She swallowed, following Cain through the gate. “Is this really just about the marriage alliance? Or is there something else?”
Cain didn’t look at her, his voice gruff. “You think you’re special? This is about survival. The pack needs to secure its future, and you’re nothing but the key. Nothing more, nothing less.... And for the question you asked, the council will answer to that” Irwin clenched her fists at her sides. “Doesn’t it bother you? Like Marrying someone off like this--- just for power?” Irwin Stuttered. Cain's laughter was cold, humorless. “Bother me? Why would it? That’s the way of the world, Lady Irwin. Power comes before everything. Even love.” Cain hissed. They walked in silence for a while, the dark compound looming ahead of them. The massive stone walls of the Shadowclaw fortress seemed to press in on her, suffocating. She could feel eyes on her. Packs of wolves in the shadows, watching and judging. “Do they all hate me, that much?” Irwin asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Cain's reply came without hesitation. “Yes and what were you thinking before.” The bluntness of it stung more than she expected. “ Is it Because I’m a hybrid?” “That, and because you’re an outsider too,” Cain said, his eyes scanning the path ahead. “You don’t belong here. And You will never belong here.” Irwin swallowed hard. “And you? Do you think I belong here?” Cain stopped walking, turning to face her. His eyes were so cold, and unreadable. “You must be joking to ask me such question..... Just know that You’re here, and that’s all there is to it, lady. But if you think you’re going to fit in....” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper and in disgust. “....you’re fooling yourself.” Irwin felt bad on the response Cain gave her. This is rude! Immediately, They reached the entrance to the council hall, where the pack’s most powerful wolves waited inside patiently. Irwin's stomach whirled in discomfort and twisted into knots too.Cain shoved the door open, the heavy wood groaning as it swung inward.
Inside are where five figures sat in a semi-circle around a large wooden table.Their eyes all turned to Irwin, very assessing and calculating. The council, The true power behind the Shadowclaw pack.
The woman at the center, Lady Gwen, was the first to speak. “You’re the said one who’s going to marry into our pack?” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. Irwin forced herself to meet Gwen’s gaze. “Yes, I am.” Gwen tilted her head slightly. “And why do you think you were the chosen one, hybrid?” The question hung in the air, and heavy with judgment. Irwin’s pulse quickened, with her heart racing, but she refused to let her fear show. “I don’t know” she replied. “Maybe you can tell me please?” Gwen’s lips twisted into a cold smile. “ That was Bold. I suppose that’s a start.” She glanced at the others seated around her. “But boldness won’t be enough to survive here, lady.”“Is survival the only thing that matters to you?” Irwin shot back but in a calm voice.
Gwen raised an eyebrow. “In this world, Lady Yes.” Gwen cursed under her breath " A hybrid with lot's of nerves" rolled her eyes away.
And Another elder, a man with graying hair and a scar that ran down his face, leaned forward. “Do you think you can survive among us, girl?”
“I’ve survived worse,” Irwin replied, her voice steady.
The man chuckled darkly. “Is that right? What makes you think you can handle the pack’s politics? You’ve lived on the outside your whole life, lady Irwin.”
“And That’s exactly why I can handle it,” Irwin answered. “I know what it felt like to be rejected so many times, to fight for every inch of respect. And I’ve been doing it my entire life.”
The council exchanged glances. Irwin could feel their scrutiny, their skepticism. But there was something else there. The Curiosity.
Cain stood silently at Irwin's side, his arms crossed over his broad chest, watching the exchange Irwin was having with the council. Irwin could sense he was waiting for something. A signal, maybe. Or an order.
“What about loyalty?” Gwen asked suddenly. “Do you understand what loyalty means, hybrid? Or do you think you can betray us the moment it benefits you?”
Irwin stiffened at the accusation. “I understand loyalty. I don’t have anyone else to be loyal to.”
Gwen’s eyes narrowed. “No one else? What about the human side of you? Do you think they’ll just disappear?”
“They already have,” Irwin answered quietly but with a straight face.
The room fell silent. The tension palpable. Irwin knew she was being tested. Every word, every movement was being scrutinized. And one wrong step could mean her downfall.
As the conversation continued, Irwin began to notice the subtle glances exchanged between the council members and the unspoken words that passed between them. Something was definitely going on here. Something she wasn’t being told.
“Why do I feel like there’s something more to this?” she asked, her voice low but firm. “Why does it feel like I’m being tested for something beyond just a marriage?”
