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 servants, a young woman with brown hair tied back neatly, said with a soft voice. "The ceremony is about to begin."
Irwin nodded numbly and slid out of bed, her legs shaky beneath her. "I don’t need help," she mumbled, but the servants didn’t listen. They moved around her quickly, and efficiently, picking out the ceremonial dress that had been laid out the night before.
"You’ll want to look your best, my lady," one of the guards said, his tone flat but formal.
"Why?" Irwin muttered under her breath, but the servants continued their work without reacting to her words.
One of the servants helped her into the heavy ceremonial robe, its silver and black fabric making her feel even more trapped. Every layer they added felt like another chain pulling her deeper into the fate she hadn’t chosen.
As they pulled her long, dark hair into an elegant braid, the other servant spoke softly. "It won’t be so bad, Lady Irwin."
Irwin gave a weak smile, knowing the words were meant to comfort her. But nothing could ease the weight in her chest. "I hope you’re right."
Once dressed, she stood before the mirror. The reflection staring back at her was unfamiliar distant. Her usually bright blue eyes looked dull, her face pale against the dark colors of the robe.
The guard at the door cleared his throat. "It’s time, my lady."
Irwin’s stomach twisted as she stepped toward the door. The guards fell into step behind her, and the servants bowed and followed as well. As they walked through the long, cold corridors, Irwin’s heart pounded louder with every step.
They reached the great hall, where the ceremony would take place, and the heavy wooden doors were already opened. Inside the ceremonial hall, the atmosphere was cold and heavy, just as it had been when she arrived at the stronghold. She could feel the eyes of the pack on her as she entered. Their whispers, their judgments, surrounded her like a suffocating fog.
And there, at the far end of the room, stood Dorian.
He was dressed in the same ceremonial robes, dark and imposing, but his expression was unreadable. He stood tall, his arms crossed over his chest, his face set in a hard, emotionless mask.
"He looks as indifferent as ever," Irwin thought bitterly. "Does he even care about any of this? About me?"
The elder standing between them raised a hand, silencing the whispers in the room. "We gather here to witness the binding of Irwin and Dorian, a union that will join our pack with forces beyond our understanding."
Irwin took her place beside Dorian, trying to keep her hands from shaking. She stole a glance at him, but he didn’t look at her. His gaze was fixed ahead, his jaw clenched tightly.
They were so close, yet he felt miles away.
As the elder continued speaking, Irwin felt the pressure building. The weight of the ceremony, the cold indifference from Dorian. It all threatened to suffocate her.
"You’re nervous," Dorian’s voice whispered, low and barely audible to anyone but her.
Irwin’s heart skipped a beat. It was the first time he had acknowledged her since she entered the hall. She turned her head slightly, her voice quiet but sharp. "I’m not nervous. I just don’t know what to expect from this... arrangement."
He didn’t respond immediately, his eyes still forward. "Neither do I."
His words, though simple, unsettled her. She had expected him to remain aloof, but there was something else in his tone. Something guarded.
"You don’t seem nervous at all," she whispered back.
Irwin's voice laced with sarcasm. "It must be nice to be so unaffected."
Dorian’s eyes flicked toward her for a fraction of a second, his expression hardening even more. "This isn’t about feelings, Irwin. It’s about duty."
His words cut through her like a knife. "Duty." That’s all this was to him like some necessary obligation. Her heart ached, but she refused to let him see it. She turned her attention back to the elder, focusing on his droning voice.
"Join hands."
The elder’s command rang through the hall, echoing in Irwin’s ears. Her body tensed, knowing what was coming next. Her hands felt clammy as she slowly raised them, extending her palm toward Dorian.
For the first time, Dorian’s eyes locked onto hers. There was something there, something beyond the cold mask he always wore. But it was fleeting, and before she could make sense of it, he took her hand
The moment their skin touched, it was like lightning struck..
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
The loud moans from Dorian’s chambers echoed through the Shadowclaw mansion, tormenting Irwin as she stood alone in the hallway. The servant’s cries of pleasure were like nails in her mind, reminding her of her place outside. Dorian’s choice to indulge with a servant, without any regard for her, stung more than she cared to admit.Her fists clenched at her sides, nails biting into her palms. “Enough, of all this torment from you Dorian” she muttered under her breath, cursing Dorian as she strode away.His chambers, and the lust that filled them, were the last things she wanted to think about. She needed to clear her mind, to breathe.Without a word, she slipped into the mansion’s garden, seeking solace among the flowers. She knelt by the roses, their soft petals soothing against her fingers. The fragrant air was a balm to her frustration, and for a moment, she allowed herself to relax. But peace was fleeting here. She felt restless.A sharp voice cut through the stillness behind her.
