Elvira
I gasped for air, my throat burning as if I’d been screaming for hours. My wrists ached, the sharp bite of metal digging into my skin. I tried to move, but the clinking of chains told me I was trapped. Where am I? It was dark, cold and suffocating. The air smelled damp, like decay. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I struggled to piece together my last memory. Wolfbane…..I had been sent to Elder Marwen’s hut to retrieve the sacred vial that would seal my mate bond with Alpha Deric of Shadowfang Pack. I remembered the excitement thrumming in my veins, Deric and I had exchanged letters for months, planning this day. My eighteenth birthday. The day I would finally meet my mate. But I never made it back. I clenched my fists, wincing at the sting of cuts and bruises. My body ached, throbbing with pain I couldn’t remember earning. Something wasn’t right, how did i end up here? Suddenly, I heard muffled voices above me. The steady sound of a crowd. A ceremony. My blood ran cold. A pack gathering? But why? I strained to listen, my body frozen in fear. Then, a familiar voice echoed through a microphone, clear and triumphant. Felen, my stepmother. "Tonight, we celebrate the sacred union between Shadowfang Pack and Bloodmoon Pack! A bond sealed by the Moon Goddess herself. Let us welcome Elyra to the stage!" My breath caught in my throat. No. That wasn’t my name. I struggled against the chains, my pulse hammering. Someone else was taking my place. Someone was pretending to be me. "NO!" I tried to scream, but my voice was weak, barely audible. My throat was raw, my body too battered to fight. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold back the panic climbing its way up my chest. How? How did this happen? Tears burned the back of my eyes as another name was called. "Alpha Deric!" A roar of approval followed. The mate bond flared inside me, hot and stinging, only to be replaced by a searing agony that shattered through my soul. My mate was bonding with someone else. The connection was breaking. My body convulsed, my bones aching as if they were about to snap under the weight of betrayal. And still, no one heard me. I bit my lip to keep from screaming, but the pain was unbearable. Every second felt like my soul was being ripped from my body. I wasn’t just forgotten, someone trapped me here to take my place. Twelve Hours Ago….. "Please, can I send Martha instead? The tailor called me earlier for the final fitting," I asked, keeping my voice careful, measured. Felen stilled, then slowly lifted her gaze to me. "Say that again," she murmured. I hesitated. "I’m sorry—I just thought—" Her hand shot out, grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at her. Her nails bit into my skin. "You thought?" she repeated, her voice steel . "And who told you you were even allowed to question me, Elvira?" My pulse pounded. She stepped closer, studying me like I was something beneath her shoe. "You forget your place so easily. Perhaps I should remind you." My body locked up. I knew what reminders meant. "I’ll deliver it," I rushed out, my voice barely audible. She smiled, slow and satisfied, before releasing me with a little shove. "Good, and try not to embarrass the family while you’re at it. I swallowed hard, clutching the package like a shield as I turned to leave, my legs trembling beneath me. Ever since my mother died seventeen years ago, I had become nothing more than a burden, a disgrace, a murderer to my family. I was five when it happened. Too young to understand the consequences of my actions. But old enough to remember the hatred in my father’s eyes when he looked at me afterward. I lost my own father to my recklessness. "Take the wolfbane from Elder Marwen and return immediately," she had ordered. "We don’t have time for your foolishness today." Because, today was my mating ceremony. Despite being treated like an outcast, my marriage to Alpha Deric was inevitable. It had been arranged before I was even born, a strategic alliance between Bloodmoon Pack and Shadowfang Pack. For the first time in years, I had hope. Alpha Deric wasn’t just my fated mate; he was a promise of something more. A new beginning away from here. A life where I wouldn’t be invisible. So, I obeyed. I took the path through the dense forest, heading to Elder Marwen’s small hut on the outskirts of the packlands. I never made it back. Now…. The chains rattled as I shifted, desperate to escape. I had to stop the ceremony before the bond was completely severed. Just then, another voice echoed above me. "Do you, Elyra, accept Alpha Deric as your mate and Luna of Bloodmoon Pack?" I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping not to hear the final words. "I do." Pain