Lira walked through the moonlit village, her footsteps barely making a sound against the soft earth. The village of Valenwood was beautiful, timeless in a way that made her heart ache. Yet, all the beauty in the world couldn’t ease the weight pressing down on her chest.She had time.But not enough.Six weeks. Six weeks before her twenty-second birthday. The prophecy had made it clear: the wolf would awaken within her, and with it, the bond she shared with Caius would demand to be sealed. Four days after the full moon following her birthday, their bond would either be sealed or broken. She had no choice in the matter. Neither of them did.Lira’s mind raced, a flurry of questions she couldn’t quite answer. What if she wasn’t ready? What if she couldn’t handle the power the bond would bring? What if it overwhelmed her, consumed her, and tore her apart instead of giving her strength?Or worse… what if Caius suffered because of it? What if the bond between them became a chain, not a sourc
Two days passed, Lira could feel the subtle shift in the air. Something was coming.It wasn’t just her, though. The wolves of Valenwood grew more alert, their movements sharper, their patrols tighter. It was as if the very land itself had become restless. The usual hum of life in the village had turned tense, charged with anticipation.Lira couldn’t escape the feeling that everything was leading to something—something that would change everything.Then, one night, it happened.Lira awoke with a start, her body drenched in cold sweat. The room around her was cloaked in darkness, but the air was thick with something unseen, something heavy. It was as if the night itself had taken on a life of its own, swirling with an ominous presence that pressed down on her chest.She lay frozen for a moment, trying to gather her bearings, her breath coming in shallow gasps. There was something wrong. Something… watching.Then, she heard it.A voice."Little Alpha."Her blood turned to ice at the soun
Lira swallowed hard, her throat dry, as the weight of the revelation settled over her like a suffocating fog. "It was him," she whispered, barely able to get the words out. "Malakar. He spoke to me."The room went still. The silence hung heavy, each person in the room processing the implications of what she had just said.Tobias and Dain, who had rushed in at the sound of her distress, exchanged a look. It was one Lira had seen before—the kind that signified something was terribly wrong."How?" Tobias demanded, his voice sharp with concern. "How did he reach you inside Valenwood?"Caius, who had been kneeling beside her, his presence a comforting weight, stiffened. His jaw tightened as his gaze darkened. "You said Valenwood was protected. How could he breach that?"Dain, ever the strategist, nodded grimly, his arms folded across his chest. "It is protected," he confirmed, his tone heavy with disbelief. "There's no way Malakar should be able to reach her—not without—"He stopped abruptl
The night stretched on, heavy with the weight of uncertainty. Valenwood was on edge, its warriors moving like shadows through the trees, searching for any trace of hidden crystals or other dark artifacts. The pack was restless, every member feeling the tension in the air, but none of them were certain who or what to trust.Lira sat at the grand table in the heart of the stronghold, surrounded by the familiar faces of those she trusted most. Tobias and Dain stood near the entrance, their voices low and urgent as they discussed their next steps. Caius sat beside her, his presence a steadying force, though his usual calm had been replaced by an edge of unease. His fingers absently tapped against the surface of the table, the rhythm betraying the tension inside him.The traitor—Lucien, or whoever else had worked with Malakar—had not yet been found, but the certainty that one of them was feeding information to the Dark Lord gnawed at Lira's mind. It was only a matter of time before they we
The sky was an endless black canvas, with only the full moon piercing through the clouds. A chill ran through the air as the warriors of Valenwood formed a protective circle around the clearing, their eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger.Lira stood at the center of a ritualistic symbol etched into the ground with silver and herbs. Morgana paced around her, murmuring in a language older than time itself, her voice a low hum that reverberated through the air. The witch's violet eyes glowed faintly, her hands moving in intricate patterns, drawing the threads of magic together."This will not be easy," Morgana warned, her voice edged with both caution and determination. "The bond has only just begun to form, but Malakar is not a force that lets go easily. He will fight back with everything he has."Lira clenched her fists, her body trembling with both fear and resolve. She couldn't let Malakar have control. Not when everything—her life, her future—was at stake. "I don’t care
The moment the howl rang through the air, every warrior in Valenwood tensed. Swords were drawn, and the once-calm clearing turned into a battlefield waiting to ignite.Tobias’s sharp voice cut through the tension. "Positions! Defend the stronghold!"Dain snarled, his gaze scanning the trees. "They didn’t waste time, did they?"Lira struggled to stand, her body still weak from the severing ritual. Caius helped her up, his grip firm.Thoren turned to Morgana. "How did they find us so quickly?"Morgana’s expression was grim. "Lucien. The crystal wasn’t just a message—it was a beacon. Malakar now knows exactly where we are."Then—the forest erupted.Dark shapes surged from the forest’s edge, their eyes gleaming with unnatural hunger. Malakar’s wolves. They were no longer the majestic, noble beasts that had once roamed the lands of Valenwood. These creatures were twisted, corrupted by his dark influence, their bodies contorted and grotesque. Some were barely recognizable as wolves, their f