Cain shifted beside her, but the council remained silent.
Gwen smiled, but it was a cold, calculating smile. “You’re perceptive. And That’s good. You’ll need that skill if you want to survive here.”
Irwin’s heart raced. “Survive what, exactly please?”
The scarred elder leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with something that looked almost like amusement. “You really think this is just about a marriage alliance ,hybrid?”
Irwin felt a chill run down her spine. “Isn’t it?”
Gwen shook her head. “The marriage is only part of it. The real question is… what else are you willing to do for this pack? What else?”
Irwin’s mouth went dry. “What else is there?”
Gwen’s smile widened. “That’s something you’ll learn soon enough. But let’s just say… loyalty will be tested. And not just to the Alpha.”
Irwin glanced at Cain, tears wanting to flow down her cheeks but she couldn't let that out. Cain remained stone faced, giving nothing away. “What aren’t you shadowclaw pack telling me?”
“ lady we have nothing to talk about” Cain muttered under his breath.
“What happens if I fail your tests?” Irwin asked finally, her voice edged with frustration.
Gwen’s gaze turned cold. “Then you’ll die, hybrid. And I can't wait enough to do it by myself”
The words sent a shiver down Irwin’s spine. She glanced again at Cain, who still said nothing, his face unreadable.
“What about you?” Irwin asked, her eyes fixed on him. “Why are you here? Just to make sure I don’t run?”
Cain’s eyes flicked to hers, and for a moment, something flickered there, something she couldn’t place. But then it was gone, replaced by the cold, hard exterior he always wore.
“I’m here to make sure you live long enough to fulfill your purpose,” he said finally.
Irwin’s pulse quickened. “And what exactly is that purpose?”
Cain didn’t answer. Instead, he turned and walked toward the door, leaving Irwin standing alone in the center of the council’s scrutiny.
“ What Is really happening?” She thoughts within herself.
“Move along,” barked the guard behind her. She was a little bit frightened off because she thought the council are never done with her. The guards voice was sharp, his nudge just as harsh. Irwin stumbled forward, catching her footing as they passed through the towering iron gates of the Shadowclaw stronghold. Her heart raced, each beat heavy with dread. She knew she was walking straight into the den of wolves. The eyes of the pack members followed her every step, glaring, and unwelcoming. She could feel their disdain burning into her." The hybrid", they whispered. "The outsider. ""The one chosen to marry Alpha Dorian." The whispers continues.They moved deeper into the stronghold, the path winding toward the main hall. The stone walls loomed high above her, casting long shadows that seemed to close in on her. She could feel the weight of it all. The stares. The whispers again continued. The sheer hostility. “Is that her?”“I don’t like this one bit.”“She’ll bring trouble.”Irwi
The sharp knock on the door startled Irwin from her fitful sleep. She blinked against the early morning light filtering through the small window, her heart thudding in her chest. Her mind had been consumed by the thoughts of the impending ceremony all night. The uncertainty. The fear. It all swirled in her head like a storm she couldn’t escape.“Lady Irwin,” a deep voice called from outside the door. “It’s time.”The words hit her like a punch to the gut. "It’s time." The ceremony. The binding. The event that would tie her fate to Dorian, the man who barely spared her a glance, and the pack that already resented her presence.Irwin sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. She could feel the weight of everything pressing down on her. There was no avoiding it now. She had no choice.The door creaked open, and two guards stepped inside, their faces as impassive as ever. Behind them, two servants entered, bowing slightly before speaking."Lady Irwin, we’re here to help you prepare," one of the se
Irwin gasped softly, her whole body jolting as a surge of energy shot through her. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively tightened her grip on his hand. It was like a wildfire spreading through her veins, intense and overwhelming.Dorian’s eyes widened too, just for a moment, but he quickly masked his surprise. His grip on her hand remained firm, but his expression didn’t change.He felt it too, Irwin realized. There was no denying it."What... what was that?" she whispered, her voice shaking." You better, Stay calm," Dorian muttered through gritted teeth, his voice low enough that only she could hear."I can’t," she whispered back, her heart racing. "You felt it too, didn’t you?"Dorian’s grip tightened slightly, as he rolled his eyes away from her. "Don’t make a scene, Irwin."Irwin’s head spun. She had so many questions, so many things she wanted to demand answers to, but now wasn’t the time. She could feel the eyes of the pack on them, watching, and judging. Dorian was right, s
The guards entered then, formal and stiff as they addressed Dorian. “Alpha, shall we escort Lady Irwin now?”Dorian didn’t even glance her way. “Yes. Take her to my chambers.”The guards moved toward Irwin, but she stepped back, her voice rising in protest. “I can walk on my own.”One of the guards, a younger man with kind eyes, hesitated before nodding. “As you wish, Lady Irwin.”Dorian turned away from her, dismissing her like she was nothing more than an afterthought. “Make sure she stays there,” he commanded once more.Irwin’s blood boiled. "How dare he treat me like this?"As she followed the guards out of the hall, she shot one last look at Dorian. “You may not care about this now, but one day, you’ll regret it.”Dorian didn’t respond. He kept his back to her, his posture rigid, as if her words had no effect. She gritted her teeth, refusing to let the tears fall. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction." The mistake you made is accepting the offer given to you by the council...
