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.
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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
A successful leader is not one that never fails, but the one who never quits!***********Charlotte gulped as the hall started filling up with people. One after another, families after families entered the hall and within minutes the whole hall was packed with the werewolves of the Blue Orchid pack. She was sitting in the front row so that she could go up the stage when the time comes. To her right side sat Ayleen and Katya telling her that she looked beautiful and she’d be fine. To her left sat, Theo and Matt, bickering amongst each other on something that she had no idea about. They started to bicker through mindlink when their Alpha silenced them with a glare.The only people she had recognized from the rest of the crowd were Dr. Humphrey, a few nurses from the hospital, Remi and a few others from the farms and Robby from the bakery. Oh and Kira, the head warrior. Ayleen introduced them a few minutes ago and she was confused as to why she was meeting such an important person so lat
Once she calmed down after the shock of hearing so many voices in her head, Azraiel sort of ordered everyone to stop bombarding her with the messages through mindlink. She had no idea how to block the mindlink for others and her emotions were all over the place for her to imagine a fucking wall in her mind.Once it became silent in her head, she took the oath to be the Luna of the Blue Orchid Pack and the whole next hour after that was nothing but meeting people and accepting their wishes. Even the old lady who wanted to know the reason for keeping Charlotte in the pack congratulated her and bowed her head in respect. Charlotte was overwhelmed, to say the least.Now, it was around three at the noon and Ayleen and her were lazily sprawled on her bed after changing into their comfortable clothes. The party will start at 7 in the evening and Charlotte has planned to start getting ready at six.“You know” Charlot
Azraiel, Ayleen and Charlotte drove to the packhouse in Azraiel’s car. The party is being held at the packhouse garden. Charlotte smiled as she saw the golden fairy lights hanging down the trees and bushes. It wasn’t much but it was just enough to make it look beautiful for the party. The dinner was set up on one side and on the other was a small platform for dancing. The garden wasn’t full yet but there were a few people out there.Ayleen left them as soon as they reached and Azraiel dragged her to the centre. Slight music was playing in the background and the wind was flowing slowly. Azraiel introduced her to a couple of people and then they just sat down, talking amongst themselves.Soon, the pack members began to come up and before she knew it the garden was packed.“Luna!” She turned towards the voice and saw Matt standing there with a bouquet of flowers.“Matt, Thank you!” She smiled as he handed her the flowers.“Please just call me Charlotte.” Matt hesitantly nodded after glan
Azraiel left the pack early in the morning on Saturday after kissing and hugging her goodbye. Charlotte felt sad as she saw his car drive away but forced herself to not cry. She didn’t have to try for long because then Ayleen woke up and hasn’t left her side since then. After helping her make breakfast, she laid down an elaborate plan for their pack tour today. They’ll leave the house at twelve and go to the mall and clothing stores for shopping. Then by two, they will have their lunch at the new place she has reserved a table at. Then they’ll go to the dessert store that Ayleen wants her to try. After which they’ll go do some more shopping and then Ayleen will show her the library and the bookstores. Well, Ayleen has said a lot more about what they have to do today but Charlotte completely zoned out when she realized that she won’t be able to remember it all in any case.After the breakfast, Charlotte quickly took a shower and did her meditation hoping to see if she could get any mor
Charlotte didn’t let Theo go to the packhouse alone. She instructed Ayleen to close the door and followed Theo outside. The red eyed creatures have sent a letter and there is now way that she is going to let this information reach her the last.“Have you told Azraiel?” Charlotte asks Theo as they walk towards the packhouse.“Uh, No.”Charlotte nods. “Let’s tell him after we find what’s in the letter, okay?”Theo hummed in agreement.Azraiel must be getting ready for the dinner party and she really didn’t want him to leave everything and come here which he definitely would given the uncertain circumstances.Charlotte walked behind Theo as she didn’t remember the route to the office in the packhouse. Azraiel has shown her the packhouse yesterday but there is no way that she could remember it all in just a day.As Theo opened the door and entered, she saw Kira and Matt sitting there staring at the table.“What happened?” Theo asked as he sat down on the empty chair and Charlotte did the
Ayleen tossed in her bed for the nth time. She has been trying to sleep for the past hour but sleep seems to hate her at the moment. If Azraiel was here, she would go to his room and sit on the balcony while he did his work in his room. It has been that way for lord knows how long. Whenever she can’t sleep, she goes to her brother. But now, she needs to be careful to not do that. Though Charlotte treats her like her own sister, it doesn’t mean she’d like Ayleen pestering her mate all the time.Putting the blanket aside, she stands up and makes her way out of the room. After drinking a glass of water, she decides to go out and walk a little.Ayleen smells him before she sees him.“Matt?”He steps out of the shadows.“What are you doing here?” Ayleen asked confused as to why the pack Beta is here.“Uh- don’t get angry and don’t tell Charlotte! Um, Alpha wanted me to guard the house tonight.” He scratches his neck.Ayleen should’ve known.“And there’s absolutely no way that you are going
Azraiel pushes his legs to run faster as he tread through the wild forests of Rysterbia. He was in the Royal library when he received Ayleen's call. The sheer amount of panic he experienced when she told him that Charlotte is in heat was nothing like he has ever experienced before. He left whatever he could obtain from the library with his driver that accompanied him to the King's Castle and decided to run on feet. It'd take him almost 12 hours to reach the pack if he drives. He just hopes that he reaches there on time and Charlotte doesn't have to suffer much. Usually, wolves meet their mates after they shift and hence they go into heat after their shift. But there was never anything usual with Charlotte to begin with. She hasn't shifted yet but she is in heat and the worst thing is that she might not know what's actually happening to her. Her body is craving the touch of her mate and the pain wouldn't subside till it gets it. For wolves the primal animalistic instincts are normal,
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