The flames in Lira’s hands flickered, their blue glow casting eerie shadows across her face. She stared at them in disbelief, unable to comprehend what was happening. It was as if the fire had a mind of its own, a power that surged from deep within her.Caius grabbed her wrist. "Lira, how are you doing this?""I—I don’t know," she stammered. "It just happened."Morgana took a step closer, eyes narrowing. "Her wolf is still dormant, but her other gifts... they’re beginning to manifest."Before Lira could respond, the ground shook with the sound of rapid, heavy footfalls. A massive black wolf—its eyes glowing an unnatural green—lunged at her from the shadows. The creature was terrifying, its fangs bared, its claws extended like daggers.Instinct took over.Lira didn’t think. She didn’t hesitate. The flames that had been dancing on her hands surged, twisting and expanding into a wall of fire that sent the monstrous wolf howling in pain. The heat was intense, almost unbearable, but Lira c
The air was thick with tension as Lucien stood before them, his expression one of dark amusement. His black armor gleamed under the moonlight, his golden eyes locked onto Lira with an intensity that made her wolf stir restlessly, despite still being dormant."I’ve waited so long to see you up close, Lira," he murmured, his voice smooth, almost too casual.Caius immediately moved in front of her, his body rigid with barely restrained aggression. "You won’t touch her."Lucien chuckled. "Oh, I don’t need to. She’ll come to me in time."Lira’s heart pounded in her chest, her wolf stirring restlessly inside her. She could feel its presence, like a dormant ember ready to ignite. Her hands clenched at her sides, trying to suppress the urge to fight, to flee. But Lucien’s voice was like a whispering thread, pulling at the very fabric of her will.His gaze flickered past Lira, and for a moment, Lira felt a shift in the air, a heavy presence she couldn’t quite place. Lucien’s lips curled into a
CAIUSI stood near the edge of the dining hall, leaning slightly against one of the carved wooden beams, my arms folded across my chest. Around me, the low hum of conversation continued—tearful reunions, long-overdue laughter, names spoken with awe and reverence. But I only had eyes for her.Lira.She was glowing in a way I hadn’t seen before. There was a joy on her face so radiant, so fiercely pure, that even Fenrir stirred inside me, watching her through my eyes with silentreverence. I felt it—the happiness that surged through her like warm spring water after a long frost. A daughter was finally reunited with her mother. A family mended after years of silence and pain.And yet, underneath that joy, I felt her sorrow too. A quiet grief pulsed in her chest, one that clung to the edges of her smile. Her heart ached for Deanna, for Elowen, for the twenty years robbed from them. Lira’s empathy ran so deep that it swallowed everything. The walls of her heart had never been built to keep
LIRAThe dining room had never felt so full.Laughter mixed with the sound of soft weeping as arms reached across the table, pulling loved ones close after years of separation. My mother, Seraphina, hadn’t let go of my hand since I entered the room, and I didn’t mind. I didn’t think I ever would. Sixteen years. She had been gone for sixteen years, and yet the warmth in her embrace was as familiar as it had always been in my dreams.But she wasn’t the only one who had returned.Dain—her loyal Beta, our protector in Valenwood—stood at the other end of the table, tears slipping silently down his weathered cheeks. In his arms was a young woman, probably the same age as me, teary eyes—his daughter, Elowen. Beside them stood Deanna, Dain’s sister, holding them both as if letting go would break her all over again.They were real. Here.Alive.“Where… where have you been?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn’t stop staring at my mom. She looked older than I remembered—there wer
TOBIASThe atmosphere in Grimhowl was tense, a constant hum of alertness. After the news of strange occurrences in the surrounding lands, security had been heightened. Every patrol, every guard, every shadow in the forest was now something to watch closely. The last thing we needed was an unexpected threat.Dain had volunteered to patrol the northeastern gate. I trusted him with my life, but I still felt the need to check in, especially now. I found him standing by the entrance, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, his posture that of a seasoned warrior ready for anything."You good?" I asked as I approached him, stepping into his line of sight.He turned, giving me a nod. "I’m good. Nothing to report yet. But we both know that can change in an instant.""You need anything? Extra reinforcements? Supplies?" I offered, glancing at his weapons and the space around him.Dain shook his head. "I’m fine for now. Just keeping watch. We need to be prepared, but we’re not going to let our
