"Where is she!?" Dorian's snarl echoed through the blood-soaked Shadowwood, his massive paws smashing into the ground as his sharp golden eyes scanned the chaos around him. Fury and desperation twisted his features, the wolf within barely held in check as his powerful form rippled with unspent energy. His mate, his Irwin, was somewhere in the fray, held by Valen. He could feel Vendetta's presence—faint, distant—like a whisper carried on the wind. She was toying with him. Yet every direction he turned revealed nothing but shadow and deceit.Adolphus rushed to his son’s side, his own wolf form towering and weathered with years of experience. The older wolf’s voice was a low growl, urgent but steady. "Stay focused, Dorian! This isn’t Vendetta. These are her shadows. She’s playing with your mind. Don’t let them take you."Dorian’s claws raked through the dirt in frustration. "I saw her! I know I did!" His voice broke, teetering between rage and despair. "She was right there! I fought with
“Is this really happening or am I only dreaming?”Irwin’s voice was barely carried over the wind that whipped around them, howling through the barren trees. She stood still, her heart pounding as she faced the heavy iron gates of the Shadowclaw compound.Cain, who was standing beside her, glanced at her sharply. He's the shadowclaw gate keeper, and he has been waiting for Irwin. His lips curled in something between amusement and impatience. “Why do you ask questions you already know the answers to?”Irwin's throat tightened. The cold breeze of the night seeped through her cloak. But the chill she felt around her, came from the inside. “ But Why me? Why does the shadowclaw choose me for this” she whispered, more to herself than to Cain.Cain snorted. “Why not you?” His boots crunched on the gravel as he moved ahead, pushing to open the gate. The sound echoed in the stillness. “It’s not in my place to know why the Alpha chose you, hybrid. But if I had to guess, I think you were the eas
“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
"Where is she!?" Dorian's snarl echoed through the blood-soaked Shadowwood, his massive paws smashing into the ground as his sharp golden eyes scanned the chaos around him. Fury and desperation twisted his features, the wolf within barely held in check as his powerful form rippled with unspent energy. His mate, his Irwin, was somewhere in the fray, held by Valen. He could feel Vendetta's presence—faint, distant—like a whisper carried on the wind. She was toying with him. Yet every direction he turned revealed nothing but shadow and deceit.Adolphus rushed to his son’s side, his own wolf form towering and weathered with years of experience. The older wolf’s voice was a low growl, urgent but steady. "Stay focused, Dorian! This isn’t Vendetta. These are her shadows. She’s playing with your mind. Don’t let them take you."Dorian’s claws raked through the dirt in frustration. "I saw her! I know I did!" His voice broke, teetering between rage and despair. "She was right there! I fought with
Dawn broke over the horizon, casting a pale light over Dorian’s assembled forces. The morning mist clung to the air, muffling sounds as though the world itself braced for the storm ahead. Warriors stood in formation, clad in armor dulled by battle yet unbroken in spirit. The tension was palpable, a weight that settled over them all as they prepared to march into the Shadowwood, a place shrouded in danger and mystery.Dorian stepped forward, his golden eyes scanning the crowd. Each warrior bore the same determined expression, yet he could sense their fear. He couldn’t blame them. The Shadowwood was not just a battlefield; it was alive with darkness, pulsing with the malignant energy of Vendetta’s magic.“We face not just Valen’s forces, but the darkness he’s allied with,” Dorian began, his voice carrying over the crowd. It was steady, commanding, but laced with the gravity of the mission. “Stay close, trust your instincts, and remember what we’re fighting for. Irwin needs us, and we wi
“If you keep fighting, you’ll lose more than your mate. You’ll lose everything.” Dorian’s forces regrouped, their breaths ragged but their resolve unbroken. Yet, amidst the chaos, a heavier weight pressed on Dorian’s shoulders—Leo’s words.The battlefield smoldered with the aftermath of the first skirmish. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, and the scent of blood mingled with the acrid smoke of burning earth. Those words echoed in his mind, gnawing at his focus. As the crescent moon climbed higher into the sky, Dorian retreated to the edge of the encampment. Cain followed close behind, his sharp eyes noticing the tension in Dorian’s movements.“Whatever Leo said to you, it’s meant to throw you off,” Cain said firmly. “You can’t let him get inside your head.”Dorian turned to face his most loyal guard, his expression grim. “He wasn’t lying, Cain. There’s something deeper at play. Valen isn’t just after power; he’s orchestrating something far bigger.”Cain crossed his arms, his jaw t
