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Mikhail
I stand at the edge of the forest, the scent of pine and earth filling my senses. My blindness sharpens my other senses, making the world around me more vivid in ways most can't comprehend.
Being blind hasn't made me weak. In fact, it's made me stronger, more ruthless. A cruel smirk appears on my face when I recall what happened to those who considered me weak and challenged me. I can still feel the warmth of their blood on my skin as I tore them limb from limb with my bare hands. Those bastards weren't even worthy of fighting against my wolf; even in my human form, they were no match for my strength.
I haven't earned the title of Cruel Blind Alpha for nothing. Killing is my second nature. As the Alpha of the strongest pack in the northern territory, my pack and I are known for being ruthless and fierce.
My father might not have been a loving father, but he was a great mentor. He taught me never to let anyone consider my sightlessness as a weakness.
His methods were harsh, almost cruel, but they prepared me to face this world. He drilled into me the importance of strength and the necessity of being feared and respected.
My mother never liked the way he trained me, but she never said anything because she knew he was doing it for my benefit. She was the only softness in my life, the one who offered comfort after my father's brutal lessons. Her love was a quiet, constant presence, a warmth I rarely allowed myself to acknowledge. But she knew, as I did, that without my father's harsh training, no one would consider me worthy of being Alpha. Without it, I would always be seen as a weak and pathetic excuse for a leader.
My parents died in a rogue attack when I was barely an adult. But I didn't let their deaths go unavenged. I hunted down every last rogue involved and made sure none of them lived to tell the tale.
Clenching my jaws, I shake my head as my wolf howls inside me, being as restless as ever.
Raising my face towards the sky, my useless eyes notice slight brightness, indicating that the moon is shining brightly, and what I am feeling is the effect of the full moon.
I know my pack and my territory with the back of my hand. I don't need eyes to navigate through it.
Returning to the pack house, I directly made my way towards the Alpha quarter.
My eyes make out the blurred outline of the person standing at the door waiting for me as I have ordered.
"Layla." My voice comes out stoic as I acknowledge her.
"Alpha." She purrs in response as she comes and stands directly in front of me.
Extending my hand, I hold her neck and then drag it down towards the middle of her chest and then move my hand lower.
I nod my head in approval as she stands naked, ready to take care of my and my wolf's needs.
"My room, now!" I order and don't wait for her to follow as I make my way towards my room.
As soon as I hear her entering the door and closing the door behind, I push her front against the wall.
"Hands on the wall." I order while removing my clothes, "Don't move." Grabbing her hips harshly, I force her to stand still.
"Take whatever you want from me..." Turning her head slightly, she smiles at me. "Don't hold back. You know I can take it."
A growl ripples through me when I partially shift into my wolf while the room echoes with her painful screams.
CalebThe air around June ripples with a force that has nothing to do with the wind. Even though she remains in her human skin, the raw and unfiltered power of her wolf encases her like a shimmering, invisible armor. It is a heavy, magnetic aura that makes the very oxygen in the yard feel thick. I can see the way the light catches the intensity in her eyes, glowing with a golden, predatory heat. She looks like a goddess of the hunt, standing tall while the beast within her provides the muscle and the terrifying grace required to dismantle these invaders. There is a beautiful, terrifying harmony in the way she occupies the space, her presence expanding until it feels like she is the only thing that matters in this clearing.She moves with a speed that the human eye can barely track. One of the men stands in front of Hayden, trying to act as a shield, but June treats him like a minor inconvenience. She reaches out and grabs his arm with a grip that turns his bones to powder instantly. I
CalebThe growl that vibrates through my chest is not just my own. It is a deep, primal resonance that comes from the very center of my being. My wolf is so close to the surface that the world looks sharper, the edges of the trees and the faces of these masked men standing out in high definition. I feel the bond between June and me pulse like a living vein of gold. It is not just her scent or her physical presence anymore. I can feel the raw, untamed energy of her wolf pressing against the back of her eyes. It is a beautiful, chaotic force that is currently steering her human body.Her wolf is right there, peering through the windows of her soul, and for the first time, I am not just looking at June. I am looking at the predator inside her. The connection is electric. My own wolf reaches out, a mental brush of fur and teeth, acknowledging the wild spirit that is currently ruling her. I can feel her readiness to shatter every bone in her human frame to let the fur and claws break throu