Irwin’s thoughts raced as she made her way through the corridors toward Dorian’s chambers. What could he want with her this time? She tried to calm her nerves, but her heart hammered in her chest. The last few days since their mating ritual, had been a whirlwind of confusion and tension. Each time they crossed paths, Dorian’s presence made her feel things she didn’t understand and that keep stressing her out.When she arrived at Dorian’s chamber, the servants silently led her to him. She stood in the dimly lit room, her head bowed, avoiding his gaze as she greeted him in a soft voice.“My Lord Dorian, you sent for me.”Dorian watched her closely, feeling a strange twinge of emotion. It bothered him why would she being addressing him with such deference when she was supposed to be his mate? That thought alone had annoyed him. He couldn’t afford to appear weak in front of her, so he quickly masked any emotion with a cruel smile.“That’s how you should greet an alpha like me,” he said, h
The rain tapped lightly against the small, cracked windows of the cabin. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wood and the faint odor of burning incense, meant to mask the staleness of the place. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows against the stone walls.Valen sat in a worn wooden chair, his body slumped and exhausted, his hands hanging loosely by his sides. His appearance was far from the man he once was — strong and unyielding. The battle scars on his face, his dark eyes filled with a thousand stories of pain, now reflected only the weariness of one who had been fighting for too long. His once sharp posture had given way to a slump, a man crushed by the weight of his own thoughts.A small figure approached him. It was Rania, a child no older than ten, with dark eyes that seemed far too mature for her age. Her small hands held a simple wooden cup, filled with water she had just fetched from the nearby well. She had grown up faster than any child sh
“This is the beginning of a new chapter for Shadowclaw,” Dorian says, his voice powerful and commanding. The wolves around him stop in their tracks, their eyes fixed on him. They hang on to every word.“We will no longer live in fear of enemies from outside or from within. We are strong, and together, we will ensure our pack’s legacy.”Dorian’s words linger in the air as if the very earth beneath them acknowledges the gravity of what he says. Irwin, standing beside him, feels a surge of pride. She grips his hand, the power of their bond pulsing through her.Irwin takes a step forward, her gaze steady and filled with conviction. “Together, we will lead this pack into an era of peace and prosperity. The future belongs to us, and it begins now.”The pack howls in agreement, a thunderous chorus that reverberates through the forest. For the first time in years, there’s no fear, no anger—only a unity that fills every wolf with pride.As the echoes of the howls fade into the distance, the at
Irwin stood on the balcony of the pack’s main hall, her eyes scanning the vast expanse of forest. The stillness of the night enveloped her, but inside, her heart was anything but calm. The weight of the responsibility she now carried as Luna, Dorian’s equal, and the heart of the pack, settled heavily on her shoulders.She had spent so many years running, hiding from her nature, afraid of being rejected. But now, after the battles, the heartache, and the triumphs, Irwin had come to accept her role. She was not just Dorian’s mate anymore; she was the leader of Shadowclaw, standing beside him to guide the pack into a future they would shape together.Dorian approached her from behind, his footsteps quiet but sure. As always, his presence was commanding yet comforting, the silent strength of a leader that everyone followed. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his fingers warm against her skin."How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice low, yet filled with concern.Irwin turned to face him,
The winds had calmed, and the ominous clouds that had once hung over Shadowclaw had dissipated. The storms, both literal and metaphorical, had passed. It was an unspoken truth among the pack: the worst was behind them. Dorian stood at the edge of the pack’s territory, his eyes scanning the horizon. The distant mountains loomed under the soft rays of the setting sun. The earth beneath his feet felt solid, the familiar scent of pine and earth grounding him in this moment of calm. But even as the peace settled in, he knew it was only the beginning of a new chapter. The scars of war were deep, both in the land and in their hearts.Beside him, Irwin stood silently. Her presence, once a source of uncertainty and raw power, was now a comforting constant. Her gaze was fixed on the horizon as well, but her thoughts seemed far away, lost in the same weight Dorian carried. It was in moments like these that words were unnecessary between them. They both knew the struggles they had faced, the bat