The battlefield stretched before them, an ominous expanse of shadow and fog. Dorian stood at the front of his forces, his golden eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of Valen’s army. The pain from the poisoned dagger Leo had plunged into his back flared with every breath, but he refused to show weakness. His posture was rigid, his massive frame towering over his warriors as a symbol of unshakable resolve. The crescent moon above cast an eerie glow on the scene, and the air hung heavy with the scent of impending bloodshed.Behind Dorian, Ashina and Cain exchanged uneasy glances. The betrayal of Leo, once their closest ally, weighed heavily on all of them. It wasn’t just the act of treachery; it was the scars left on their trust, the hollow ache of realizing they’d been fooled for so long.“Do you think he’ll be there?” Ashina asked Cain, her voice barely above a whisper.Cain’s jaw clenched as he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. “He’ll be your brother Leo doesn’t run from
The air within the Shadowclaw stronghold was thick with tension, so palpable that it seemed to weigh down even the walls. Seeing that majority of the elders has taken sides with elder Lucian which means they are all working for Valen and they all left immediately. Dorian stood at the center of the vast space, his presence magnetic and never unyielding despite the pain throbbing in his back and the pain seeing his trusted elders of the back running towards his rival . His voice rang out, sharp and commanding, cutting through the murmurs of the gathered warriors and allies like a blade. “Valen has taken what is mine, he has taken the dignity of this pack” he declared, his tone steady despite the fury simmering beneath the surface. “My mate. My Irwin. He seeks to not only shatter my spirit but to fracture the unity of this pack. I will not allow it. We will not allow it. We march into Shadowfang territory to bring her back. Who among you will stand with me?”A growl rippled through the
“Adolphus,” Lucian’s voice rang out, calm but cutting, “my old friend, you speak of loyalty as if it’s a virtue. But loyalty to a failing leader is nothing more than folly and you know that.”Adolphus's jaw tightened. His eyes narrowed as he took a step forward, the weight of his emotions pushing through his usually composed demeanor. “You dare speak of failure when you’ve conspired against your own pack? Or is it because I don't want to go deeper into this?” His voice was steady, but the raw edge of anger was undeniable. “How long have you been working with Valen? Lucian”Lucian’s lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smile, but it was cold, the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Long enough to know that this pack needs a change,” he said softly. “Dorian’s time is over. He’s too weak to lead us through the challenges that lie ahead. Valen offers something far more valuable—strength, alliances, and power. All things your son is incapable of giving us.”The council mem
The air was thick with tension, as what elder Thane said kept them in disarray,the kind that could crack bones and tear alliances apart as they all mummured between themselves. Dorian stood, his back was straight and his posture commanding despite the lingering effects of his injury. The stab that had nearly claimed his life had healed faster than expected, but the pain remained, a constant reminder of how far he had come and how much further he still had to go. His mother, Ulva, stood beside him, her hands clasped in front of her, her gaze soft but filled with concern. Adolphus, ever the strategist, stood just behind them, his arms crossed over his chest, his face were a mask of contemplation and wariness.Adolphus cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the uneasy murmurs of the council members. "We are at a crossroads," he said, his words laced with the gravity of the situation. "Valen's actions have forced our hand, and we must decide where we stand. Are we loyal to the pa
Dorian sat in his chambers, leaning back in a chair, his body still recovering a little bit. His wound, though it had started to heal rapidly, but it continued to throb with a deep ache. His body’s accelerated healing process was a gift, but it was far from perfect, and the pain served as a constant reminder of how far he had pushed himself. His mother, Ulva, moved around him with grace, tending to the wound, her every motion filled with care and precision.Ulva’s brow furrowed as she applied a salve to the wound, her touch gentle but firm. “You’re pushing yourself too hard, Dorian,” she scolded softly, her voice tinged with both concern and frustration. “Even with your accelerated healing, you’re not invincible. I don’t want to lose you to your own recklessness Dorian.”Dorian flinched at the sting of the salve, but he didn’t pull away. His body was weary, and his mind even more so. “I don’t have time for this, Mother,” he said, his voice low but urgent. “Irwin is in Valen’s hands n
Valen’s footsteps echoed ominously through the dimly lit corridor, the sound was a cruel rhythm that amplified the oppressive silence. Outside the room where Irwin was held captive, guards stood rigid, their expressions were blank, their loyalty to Valen was unquestionable. Valen stopped in front of the heavy iron door, his eyes narrowing at the shimmering runes engraved into the metal, it was a complex spell meant to suppress supernatural abilities. He reached out, his fingers brushing over the cold surface, and felt the faint hum of magic that pulsed beneath his touch.Now Irwin's wrists were bound by glowing spell chains that seared her skin anytime she tried to resist. Valen made it happen because of what she did in her sleep the last time he came. Irwin's eyes, even though it was weary, but it remained fierce, the fire within her refusing to be extinguished despite her circumstances. Now, the spell chains seemed to mock her, a cruel reminder of her limitations.The sound of the i