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,
“Char-Charlotte!” Azraiel calls her name as she steps out of the tub dripping water on the floor. He quickly grabs a towel and wraps it around her. His heart stops as she looks up and grins. She literally drags him to the bedroom. “Charlotte, Are you sure? May-Maybe it’s the pain?” Azraiel asks as she pushes him onto the bed. “Stop!” She frowns and puts her hands on her hips. “Stop pushing me away!” Azraiel senses that he had upset her and sits up. “N-no..” He is cut off mid-sentence. “I know what you are doing,” Charlotte says and sits beside him on the bed. “I know you think I am doing this to relieve myself of the pain but I’m not. Sure, I’m in pain, it hurts like a fucking bitch but I have wanted to complete the mating way before that!” He was about to open his mouth but she stopped him-again. “I am not made of glass! I know you are afraid that you’ll hurt me, but that’s just impossible! You are possibly the only person I trust so blindly, Azraiel.” Her throat clogs up as s
Azraiel and Charlotte didn’t leave their home the whole day. They fucked, slept, and ate, and then did it all over again.It was like all the pent-up sexual frustration of Azraiel and Charlotte was finally let loose and they couldn’t help it. They spent the whole day cocooned in their love bubble, forgetting all the problems for a day.But it was Monday now, and they had no choice but to come out of their love nest.Azraiel unwillingly woke Charlotte up for her training session and made her work extra hard because of her missed sessions in the past few days. After their training session, Azraiel and Charlotte quickly showered together and Azraiel kissed his mate goodbye and left for the office. Charlotte went back to her routine and started preparing for her next session, taking time in between to journal and read the books about the species. Azraiel and Charlotte stayed up late at night talking about her shift and the various possibilities. She also told him about the headaches and w
Charlotte agreed!Charlotte agreed to meet the red-eyed wolves with Azraiel being present there!Azraiel thought she’d want to meet them alone but she agreed without a question, and he was glad.Azraiel was fucking glad that she didn’t fight him on this.He had communicated with the red-eyed wolves and they agreed to meet in the woods outside the pack borders tomorrow, not in Azraiel’s territory and neither in theirs.Azraiel was slightly worried about what he’d find there but he wasn’t going to tell Charlotte that.Theo, Katya and Azraiel have been reading books after books and journals after journals to find something useful. Till now they haven’t found that directly gives them any information about Charlotte’s situation but there have been instances of hybrids all over the centuries. Some of them were scary, some not. There was another thing that came to light.The red-eyed creatures!Azraiel hadn’t heard about them before in his lifetime. But, like Kira’s father’s journal describe
Charlotte spent some time with Kira today and the respect she had for her grew even more. That woman was agile and quick. She was actually glad that Azraiel asked her to train Charlotte. After they trained, they talked about the general matters and Kira narrated a few storied from her training days to boost Charlotte’s confidence and she was grateful. This evening, Charlotte baked a cake and since Kira loved the one she served her after training, so she decided to give her some. Ayleen and Charlotte walked to Kira’s house to give her the cake. It was also Charlotte’s way of making her a friend. Ayleen knocked once and then twice when no one opened the door. The sky turned dark a few minutes ago and Ayleen said that Kira must be home by now. Ayleen frowned when Kira didn’t open the door on the third knock while Charlotte stood there silently. Ayleen moved a step aside and pressed the doorbell. “What’s wrong?” Charlotte asked as Ayleen’s face grew white and tense. “I-She should’ve
Charlotte quickly prepared the food and called Azraiel. He came within minutes and took her to Kira's house. They rode in silence but her mind kept asking questions and she literally had to bite her tongue so that she wouldn't say something that'd upset him. When they reached her house, Theo was sitting on the sofa seeming to be lost in thought and since there was no one else there, she assumed Matt and Ayleen were with Kira. Theo glanced up when he heard them come in. "Hey! Thanks for bringing food!" He smiled sadly at her. "I'm happy to help." She said and carried the containers to the kitchen while Azraiel said, "I'll check on her and come back." Charlotte nodded and started emptying the containers. Theo joined her in the kitchen and started helping her silently. She felt anxious in the kitchen, as if she was somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. As if she is intruding into something that she isn't supposed to know. Nevertheless, keeping her mate in mind, she served food fo
Charlotte sighed as she put her clothes on. It was currently nine in the morning of the day of their meeting with the red eyed wolves. Last night, Azraiel, Matt, Theo and Ayleen stayed at Kira’s while she came back to Azraiel’s home. She wanted to stay there with them but she also felt like she was intruding. So, she swallowed her wish and came back.To be honest, she has been feeling weird ever since Theo told her about Kira’s past. It made her go into an overthinking mode. These people may be different from each other but they are united by one thing.Pain.It’s not like others don’t go through pain, everyone does. But their pain was bound by one event and hence, they were all connected by some invisible thread of agony and understanding.She couldn’t sleep last night. Her mind was going to and fro thinking about Kira and the red eyed creatures and she couldn’t help but wonder how she came here and is still alive.At 5in the morning, Charlotte received a call from Azraiel. Kira was
“Alpha?” Charlotte feels like it is getting really hard to speak up.She looks at Azraiel for a second and he has a worried expression on his face.“How did you know she was your Alpha?” Azraiel asks the question for her.“We sensed it as soon as she entered the woods. It just took us some time to find her since we were far from her.” Nicholas answers as if it is the most obvious answer.“Sensed, how?” Charlotte asks, confused more than ever.Instead of answering, Nicholas looks at Azraiel.Charlotte turns to Azraiel for the answer. “Um- Werewolves are drawn to their leaders. Like the members of our pack can sense it when we are near because our aura is stronger and different than theirs.”Charlotte nods. That explains how they found her, but not….“Why did you drop me off near the Blue Orchid pack?” Charlotte asks the most obvious question.“Our-our head told us to do so,” Nicholas answers looking at the guy on his left.“Head?” Azraiel scoffs. “You just said that you recognize her a
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