Ashina stood at the door, her breath caught in her throat as soft moans echoed from within. She pressed her ear against the door, trying to make sense of the strange sounds. It wasn’t like Irwin and Dorian were that... close. Yesterday, they'd barely exchanged civil words, and now this?Just as she was about to push the door open, a voice interrupted her thoughts."Ashina," Leo’s voice dripped with sarcasm. He leaned against the wall at the end of the hallway, arms folded. "You really think standing here and eavesdropping is going to get you anywhere?"Ashina whipped around, scowling at him. "What are you doing here?"Leo pushed off the wall and shrugged, a smirk dancing on his lips. "Same thing you're doing. Wondering why you're so interested in something that's none of your business.""None of my business?" Ashina narrowed her eyes. "Dorian is my friend. Whatever happens between him and Irwin... it's worth knowing, atleast."Leo raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Oh please, don't pret
Irwin stared blankly around the room, Leo's words barely registering in her mind. She couldn’t focus, not after the morning's chaos. Dorian had left without a single word, and all Leo had said was that Dorian had dropped something for her. It made her heart flutter despite everything. She tried to dismiss the feelings, tried to distract herself from the whirlwind of emotions crashing inside her. But Leo… Leo had always known how to poke, how to push her buttons just enough.She sighed, brushing her gaze lazily over the room. It wasn't until her eyes landed on the bed that she noticed a small piece of white peeking out from under a pillow.A letter.Irwin’s heart dropped at the sight of it. "What is this?" she muttered under her breath, taking slow steps toward the bed. Her fingers hesitated as she reached for the letter. A sudden sense of dread washed over her as she pulled it out, holding it up to the light.Her breath caught in her throat.The envelope was sealed with blood.Irwin’s
Dorian moved swiftly, his massive wolf form blending into the shadows as he tore through the dense forest. The wind whipped through his fur, and the branches above swayed in the early morning sky, but he barely noticed. His mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts he couldn't afford to entertain. Behind him, his ever-loyal bodyguard, Cain, was struggling to keep up.Cain was panting heavily, his legs aching with every step as he tried to match Dorian's relentless pace. He had served Dorian for years, had fought battles at his side and survived countless ambushes, but today was different. "Lord Dorian," Cain gasped, nearly stumbling as he forced the words out between heavy breaths. "Shall we… slow down a bit?"He knew better than to question Dorian, especially when he was in this kind of mood. But Cain had sensed something was wrong since the morning. Dorian paused briefly, his powerful form halting in a clearing. He didn't turn to look at Cain, but his amber eyes glinted as he stared ah
Dorian's presence was an imposing force as he stepped forward. His broad shoulders seemed to fill the room, his intense gaze like the weight of a storm about to break. Every step he took was measured, a deliberate statement of dominance. There was no need for words, his very aura commanding the space. Elder Qwin watched him carefully from the entrance , her hands clasped behind her back. Her posture remained rigid, her head slightly tilted as she scrutinized him, the barest flicker of amusement in her cold eyes. "You never needed an introduction, Dorian," she remarked, her voice quiet but laced with steel. "Even as a boy, your presence always preceded you."For a moment, the tension between them hummed like a live wire, unspoken history crackling in the air. Dorian’s jaw tightened, his gaze unwavering. "I see you haven’t lost your charm, Grandmother," he replied, his voice carrying a respectful edge, though there was a note of controlled irritation underneath.Elder Qwin’s thin lips
Qwin turned to face him, eyes piercing through his defenses. "You think you can outmaneuver them, boy? The council has had their hands in your destiny long before you realized, because you gave them the upper hand."Dorian’s frustration broke through. " She’s irrelevant to me. I didn’t ask for this, nor do I need her."Qwin stepped closer, her voice barely a whisper. "But you didn’t reject her Dorian? She’s still bound to you, even if you refuse to see it."Dorian remained silent, his throat tightening at the question he hadn’t allowed himself to consider. Why hadn’t he sent Irwin away? But Irwin was different. She stirred something within him, a protective instinct he couldn’t quite understand.Qwin, sensing his internal battle, took a step back and crossed her arms, her expression one of contemplation. "Dorian, your choices reflect not just your desires but the responsibilities that come with your position. She's just a puzzle"Dorian’s frustration surged again. "You think I care ab
The sun had barely begun to rise, casting long shadows over the path as Irwin rode her white horse, charging down the road as if trying to escape her thoughts. Each beat of the hooves seemed to mirror the hammering of her heart, which was filled with frustration and anger. The cool morning air felt sharp against her cheeks, but it did nothing to calm the burning rage that coursed through her.Her breath came in short bursts as she replayed last night over and over in her head. What had she been thinking? A tiny flicker of hope had tricked her into believing that maybe, just maybe, there was something more between her and Dorian. But, She had been wrong. She shook her head, tightening her grip on the reins as the horse galloped forward. “Damn you, Dorian,” she muttered under her breath, her voice breaking slightly. “Damn you for making me believe there was something.”The horse’s pace quickened, as though sensing her fury and desperation. The world around her became a blur of green an
Irwin’s heart skipped a beat, and she slowed the horse further, unsure of what to make of the man. He stood still, almost as if he were waiting for her. The man has an aura of mystery surrounding him. Irwin tensed as she leaned slightly forward on the saddle, her eyes locked onto him.“I have nothing to offer,” she called out, her voice steady despite the unease creeping up her spine. “I’m just passing through.”The man didn’t move. “A lady? Moving with such great speed?” he replied, his voice smooth, with a hint of amusement. He slowly lifted his head and removed his hat, revealing his face.Her breath caught in her throat as recognition slammed into her like a tidal wave.“Valen?” she gasped, her eyes widening.Valen’s eyes widened in surprise as he stared back at her. “Lovethe,” he whispered in disbelief, the nickname rolling off his tongue with familiarity. His gaze softened for a moment, his surprise mingling with something warmer.The name cut through her like a knife, and Irwi
"I will go with you," Irwin said quietly, her voice almost lost in the morning breeze. She placed her hand on Valen’s, her grip steady but hesitant. She still couldn’t read him fully, but something in his demeanor made her want to trust him or at least, to understand him better.Valen smiled, his gaze softening as he helped her mount the white horse. The ease with which he did it made Irwin’s stomach twist in knots. His touch was gentle, almost too familiar, as if they had done this countless times before. He mounted his own horse beside hers, and they began their journey deeper into the thick forest.The ride was mostly quiet, but not uncomfortable. Valen’s presence had a strange calming effect on her, though she didn’t want to admit it. Every time he looked over at her, his eyes seemed to glimmer with unspoken words. And every time he said something, it was enough to keep her mind spinning in multiple directions.“So, Lovethe,” Valen said suddenly, his voice breaking through the r
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