same…. Right? So, after pondering over it for almost 3 hours, he reached a conclusion. He wouldn't question his Alpha's decision to believe her but he wouldn't trust her either. He'll carry out his duties as a loyal Beta but will keep investigating her without telling his Alpha. Yes, he knew it's going to be extremely difficult to lie to Alpha…especially because he seems to know ab
Azraiel leaned back in his chair and sighed loudly. He rolled his shoulders back and tried to relax…but he couldn’t. He has been extremely busy all day…trying to pull strings and gather information about potential threats. He was also trying to dig into the H.O.P.E. mission that was in operation when Charlotte was in school. The voice that she kept hearing definitely has something to do with that bloody program. He turned his head in time to see the clock strike 6. He cursed under his breath and quickly rushed to his house. He has to visit Charlotte and brief her about her training which is to start from tomorrow. He was already feeling bad since he couldn’t be there with her in the morning…and now he was late. After changing his clothes quickly, he walked out towards her cottage. As soon as he neared her house, her smell invaded his senses. He paused for a second and breathed in a lungful of her scent before walking to her door. Instead
Have you experienced that weird feeling in your stomach when you are nervous or excited? Like the one on the night before an important test…or before meeting your crush? Well...yeah…that’s how Charlotte was feeling when she woke up on Monday morning at 4 in the morning.She was anxious because one…she is going to train….like actually train…which she has never done before....The closest she has done to physical training is the mandatory self-defense class she had to take in school and of course the physical education class…but that’s it….and two…the major reason behind her nervousness .. ..Azraiel is going to be the one to train her…The thought of being near him made her nervous and jittery at the same time. She squeezed her eyes shut and let the water from the shower flow on her face. There are just too many embarrassing moments to cry over. She really has developed
Azraiel grinned to himself while walking out of his house. And…Azraiel never grinned. At least, that’s what everyone in his pack believes.Last night, after his chat with Charlotte, Azraiel went to his house, ate his dinner quickly, and then….He waited.He waited for Charlotte to go to sleep.Why?So, that he can shift into his wolf and hide near her cottage…..All night….Yeah….He knew he behaved like a stalker last night but he couldn’t help it. Till now, Charlotte had stayed at the medical wing, where nurses and doctors kept checking in on her every hour or so. Even he circled the wings sometimes at night.But here, she was alone. Of course, she was safe since he was practically just a minute away from her but it didn’t stop him from worrying about her. Also, his wolf was throwing a tantrum because he was yearning fo
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