The air around Dorian was thick with the scent of blood and smoke, the remnants of the brutal battle that had just taken place. The once-pristine forest floor was now a chaotic mess of broken branches, torn earth, and the shattered remnants of what had once been an unstoppable force. It was the aftermath of a battle that would mark the end of an era for the Shadow Fang pack and the beginning of a new reign for Shadowclaw. Yet, as Dorian stood over the defeated pack, the weight of what had transpired was not lost on him.His massive wolf form towered over the field, every muscle rippling with the aftermath of battle. His fur, normally sleek and dark, was matted with blood and dirt. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling with each intake of air. The fight with Valen had taken everything out of him, but he had emerged victorious. He had shown Valen who was the true Alpha, the one who commanded respect, who wielded power not only through strength but through strategy, leade
Irwin stood still, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the aftermath of the intense conflict. Her once-glowing hands now dimmed, the power she had just unleashed still surging beneath her skin, begging for release.She had done it—she had defeated Vendetta, the dark witch who had threatened to tear apart everything Irwin held dear. But the victory came at a price. Irwin could feel the energy inside her—wild and uncontrollable. It was crawling beneath her flesh like a living entity. It was her power, but it was more than she could fully comprehend. It was as if the magic inside her was a force of its own, no longer confined by the rules of the world.Her heart hammered in her chest, the weight of the battle settling over her like a cloak of exhaustion. She had felt the dark magic surge inside her during the fight with Vendetta, pushing her beyond the limits of what she thought possible. And now, she stood at the edge of the forest leaving Dorian her mate behind,
The once-proud Shadow Fang pack was now crumbling under the weight of defeat. The clash of paws, the screeches of wolves, and the harsh growls of battle filled the air as warriors on both sides fought fiercely. The forest was alive with the bloodshed, but it was clear: the Shadowclaw pack had the upper hand. The Shadow Fang wolves, those who had once prided themselves on their strength and savagery, now found themselves overwhelmed by the sheer power of Shadowclaw's resolve.Cain fought valiantly, his massive wolf form crashing through the enemy lines, his claws slicing through flesh. His eyes were wild with rage, each strike fueled by the anger and desperation that surged within him. The head guard of Shadowfang snarled as cain lunged toward him, as his fangs sank into the enemy's throat with swift precision, tearing out the life force in a flash. .Elder Lucian, watching the battlefield from a distance, knew they were losing. His senses, honed from years of experience, told him eve
The sky above was darkening with the promise of a storm, the air heavy with tension. The sounds of battle filled the air as claws were clashing, growls reverberating, and the sickening sound of flesh tearing. Irwin stood in the center of the storm, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared across at Vendetta. The witch’s twisted grin was unsettling, a mockery of her confidence. Behind her, the remnants of the Shadow Fang pack rallied, but they were losing, their warriors broken and retreating in fear.Vendetta’s magic swirled around her like a thick, toxic fog. Dark tendrils of power lashed out, aiming to strike at Irwin, to break her down. The witch had once been a powerful adversary, a threat that seemed insurmountable. “Why are you still here, Vendetta?” Irwin’s voice rang out, steady despite the rage that burned within her. “You’ve already lost.”The witch’s eyes gleamed with malice. “Lost?” She laughed, the sound like broken glass. “I’ve won everything, girl. You think you’re
" forget Dorian, he can't penetrate into here Valen. We need to focus on Irwin now" Vendetta said as she took a glimpse of Irwin by the corner of the room.The air was heavy in the darkened chamber, a very palpable tension suffocating the space. Chains forged of shadow and fire glimmered faintly in the dim light, binding Irwin to the stone pedestal at the center of the room. Her once-bright aura was muted, suppressed by the oppressive magic woven into the chains. Her head hung low, golden hair cascading over her face, hiding the determination brewing in her eyes.Valen stood to the side, his golden eyes gleaming with triumph as he watched her struggle. Beside him, Vendetta observed with a twisted smirk, her hands resting on the obsidian staff she wielded.“You know she’s still fighting,” Vendetta remarked, her voice dripping with amusement. “But it’s pointless. The chains are bound to her very soul. She won’t break them.”Valen tilted his head, a shadow of doubt crossing his face. “Sh