SERAPHINASixteen years.It felt surreal, standing here now, breathing in the air of freedom after so many years spent behind cold, stone walls. I could hardly believe it. The chains, the darkness, the suffocating loneliness—those memories seemed so distant now, as if they belonged to someone else. But they didn’t. I had lived it, endured it, and now, I was free.I took a deep breath, letting the scent of fresh earth and the cool breeze that swept through the trees fill my lungs. The prison walls, those oppressive structures that had confined me, felt like a lifetime away. I had no idea what awaited me in Grimhowl, but right now, none of that mattered.What mattered was Tobias. My Tobias. And my baby, Lira. She was just five years old when I had been taken, and I had missed everything—her first steps, her first words, her growth. I had missed her entire childhood. I had no idea what she was like now. Was she still my sweet little girl? Or had she changed into someone unrecognizable, h
CELESTEThe moment Lucien spoke the words that I had hoped for, the words that cracked open the door to the man I had loved, I didn’t hesitate. Time was of the essence. I could feel the shift in the air, a subtle stirring of hope rising amidst the darkness that still clung to him. But that hope needed action.Without a word, I turned on my heels, determined to act swiftly. Lucien didn’t want to come with me—he couldn’t face the guilt, the shame of facing his sister, of confronting the wrongs he had committed. I understood that. But the weight of his past wasn’t something he could simply bury. He had to confront it, even if it was just a small part of it. But for now, I couldn’t wait for him to find the courage. I had to do this for him, for us.I made my way to the prison with purpose, my mind racing as I prepared for the task ahead. The walls felt suffocating as I neared the cold, damp cells. I had seen too much suffering here, too much darkness. The air was thick with the remnants o
CELESTEThe weight of the moment settled heavily around me. I could feel the deep ache in Lucien's voice, the rawness in his words. But I also felt something else—a flicker of hope, a spark of the man I had fallen in love with all those years ago.I had always known that the darkness had not completely consumed him. There were flashes of the Lucien I had known—the protector, the fierce leader, the one who had once cared for his pack as much as he cared for me. But somewhere along the way, that man had been buried beneath the shadows, the ambition, the anger. And yet, in this vulnerable moment, it felt like I could almost touch him again.I had hoped for this. I had believed in this. But now that it was real, now that I could feel the faint glimmer of the Lucien I had once known, I had to act quickly. The darkness was still lingering, gnawing at him, waiting for a moment to pull him back in. And that moment was coming soon, especially with Malakar’s influence slowly creeping into every
LUCIENThe black crystal pulsed softly, its shadowed depths revealing fragments of voices and stories I had no business hearing. But I listened anyway, because the truth, no matter how twisted, was all that mattered now.I could hear Morgana’s voice, her words reverberating in my head as she spoke of Malakar’s daughter and the blood that ran through Caius. The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning—Caius was the vessel. He was the one that carried the dark magic, the legacy of Malakar.It made sense. It explained the strange stirrings within me, the shadows that followed me like a distant storm, threatening to engulf everything I touched. I had always known there was something inside me, something dark and ancient. But I had never understood what it was, or how to control it.If Caius was the vessel of Malakar, then… perhaps there was a way to fix this. If Caius could be cleansed, maybe the same could be done for me. But how? How could I rid myself of the darkness that was growin
CAUIS“All this time… I was the endgame.”I didn’t know how long the silence lasted after I said it. Maybe seconds. Maybe years. My voice echoed in my head, hollow and damning, like it belonged to someone else.I stared at the floor, hands clenched at my sides, my chest rising and falling too fast. My lungs couldn’t seem to hold enough air. Because now I knew.The shadow that moved when I marked Lira.The whispers I tried to ignore.The coldness that clung to my bones like frost…It was never outside of me.It was me.Or at least a part of me. A part I never asked for.“Malakar…” I whispered, the name burning my tongue like poison. “He’s been inside me this whole time.”Morgana stepped forward. Her eyes—gods, they were endless. Deep wells of sorrow and fury and love. She looked at me like she was seeing more than just a young Alpha.“When I met you,” she said softly, “I felt something. A pull. A bond.” She placed a hand over her heart. “I thought it was because of Xander… that maybe y
ALDRICMorgana’s words hit like a tempest—each syllable peeling back the layers of silence I’d carried for two centuries.Sacrifice. Heart. Xander. Mina.I stood motionless, her voice fading into the thundering in my ears as something deep inside me stirred. A flicker of something I hadn’t felt in ages. A memory long buried… by magic.Then it cracked—like ice under pressure—and the dam broke.It came rushing in.A face. A sound. The coppery scent of blood.And a child screaming.I staggered back a step, gripping the edge of the table.“I… I remember something,” I rasped. “Gods—how could I have forgotten this?”Morgana looked up, startled. Her tear-streaked face locked onto mine, and I could feel the hope—and the terror—rising in her chest.“What do you mean?” she whispered.“I followed him,” I said, breathless. “That night. I followed Xander… into the basement.”Her brows knitted. “You what?”“I don’t know why,” I continued, piecing it together, “Maybe I was suspicious. Or maybe somet