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
Charlotte’s head feels like she has been hit with multiple hammers a thousand times over. A sharp, pulsating pain courses through her skull, making her groan softly. Her throat is dry, her limbs feel like lead, and her eyes itch as she struggles to open them.What the hell is going on?Where is she?The last thing she remembers is an angry voice screaming “RAVEN!”, and then… nothing.She puts every bit of strength left in her body into forcing her eyes open. It takes effort, but after a few agonizing seconds, she finally manages to pry them open. The first thing she sees is the vast expanse of tree leaves above her, their thick canopy allowing only thin slivers of sunlight to pierce through. She barely catches a glimpse of the sky in between the dense leaves.Great. More trees. That narrows down the place, she thinks sarcastically.A groan escapes her lips as she tries to sit up. Every movement feels like she is dragging a boulder attached to her body. Her limbs protest, but she pushe
Azraiel leaned back into the sofa, letting out a loud sigh, his frustration is evident in the way his shoulders slumped. Ayleen sat beside him, her small hand lightly clasping his. She knew her touch offered him no real solace, but it brought her a sense of grounding she desperately needed. People often saw her as delicate, a young woman barely stepping into adulthood, sheltered and untainted by the harshness of life. They were wrong. What they didn’t see—what she kept hidden behind her soft smiles and quiet demeanor—was the weight of grief she had carried for years. She had witnessed heartbreak and loss, endured the kind of pain that left invisible scars, and yet here she was, sitting strong and steady beside Azraiel. Her fragile appearance was a mask; beneath it was a will forged by fire, stronger than most in their world. She tightened her grip on his hand slightly, as much for her own reassurance as to remind him she was there—not weak, not afraid, but ready to face whatever came
Charlotte felt like her eyes were glued shut. The weight of her eyelids was unbearable, an invisible force pressing them down. Panic blossomed in her chest, sharp and suffocating, as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. Her breath came in shallow, uneven spurts, and she willed herself to concentrate.“Why the hell can’t I open my eyes?” she thought desperately. Each attempt sent a searing burn through her eyelids. With every ounce of willpower, she took a deep breath, calmed the racing of her heart, and tried again. The ache behind her eyes intensified, but she pushed through. Finally, with what felt like a monumental effort, her eyelids fluttered open, and the world exploded into light.“What’s going on?” The thought was a quiet whisper in her mind, drowned in the overwhelming brightness that engulfed her.She raised a trembling hand to shield her eyes. The light was blinding, its intensity unfamiliar and disorienting. As her vision adjusted, she realized she was standing
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