Horrified that she forgot such an important detail, Charlotte immediately picks up her phone and calls Azraiel.
“Are you at the packhouse?” She asks before he could say anything.
“Yeah. What’s wrong?” His voice is laced with worry at the panic he sensed in her voice.
“I want to talk about something. Can I come there?”
“No!” Charlotte is surprised by his answer but she keeps quiet. “I mean I am coming over to the house to pick some papers. Let’s talk at home!” and then he hangs up.
Though he didn’t say anything, she knows he is afraid. Afraid that she’d hurt others and then he’d have to hurt her. The packhouse is filled with women and children at this time and if Charlotte has one of her as she likes to call them ‘episodes’, then she might hurt innocent people.
She knows that the mate bond is the strongest but she also knows that Azraiel is l
Azraiel took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair in his office at the packhouse. It was 6 in the evening and he had promised Charlotte to introduce her properly to his wolf. He was actually looking forward to this particular meeting until an hour ago. Katya woke up an hour ago and the first thing she did was to meet him. The fear in Katya’s eyes was still fresh in his mind. She looked scared to death and when she narrated what happened during her spell, he became scared too. According to Katya, this has never happened to her before and he for a fact knows that she is a strong witch. He has seen her perform many hard spells with ease and the spell she performed came nowhere near the spells she performed while helping him find Ayleen years ago. If there was any doubt left in his mind, it was wiped off the second he heard how Charlotte behaved with the wolf in Katya’s vision during the spell. It was clear that those wolves who
--------------------------------------Would you leave meIf I tell you the truth?Would you love meEven after seeing my demons?Would you stayIf I become vulnerable?--------------------------------------Azraiel was aware of the eyes on them. He knew they’d be here.The creatures with red eyes.It’s like they can’t keep away from Charlotte. He doubted it when these creatures suddenly showed up as soon as Charlotte entered the woods. And then at the same time when Charlotte showed the different beings inside her, and today. It’s like they can sense her or smell her, just like wolves. The way Katya described the interaction between Charlotte and those creatures, it’s evident that there is an emotional connection.Today, when he asked Charlotte if she wants to meet his wolf, he had planned to do it in th
Azraiel played the clip on his laptop for the fifth time. Matt and Katya had come a few minutes ago and handed him the recordings from the cameras he placed at the eastern border. One of the cameras perfectly captured those creatures.But it wasn’t helping them much.The clip started with no one in the scene and stayed like that for a few seconds, but then they appeared. Five wolves, all of the different colors came out of the bushes, their eyes gleaming red. They were standing at the lake, not too exposed but behind some large trees. They kept staring across the lake, not moving, not doing anything, just standing there looking across the lake, presumably at Charlotte.They stayed right there all the time that Azraiel and Charlotte were at the lake. They didn’t try to attack them nor did they call out for more wolves. But a few minutes later, there was a commotion. Two small wolves appeared from behind the bu
Kira absentmindedly chewed on her sandwich. She didn’t get any sleep last night, thinking about the very thing that was going through her mind right now. Charlotte is Alpha Azraiel’s mate. That human girl is Azraiel’s mate. What the hell? Yesterday, when Theo blurted it out in the packhouse, she couldn’t believe her ears. Talk about destiny! Everyone in the werewolf world had long ago accepted that Truebloods would be mateless forever, but now it turns out that they indeed have a mate. It wasn’t the fact that she was Azraiel’s mate that troubled Kira but that she was the last one to know. You know that’s not true. Her wolf said and she ignored her. Does her Alpha not trust her enough to keep her Luna safe? She knows that the situation was complicated wi
Charlotte sighed as she turned in her bed to come face to face with the handsome man. She lifted a finger and slightly traced his face. Yesterday, Azraiel told her about the Royal meeting, the entries that they found from 1971 and the letter he sent to the red eyed creatures. That’s not it…He also told her that the initiation ceremony would now be held on Friday…Which is tomorrow.Azraiel wants her to be a part of the pack before he leaves for the King’s castle. He says it’s for her safety but she feels like it’s more for everyone else’s sake. If she becomes a part of the pack, she would be less likely to hurt the pack members when he is not here to control the situation. As for the mating and marking ceremony, he has been silent. Charlotte understands his hesitation to be honest, but it still doesn’t feel good. Moreover, she trusts him. He’d never do anything to hurt her.Azraiel moves in his sleep and his arm tightens around her waist. With a smile, she snuggles up to him and clos
Charlotte glanced at the approaching figure. It was the time for her session with Matt and she was already feeling drained. Not only the initiation ceremony was stressing her out but the fact that Azraiel won’t be here for two days was also putting a hamper on her mood.“Luna!” Matt bowed his head slightly.“Please, just call me Charlotte.” It was weird hearing it. Luna.“As you wish.” Matt smiled slightly.“How is Katya?” She hasn’t met her yet but Azraiel told her that Katya was now living in a cabin near Matt’s house.“She is better. She is still weak but out of danger.” Maybe it was just her overthinking but she saw his eyes soften at her name.“Great!”“Here, I want you to read these.” Matt handed her the books that he has been carrying. They were about the various supernatural species and the major events in the supernatural world.“You know that you might be a hybrid, right?” Matt asked and looked at her. She nodded in answer and he continued. “We have no idea if your mother wa
Charlotte has no idea how she told them everything she saw but she did. After she calmed down, Azraiel, Ayleen, Matt and her sat down in Azraiel’s living room and she narrated the various versions of her she saw during the meditation. As soon as she finished, they knew what species was she talking about.“You already know that the first one is a wolf,” Azraiel started telling her about the supernaturals. “The second one is Vampire, it’s the only supernatural that has red eyes even in human form and fangs at the same time.” He glanced at Ayleen for a second and then moved his eyes back to her. “The third could be a witch since it’s the most possible one out of the three species that have purple eyes and the fourth sounds like an elf.”“I thought there were only three…” Charlotte’s voice trails as she is unable to finish the sentence, feeling equally frustrated and scared.“Hey! I
Charlotte smoothed down her dress by sliding her palms on the sides even though it really didn’t need any smoothening. She was nervous as hell. It was the day of her initiation ceremony into the pack and she was freaking out. The girl who has been living in the pack as a human is going to be introduced as the pack’s Luna today. She has no idea how they’d react to this news but the books she has read clearly said that the werewolves don’t like humans. Wait! Is she even considered a human now? God, she has no freaking idea! The ceremony is supposed to start at 11:15, a time communicated by the pack astrologer as “the best” for the ceremony. Later tonight, Azraiel is throwing a sort of welcome party for her which is more for an informal introduction to everyone in the pack. She didn’t want a party but he insists that she connects with the people and makes them feel a sense of loyalty for her from within. He didn’t want the pack members to respect and love her just because of the title
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