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
Azraiel discreetly took a deep breath. What the hell is going on? This not only gave him hope that she’d survive after all but scared him to the bone too. He has traveled across the world, met many wolves, watched a lot of shifts…hell he has assisted in a lot of shifts, and yet…he has never seen a wolf making an appearance like this. Sure, sometimes the wolf tries to communicate through emotions and dreams..but speaking clearly? No… He needs to tell her about the possibility or else she’ll worry herself sick over this. Charlotte was looking at the ground, her arms crossed….as if protecting herself from something. “Charlotte…?” He called her name to grab her attention. She abruptly jerked her head up..”Yeah..?” “Don’t panic….okay? Did you read about our wolves in the books I gave you?” She nodded her head in affirmation. “Good…So...you probably already know this..but..let me explain this to you once. Our wolves have voices too..
……………………………Oh, Darling,Don’t be sadDon’t frown and don’t be madHe stays away from youNot because he wants toBut he’s afraidHe’ll lose his heart tooWhen he has already lostHis soul to you!……………………………..Feeling fresh and energetic after her shower, Charlotte quickly went into the kitchen and started making breakfast for herself. She unconsciously started humming a song…. a song that she wasn’t sure even existed.Her mind automatically went to Azraiel again. Today, their skin made contact several times while they were training and it did things to her. Things that invoked feelings…feelings she didn’t want to acknowledg
…………………………“How do you love me after seeing the darkest parts of my soul?”“It wouldn’t be love if I didn’t love you as whole.”…………………………Charlotte leaned back in the sofa and sighed. It was a happy sigh.Although she first had her reservations about Ayleen, she managed to get Charlotte loosen up in a very short time. She really did like her.After telling her everything she could within such a short time, Ayleen promised to give her company after her sessions and left.Charlotte was just waiting for Matt now. He should be here soon, she thought.She lifted herself up and fixed her clothes and hair. She was in high spirits and eager to train more. She was slowly realizing that this wou
…………………………………...............“Do you think we met by chance?”“No, Darling…I know I manifested you.”…………………………………...............Theo was already waiting for Charlotte when she opened the door of her cottage. A smile came on her lips as soon as she saw him.After her session with Matt, Charlotte had prepared lunch for herself and quietly ate it. All the while, she replayed whatever has happened since morning in her head.After she was done with the lunch, she grabbed her diary and started writing whatever she was feeling. She wrote about the voice in her head, about Ayleen, and about whatever Matt had taught her. He taught her a few breathing techniques to calm herself down and be grounded. She was also instructed to practice medit
Completely unaware of the thoughts running in Charlotte’s head, Theo gazed at her with an emotion unknown to him.It was actually a mix of emotions…. Respect…Admiration….and something he didn’t want to name yet….or ever….He shifted his attention when he saw her turning towards him.“You have seen the path we took to reach here. Now, it’s time for a small test.” Theo said walking a step ahead of her and pulling something out of his pocket.“Test?” Charlotte asked with a frown.“Mhm..Don’t worry. This is just so that I can understand how in-tune you are with your senses. Unless I know from where I have to start teaching, I won’t be able to proceed.” Seeing as she nodded at him quietly, Theo started explaining.“From here, we’ll turn around and walk back…but, I’ll tie this blindfold on your eyes. When we can’t see
………………………………………….. Sometimes, I hear your voice And then I look around But you are not here Sometimes, I can feel your touch But I can’t see you around…. Tell me the truth, darling… Do you have me Under your spell… Or am I just In love with you? ………………………………………….. Charlotte closed the door and plopped on the sofa dramatically. She sighed audibly and leaned back while closing her eyes. Her mind wandered to a few minutes ago when she asked Theo if there was anyone else present there. She really believed there was someone else there. Hell…she was about to take a name had Theo not declined anyone’s presence there. Even with a blindfold, she could have sworn that Azraiel was somewhere there. But…Theo wouldn’t lie, right? Of course, he wouldn’t. What would he gain by lying? Opening her eyes, Charlotte sighed again and this time quietly noticed how much she has bee
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