Lira Fenwick has spent her life hidden away in the Duskborne Pack, protected by her overbearing father and kept in the dark about her true origins. Born under a rare lunar eclipse, whispers of her birth carry an ancient prophecy—one her father has kept buried. The pack members are protective, yet distant, leaving Lira to feel like an outsider in her own home. When the Grimhowl Pack, the largest and most powerful in the country, attacks Duskborne, Lira is captured and brought to the northern territories. There, Alpha Caius Vexmoor reveals a shocking truth: Lira is his destined mate, a bond that could either unite their warring packs or destroy them both. But Lira’s powers, long dormant and unknown, are tied to an ancient prophecy—one that a hidden enemy seeks to unleash. As Lira grapples with the weight of her newfound destiny, she must decide whether to embrace her fate or risk everything to protect the ones she loves. But the deeper she digs, the more she realizes that the truth may be more dangerous than anyone ever imagined. And the shadows are closing in.
Voir plusMORGANAThe past clung to me like the scent of old spell smoke. I didn’t need to close my eyes to see it—the memory surged forward, vivid and raw, as if time itself folded and brought me back two centuries.Two hundred years ago, the Grimhowl Pack mansion was the heart of a thriving, unbreakable community. Nestled in the cradle of the forest, it stood proud and regal, its stone walls covered in flowering ivy and thick vines that shimmered in the morning dew. Tall arched windows caught every sliver of light, casting gold across the polished floors. The scent of pine and wild jasmine drifted in through open balconies. It wasn’t just a mansion. It was a home—a living, breathing sanctuary of pack unity, echoing with laughter, footsteps, and the howls of celebration.Xander Vexmoor, younger brother to Alpha Lance Vexmoor, and I lived in a cozy side wing of the estate. While Lance oversaw the affairs of the pack, Xander dedicated himself to study, exploration, and eventually, me. We were yo
MORGANAThe room grew quiet after the others left, their footsteps fading into the distance like echoes of a life I could never return to.Only three remained—Caius, Lira, and Aldric—and though their eyes were patient, I could feel the weight of the storm I was about to release. My fingers curled into my robe. I had buried this truth so deep that even I began to believe the lie we created. But lies rot beneath the surface, and now… it was time.“There’s something else,” I said softly, turning toward the hearth though I no longer felt its warmth. “Something only a few souls in this world have ever known.”Caius straightened in his chair, his gaze steady. Lira didn’t speak, but I could sense her heart beating faster—an instinctive tension. And Aldric… Aldric was already frowning, as if he’d sensed the ghosts creeping in.I drew a slow breath and let the memories unfold.“The one dearest to me that Malakar killed… wasn’t just a friend. Wasn’t a sister. She was my daughter.”The room stil
LIRAThe silence after Morgana’s story was suffocating. I could feel the heaviness of everyone’s thoughts pressing into the air like a storm that hadn’t yet broken. No one moved. No one breathed too loudly. We were all trying to piece together a puzzle we didn’t even know existed until tonight.But something didn’t sit right.I studied Morgana closely. She looked drained, pale, her shoulders hunched forward like she carried the weight of centuries. But her eyes… they darted—first to Caius, then to Elder Aldric. And I saw it then. The unspoken words. The way her mouth tightened just slightly, the way Aldric avoided looking at anyone.There was more.“There’s something else,” I said, breaking the silence.Everyone turned toward me.Morgana’s head lifted slightly, eyes narrowing.“You’re still holding back,” I pressed, standing. “I can feel it. And if we want to stop Malakar this time, we can’t afford secrets. Whatever you’re not telling us… we need to know it. All of it.”Morgana’s lips
MORGANAThe silence in the war room was suffocating. All eyes were on me—some filled with confusion, others with suspicion or dread. Tobias’s gaze, in particular, pierced through me, demanding answers I had kept hidden for far too long.I had carried this secret for two centuries, buried beneath layers of guilt, loss, and fear. But it was time. They deserved the truth.I drew in a breath and stepped forward, facing the council, Caius, Tobias, and the others with the calm of someone who had already lived through the worst.“Two hundred years ago,” I began, my voice steady but distant, “I was mated to a man named Xander Vexmoor.”Gasps echoed in the chamber, but it was Caius’s face I watched most closely. His eyes narrowed, confusion crossing his features.“Vexmoor?” he repeated. “My grandfather mentioned that name once. He had an uncle—Xander—who vanished. Presumed dead.”I gave him a solemn nod. “That’s him. Your great uncle. He didn’t die… not exactly.”The weight of the past pressed
