Azraiel observes Daniel Scott keenly as he sips on his coffee. He has known this man all his life and yet there is so much about him that he doesn’t know. For starters, who is his mate? Does he have a family of his own? How the hell does he knows everything he isn’t supposed to know? Today, he introduced Charlotte to him as his mate and he just said that he already knows. Upon asking the ‘how’ he said that it’s a long story. Right now, Charlotte, Azraiel and Daniel Scott were sitting in his office at the packhouse. He has been talking about useless topics for the past hour, clearly trying to avoid narrating the so-called ‘long story’. Also, the reason for his visit to the pack is still unclear since he hasn’t discussed anything that could be termed as ‘urgent’ which clearly his visit was. “So…Don’t get me wrong. I love that you are here, but you never visit any pack. Why now?” Azraiel asks as he watches him lower his cup on the table. “Why…Can I not visit you? I know I haven’t vis
Charlotte and Azraiel look at each other with a ton of questions in their eyes.A Prophecy!What the hell is going on?“I know what you are thinking.” Daniel’s voice breaks their eye contact.“You had no idea a prophecy like that existed. Well..” He sighs and leans back, “You were really young at that time and we all dismissed it since we never could have imagined you as a Trueblood back then…but now, it all makes sense.”“Are you sure there is no copy of the rest of it?” Charlotte asks.“No…I mean I don’t know. I have searched the records at King’s palace. I have also searched the records at the astrologer’s place but it isn’t there. I wish I could remember what it said but honestly, the astrologer said a lot of things and none of them had come true, so we just didn’t pay any attention to it.”“So….you are here to tell me about the prophecy?” Azraiel asks Daniel. He is grateful for the information but he could have summoned Azraiel for this. Why visit his pack when he has never done
Charlotte feels her stomach drop as Azraiel and her walk towards the woods. They were sitting in Azraiel’s office at the packhouse with Daniel when suddenly Azraiel started gasping.Daniel and Charlotte were shocked to see him in pain. She rushed to him and gave him some water while rubbing his back.“Azraiel..What happened?” Charlotte asked him.“Kira..” He gulped. “I think Josh rejected her.”Charlotte gasped involuntarily.SO much pain!Azraiel stood up, his eyes showing the anger he was feeling. He picked up his phone and called someone. Her best guess was that he was calling Josh.And she was right …“Who the hell do you think you are?” Azraiel shouted in the phone and Daniel quietly went out of the room.“Right…right….You had no right… absolutely NO RIGHT to put her through that pain….that too so all of a sudden. Do you have any idea what she has been through in the past few days?” Azraiel was red in the face, his eyes glaring into space as he walked back and forth, working hims
After what happens at the lake, the whole pack sympathizes with Kira, mourns her loss and theirs. As the crowd disperses, Charlotte and Azraiel make their way to the packhouse. Daniel left the room when Azraiel received Josh’s call. He must have been waiting for them. They enter the office and Azraiel calls Daniel to ask if they can continue their conversation. He answers a yes and agrees to come to the office in five minutes. “I’ve asked Ayleen to not leave Kira alone.” Charlotte says to Azraiel. He nods. “I wish I would have killed Josh when he was here.” Charlotte doesn’t say anything. It is a sensitive topic and she already feels like an outsider in this matter. They sit in silence, both wondering about what happened and what is to come next. Soon, Daniel arrives and takes a seat. “Is Kira alright?” He asks Azraiel. Charlotte almost forgot that Daniel knows them all. “She will be. We’ll make sure of that.” Azraiel answers. Charlotte nods and turns to Azraiel. “Therians…I
Charlotte quietly follows Azraiel as they step out of the car and make their way toward Charlotte’s pack. Everyone is busy with their own work. Nicholas and Jamie are the ones that are waiting for them. “Charlotte.” Nicholas and Jamie bow their head even after she has asked them to not. “How are you guys?” She asks them while smiling. “We are good.” Jamie answers. “Is there any news or new development?” Nicholas comes straight to the point. Azraiel and Charlotte look at each other. Charlotte sighs and starts narrating what happened yesterday, how Daniel Scott came in and gave a piece of very crucial information and left like nothing happened. After she is done, Nicholas and Jamie look petrified as well as confused. “SO, the Head coordinator has been conveying the Head’s messages to us?” Jamie asks again. “Yes.” Azraiel curtly answers. “This is not good. You know this is not good.” Nicholas shakes his head and says to Charlotte. “If we are indeed therians then we have no idea
As Charlotte starts panicking, Theo stands up and comes to her. “Relax! “Relax, Charlotte!” Theo says to her and pats her back though his eyes are stuck on her claws. “Can you stand?” Theo offers her his hand. Breathing heavily through her mouth, she tries to stand up, worried that she has stopped her imagination mid-shift. Her legs wobble as she stands up taking his hand. “Are your legs okay?” “Yeah…I can stand!” Charlotte wiggles her toes to see if the nails have turned into claws too. “Are you okay?” Theo asks quietly. “Yeah.” Charlotte feels a bit shaken up but other than she is fine. “How…How do I get them to be normal?” She asks shakily. “You have to put your mind to it. Just relax, first.” He takes her by arm and drags her to the lake. Charlotte walks by his side quietly, her mind occupied with the image of claws instead of her nails. When they reach the lake, Theo makes her sit on a large block of stone. “Close your eyes.” Theo crouches down and sits by her legs.
Theo awkwardly glances here and there and tries to avoid her piercing gaze.Charlotte was playing a game with him, he knew that. A few minutes after he realized that this girl could indeed be his mate, Charlotte instructed him to accompany Samantha and look at what is needed for their warriors. She could have chosen anyone else but she didn’t. In fact, he is sure that Nicholas has already given one such list to her.Since his Luna asked him to do it, he will. However, he’d be lying if he said he complied solely because of that.The girl with red eyes was the reason behind his compliance...She is walking in front of him, just one step ahead. He can smell her. Her smell is strong and musky.He was expecting her to shout at him, to scream and ask why he didn’t recognize her as a mate. But she didn’t. She kept walking till they were away from the prying ears of others.And then she turned.Theo’s breath got stuck in his throat as his eyes clashed with hers.Red…bright red and yet he coul
Azraiel stares at the table in front of him blankly. He is currently sitting in his office at the pack house waiting for Theo. Charlotte and Theo went to her pack today and it looks like he has finally accepted that Samantha is her mate. This also means that he is ready to talk about the past without biting his head off! A million things cross Azraiel’s mind but he somehow quietens the questions so that he wouldn’t upset Theo. He leans back as he hears the footsteps. A few seconds later Theo knocks on the door twice and then enters. “Sit.” Azraiel says to him. He carefully looks at Theo and notices the change in his demeanor. He seems relaxed, not angry and definitely happy. “What happened?” Theo asks as he sits down. “Nothing.” Azraiel puts his hands on the desk. “Can I not call you to just talk?” “Of course, you can!” Theo says. “But I’d rather talk while walking.” “Come on then.” Azraiel gets up and gestures for Theo to follow. Both of them do not speak until they are out
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