slammed into me, a wave so violent I thought my heart had stopped beating. I gasped, choking on nothing. It was over, the mate bond had been severed. My body collapsed against the cold ground, my limbs too weak to fight anymore. Then, footsteps. Someone was coming. I turned my head, vision blurring as a door creaked open. A shadow stood at the entrance of the door, eyes glowing in the darkness. I forced my lips to move, to beg, to scream. But only a whisper escaped. "Help me, please."ElviraThe footsteps continued, then I heard voices, mocking and familiar. They held a torch light, and I was able to make out of their shadows first—two figures standing tall and confident. Then they step in, the light illuminating the environment. I was in the dungeon leading to the forest. Their golden eyes glint with amusement as they look down at me, shackled and broken at their feet. “E-l-v-i-r-a,” Beta Elijah says, stepping closer, his boots stopping just inches from my trembling hands. "You’re a mess, Elvira." I flinch when he crouches, his fingers brushing a strand of damp hair from my face. His touch is light, almost gentle, but it makes my skin crawl. I don’t want them near me. I force down my revulsion, swallowing back the bile rising in my throat. “Beta Elijah… Beta Eric… please…” Eric snorts. "Please?" He tilts his head, feigning curiosity. "Please what? You think we’ll let you go?" I lift my gaze to him, just to see him smiling. I hated the look on his face.
Elvira I felt water, cold, relentless waves crashing over my body. My lungs burn. My limbs are heavy. Every inch of me is screaming in agony. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, half-submerged, my body battered and bruised. The wounds on my side throb painfully, and I can feel the sickening warmth of infection spreading through my skin. My clothes are torn, soaked with water and blood. I force my eyes open. The environment around me is blurred, my head spinning. A thick mist hovers over the riverbank, shrouding everything in eerie silence. Where am I? How am I still alive? I clutch my rib, where the arrow pierced me. The pain is sharp, but I grit my teeth and push myself up. My limbs shake, but I manage to stand. I need to move. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know where to go. But I have to keep moving. I step forward, my bare feet sinking into the damp ground. The forest looms ahead, dark and still. I stagger into it, hoping, praying, that I find a way out of this nightmar
Elvira His presence sucked all the air out of the room. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, his dark cloak brushing against the wooden floor. The moment he stepped closer, the elderly woman beside me, who had been silently watching over me, bowed deeply before stepping out without a word. Wait. Bowed? I blinked, glancing between her retreating figure and the Alpha now pacing the room. Why was she bowing? The air in the room shifted, filled with tension. He moved back and forth, his heavy boots thudding softly against the floor. He didn’t say a word, just kept pacing, his jaw tight, his brows furrowed. I swallowed hard. Was he... thinking of what to do with me? I pressed myself deeper into the bed, my pulse hammering. This man had saved me from the rogues, but why? What if he regretted it? What if he was trying to decide whether to toss me back outside? Every few steps, he’d glance at me, his silver eyes unreadable. Just say something! The suspense was killing me. Th
Elvira I had never felt water this warm before. It soaked into my skin, easing the knots in my muscles, washing away the filth of what felt like months of suffering. My bruise mark stung a little as I scrubbed myself raw, but I didn’t stop until the water ran murky and my skin was clean. Stepping out, I wrapped a towel around myself and walked back into the bedroom. A fresh tunic and trousers were waiting for me. I dressed quickly, my damp hair sticking to the back of my neck, and I turned to the plate of food left on the small wooden table. I hadn’t realized how starving I was until I took the first bite. The flavors were rich, too good. I ate quickly, barely chewing, forcing myself to finish everything. ‘Eat when you can. You never know when the next meal will come.’ I’d learned that rule long ago. By the time I finished, my stomach ached from how fast I’d eaten, and exhaustion settled deep in my bones. I hesitated before moving toward the bed. It was soft, too foreign. I had