TOBIASI couldn’t shake the feeling that something was lurking beneath the surface, something I wasn’t seeing yet. The conversation I’d overheard between Morgana and Elder Aldric had plagued my mind for days. Their words echoed in my thoughts, replaying over and over. It felt like a warning—one I couldn’t ignore. But for all my suspicions, nothing concrete had emerged. The days had passed uneventfully, with no new signs or unsettling behavior from either Morgana or Aldric.I kept my distance, observing them more closely, my senses on high alert, but nothing felt out of place. Morgana carried on with her work, attending to the magical barriers and spells that protected the pack. Elder Aldric continued his duties, offering counsel as he always had. There were no slip-ups, no strange behavior. They seemed as normal as they ever were, and yet, the unease in my chest refused to fade.The tension between us lingered, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was chasing shadows. Maybe it was just
TOBIASThe scent of pine and fresh earth filled the morning air as I walked the worn path toward the Valenwood Pack House. Birds chirped in the trees, and the wind rustled softly through the leaves—but none of it settled the weight pressing down on my chest.Preparations were going well. Our warriors were training harder than ever, our scouts remained vigilant, and the alliance between Grimhowl and Valenwood had never been stronger. Yet… something didn’t feel right.I couldn't shake the gnawing sensation in my gut, the whisper of something just beyond my reach. Call it instinct. Call it age. But I’d led long enough to know—peace before war always felt wrong.I tightened my grip on the leather scroll in my hand, containing the final defensive formations we planned to implement before the full moon. Lira and Caius’s bond had given the wolves a renewed purpose, a spark of hope. But hope without caution was dangerous.I was nearing the side garden near the eastern wing of the Pack House w
CELESTEThe moment Lucien’s fingers left my shoulder and we stepped back into the shadows, the mask I wore crumbled. Not the physical one—I still bore the cold, unreadable expression I’d learned to maintain—but the one inside. The one that tried to convince me I could live with this. With him. With betrayal.But I wasn’t here to serve Lucien.I was here to save him… or at least, what was left of him.And to uncover everything I could before it was too late.I slipped into the winding halls of the old stone fortress Lucien now called home. A corrupted stronghold deep within the Blackvale Mountains, where twisted magic lingered in the very air. The walls whispered secrets at night—literally. Sometimes I could hear the moans of spirits, and sometimes… screams.The scent of blood and dark magic clung to the stones like rot.But I kept moving.‘You shouldn’t have come back with him,’ my wolf grumbled from within me, her voice a growl in my mind. Her name, Bialyx, had come to me during one
CELESTEI never intended for it to go this far.When I first reunited with Lucien, I thought fate was giving me a second chance at something I didn’t know I wanted—a mate. The bond, undeniable and powerful, wrapped around my heart like ivy around a tree, slow and steady until it was too tight to break free. I tried to deny it. Goddess knows, I did.Lucien was dangerous. I knew what he did. I knew what he became. But I also knew who he was before the darkness took hold of him. I had seen glimpses of that man in the quiet moments—when he looked at me with regret in his eyes, when he touched my hand as though he didn’t deserve to. That man still existed… somewhere deep within him.At least, that’s what I told myself.I didn’t know about the black crystal. I swear it. When I agreed to spy on Valenwood on Lucien’s behalf, I thought I was doing it to protect my people. To keep the remaining members of the pack alive. To make sure that if Lucien ever did go too far, I’d be there to stop him.
LUCIENValenwood.For years, it had been a ghost of a memory, a place buried beneath layers of magic and secrecy. A sanctuary hidden from the world, impenetrable to those who did not know its paths. But I knew them. Every trail, every clearing, every hidden passageway that the elders thought would keep their precious haven safe.They underestimated me.Even now, as the protective enchantments wove their illusions to obscure the pack’s presence, I walked through the forest with certainty. The scent of the land, the familiar rustling of the trees—it all remained the same. The magic tried to confuse, to shift the terrain and lead me astray, but I was Valenwood’s son once. It could not deceive me.And I had a reason to return.Celeste.Her name alone brought an ache to my chest, a reminder of something I had lost long before I even realized it was mine to claim. My mate. The one destined to stand by my side, to tether my soul in a way no other ever could. And I had left her.When I first
LIRA The moon looked wrong tonight. It hung lower than usual, cloaked in shadows, tinged with a dull red that bled into the dark sky. The air felt heavy, like the whole forest was holding its breath. I stood alone in the clearing, arms wrapped around myself, listening to the silence that pressed in from all sides. Something wasn’t right. Not with the moon. Not with me. I had no words for it, just a gnawing feeling under my skin—like a thousand tiny sparks waiting to ignite. “Lira!” I turned at the sound of my name. Kora’s voice cut through the quiet, loud and urgent. She pushed through the tall grass, face flushed, golden eyes scanning until they landed on me. “There you are,” she exhaled, brushing wild strands of hair from her face. “You’re not supposed to be out here.” “I needed air,” I said, not bothering to lie. “Too many eyes back there.” She frowned, stepping beside me and glancing at the sky. “You see it too, don’t you?” I nodded. “The moon looks... off.” “It’s not ...
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