Irwin gasped, her hands flying to his wrist as she struggled to breathe. "Dorian... stop," she whispered, barely able to force the words out.Dorian's eyes blazed with a fierce, predatory glow as his wolf form continued to take over. Irwin struggled to breathe, her fingers clawing weakly at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. She could feel the sheer strength in his grip, the power of the beast beneath his human skin."Please," she managed to croak, her voice barely audible. "Let me go.""Please," Irwin managed to croak, her voice barely audible. "Let me go, Dorian"Dorian’s eyes burned with fury as he stared at her, but there was something else beneath the anger. As her pleading eyes met his, he felt a strange pull toward her, something he didn’t want to acknowledge. Her desperation stirred something within him, confusing him, but not enough to make him relent. His grip on her, though slightly loosened, still kept her pinned to the wall.He leaned forward, his face inches
Irwin was jolted awake by a loud slam on her door. She had fallen into a restless sleep, haunted by the thoughts of everything that had transpired between her and Dorian the night before. The knocking had apparently been going on for some time, but she had been too lost in her troubled dreams to notice. Another knock followed, this time louder, and she groaned, pulling herself up from the bed.“Lady Irwin?” A servant's voice called from outside.“I’m awake,” Irwin muttered, her voice groggy. “Give me a moment.”After she quickly washed her face and tried to collect her thoughts, the door creaked open, and two servants entered. They quietly went about helping her get ready for the day, assisting her with bathing and dressing. The silence in the room felt thick, almost uncomfortable. It was clear none of them wanted to speak to her.As the servants fastened the ties on her gown, one of them finally broke the silence. “You’ll be expected in the dining hall shortly, my lady.”Irwin nodde
The flicker of the fire cast long, shifting shadows across the stone walls of the hall. Alpha Valen stood at the far end, his piercing eyes fixed on the doorway. His patience was wearing thin, and his mood was very like the storm brewing outside the dark, very restless, and ready to break at any moment. Finally, the door creaked open, and a figure stepped in. Valen’s expression tightened, his voice dripping with impatience as he hissed, “What took you so long?”The woman who entered barely flinched at his tone. Her form shimmered for a brief second, the image of Gwen, a high profile elders from shadowclaw , fading like a mirage. In her place stood Vendetta, the powerful witch who had been working in the shadows for him for years.A woman that wore so many faces. Her transformation was fluid, effortless, a testament to the dark magic she wielded with such mastery. Smirking, Vendetta approached Valen, her lips grazing the back of his hand as she bent down. “They wouldn’t let me leave
A scream echoed through the cold, damp air of the underground chamber beneath Alpha Valen’s mansion. The walls seemed to shiver with the sound, the agony piercing through the stillness like a blade. Gwen, the proud councilwoman from Shadowclaw, was bound to a chair, her face twisted in pain and defiance.From the shadows, a figure emerged—Vendetta, her dark eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. Gwen’s breath hitched, but her defiance didn’t waver. As Vendetta stepped closer, Gwen spat at her feet, her voice hoarse but filled with fire. “The Shadowclaw pack will come for you,” she growled. “For all of you.”Vendetta’s lips curled into a mocking smile as she circled Gwen like a predator toying with its prey. “Will they now? I wouldn’t hold your breath,” she said, her tone dripping with condescension. “By the time they figure out where you are, you’ll be long gone.”Gwen’s eyes blazed with fury. “You don’t scare me, witch,” she spat, her voice filled with hatred. “You think hiding in the d