Elvira I had never felt water this warm before. It soaked into my skin, easing the knots in my muscles, washing away the filth of what felt like months of suffering. My bruise mark stung a little as I scrubbed myself raw, but I didn’t stop until the water ran murky and my skin was clean. Stepping out, I wrapped a towel around myself and walked back into the bedroom. A fresh tunic and trousers were waiting for me. I dressed quickly, my damp hair sticking to the back of my neck, and I turned to the plate of food left on the small wooden table. I hadn’t realized how starving I was until I took the first bite. The flavors were rich, too good. I ate quickly, barely chewing, forcing myself to finish everything. ‘Eat when you can. You never know when the next meal will come.’ I’d learned that rule long ago. By the time I finished, my stomach ached from how fast I’d eaten, and exhaustion settled deep in my bones. I hesitated before moving toward the bed. It was soft, too foreign. I had
Elvira His presence sucked all the air out of the room. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, his dark cloak brushing against the wooden floor. The moment he stepped closer, the elderly woman beside me, who had been silently watching over me, bowed deeply before stepping out without a word. Wait. Bowed? I blinked, glancing between her retreating figure and the Alpha now pacing the room. Why was she bowing? The air in the room shifted, filled with tension. He moved back and forth, his heavy boots thudding softly against the floor. He didn’t say a word, just kept pacing, his jaw tight, his brows furrowed. I swallowed hard. Was he... thinking of what to do with me? I pressed myself deeper into the bed, my pulse hammering. This man had saved me from the rogues, but why? What if he regretted it? What if he was trying to decide whether to toss me back outside? Every few steps, he’d glance at me, his silver eyes unreadable. Just say something! The suspense was killing me. Th
Elvira I felt water, cold, relentless waves crashing over my body. My lungs burn. My limbs are heavy. Every inch of me is screaming in agony. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, half-submerged, my body battered and bruised. The wounds on my side throb painfully, and I can feel the sickening warmth of infection spreading through my skin. My clothes are torn, soaked with water and blood. I force my eyes open. The environment around me is blurred, my head spinning. A thick mist hovers over the riverbank, shrouding everything in eerie silence. Where am I? How am I still alive? I clutch my rib, where the arrow pierced me. The pain is sharp, but I grit my teeth and push myself up. My limbs shake, but I manage to stand. I need to move. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know where to go. But I have to keep moving. I step forward, my bare feet sinking into the damp ground. The forest looms ahead, dark and still. I stagger into it, hoping, praying, that I find a way out of this nightmar
ElviraThe footsteps continued, then I heard voices, mocking and familiar. They held a torch light, and I was able to make out of their shadows first—two figures standing tall and confident. Then they step in, the light illuminating the environment. I was in the dungeon leading to the forest. Their golden eyes glint with amusement as they look down at me, shackled and broken at their feet. “E-l-v-i-r-a,” Beta Elijah says, stepping closer, his boots stopping just inches from my trembling hands. "You’re a mess, Elvira." I flinch when he crouches, his fingers brushing a strand of damp hair from my face. His touch is light, almost gentle, but it makes my skin crawl. I don’t want them near me. I force down my revulsion, swallowing back the bile rising in my throat. “Beta Elijah… Beta Eric… please…” Eric snorts. "Please?" He tilts his head, feigning curiosity. "Please what? You think we’ll let you go?" I lift my gaze to him, just to see him smiling. I hated the look on his face.
Elvira I gasped for air, my throat burning as if I’d been screaming for hours. My wrists ached, the sharp bite of metal digging into my skin. I tried to move, but the clinking of chains told me I was trapped. Where am I? It was dark, cold and suffocating. The air smelled damp, like decay. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I struggled to piece together my last memory. Wolfbane…..I had been sent to Elder Marwen’s hut to retrieve the sacred vial that would seal my mate bond with Alpha Deric of Shadowfang Pack. I remembered the excitement thrumming in my veins, Deric and I had exchanged letters for months, planning this day. My eighteenth birthday. The day I would finally meet my mate. But I never made it back. I clenched my fists, wincing at the sting of cuts and bruises. My body ached, throbbing with pain I couldn’t remember earning. Something wasn’t right, how did i end up here? Suddenly, I heard muffled voices above me. The steady sound of a crowd. A ceremony. My blo