CalebThe final tests have turned the Academy into something bigger than just an internal challenge.It has become a spectacle.Alphas from nearby packs have started arriving since morning, some with their Betas and senior warriors, all here to observe the finals. I get why. Not every Alpha has dealt with rogues, hunters, or threats that move beyond normal pack disputes. Watching these scenarios unfold gives them something valuable. A glimpse into what they might face if things ever go wrong in their own territories.Jake, of course, decides this means I get assigned the welcoming duty.Lucky me.I stand at the border with Alexei, waiting as another group approaches through the tree line. Since they have to cross through Mikhail’s pack territory to reach the Academy, Alexei is here to verify and clear them before they pass.He stands a few feet away, calm as ever, exchanging curt greetings with the arriving Alphas while I keep an eye on the perimeter.But something is wrong.I feel it
JuneI run faster than I ever have, my lungs burning, my heart slamming against my ribs as if it is trying to break free. The world blurs past me, nothing but instinct and urgency guiding my steps. I reach them in seconds, dropping to my knees as I scoop Astrid and Kane into my arms, pulling them tight against me. Their small bodies press into my chest, warm and trusting, and for a fraction of a second, everything else disappears.Then it doesn’t.In the space of a blink, the entire back compound fills with bodies. Masked men. Too many to count at first, but my eyes sharpen, my mind catching up. Fifteen. Maybe more. They move with precision, surrounding us in a tightening circle.And I know.They are not wolves.There is something off about them, something cold and calculated that doesn’t belong to my kind. Humans.My grip tightens instinctively. I press Astrid and Kane closer, angling their faces into me so they cannot see what stands around us. My chin dips, shielding them further. I
JuneToday is the final test, and everything around the Academy feels like a fucking the hunger games.Everywhere I look, people seem different. Faces that usually carry boredom or mild annoyance now look sharp, focused, tense in a way that makes it seem like something much bigger is at stake. Some of them are pacing, running through movements in their heads. Others stand still but their eyes keep shifting, like they are already inside the test, thinking ten steps ahead.No one is on the field yet. No contestants. No instructors setting things up in a rush.Just… anticipation.And honestly, I don’t get the hype.It is not like you are going to die if you lose. No one is walking into something final. You either pass or you don’t. That is it.Simple.Clear.But looking at them, you would think this decides everything.But the way people are acting, you would think their entire lives depend on this one day.I walk along the edge of the training grounds, my hands tucked loosely into the p
JuneThere is so much to take in.So much that should probably feel overwhelming, confusing, maybe even frightening. New words, new meanings, things about myself I did not know existed until now. But none of it unsettles me the way it probably should.This is how I have always lived.One moment at a time.Taking what comes, adjusting, moving forward without trying to control every outcome. Life has never given me the luxury of certainty, so I learned early how to exist without it. And somehow, all of that makes this easier.I do not fight it.I do not question it into pieces.I accept it.Caleb does not let go of my hand as we walk back toward the Academy. His fingers stay wrapped around mine, firm, like my touch is something he needs. Not in a weak way. Not in a way that asks for reassurance.More like something instinctive.Something that just is.I let him.The path is quieter now, the sounds of the forest fading behind us as the lights of the Academy come into view. I glance ahead
AuroraThe way I have felt drawn to Lucas all this time runs through my mind like a quiet rewind. Not physical, not the easy kind anyone can explain with a look or a touch. It is something deeper, something that has been working in the background of every moment we have shared. I think about the wa
LucasThere aren’t any hybrids that I know of, so this is an area I am walking into without a map. I feel it in my chest as a quiet pressure, not panic, not fear, just this constant awareness that I need to understand what is happening to her before it turns into something she cannot put into words
Lucas My wolf starts pacing again. He does it in a tight circle, claws scraping inside me like he is trying to get free. He does not usually get this worked up unless it is about her. Aurora. He feels her in a way I cannot. Sometimes I hate how easily he tunes into her. He reacts to her emotions b
AuroraI hop onto the bonnet of the car, the metal warm under my palms. The sun hits my face, so I lift an arm and let my hand block the light. Ryan stands a few feet away, looking like he belongs in this wild stretch of green even though he was raised in concrete and iron hallways."So, tell me ab







