Kael's POV The cold night air bit at my skin as I stepped into the heart of the seventh clan’s stronghold. The great hall loomed ahead, its stone walls rugged and imposing, built to withstand the harsh winters and the enemies that lurked beyond the borders. Torches flickered along the corridor as I made my way inside, each step heavy with the weight of what I was about to hear.The moment I entered, the room fell into silence. Warriors, scouts, and members stood gathered, their gazes turning toward me. At the center of them all sat their Alpha, a man of unshakable presence, his dark hair streaked with silver, his sharp eyes assessing me the moment I stepped forward.“Kael,” He greeted, his deep voice echoing in the vast hall. He sat with an air of authority, his fingers tapping the armrest of his chair as if contemplating how much to tell me.I inclined my head slightly in acknowledgment. “You summoned me.”He nodded, then motioned toward the scout who had delivered the message. The
Elara’s POVThe moment Kael stepped through the gates, my world shifted.I had been in the training yard, watching the younger scouts spar when the commotion at the entrance caught my attention. Warriors murmured, some frozen mid-action, others exchanging glances filled with uncertainty and something I wasn’t ready to name—hope.Then I saw him.Kael.For a moment, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. The man who had left us, left me, without a word now stood at the heart of the Lunar Territory as if he had never been gone.I wanted to be relieved. Maybe, deep down, I was. But I refused to show it.I took slow, measured steps forward, weaving through the gathered warriors, my expression carefully schooled. My heart thundered in my chest, but I wouldn’t let it betray me. Kael’s blue-gray eyes met mine across the yard, unreadable as always, his stance casual yet alert, like a man who knew he had stepped back into a world that had changed without him.He looked stronger than when h
Elara’s POVThe night was still.Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, its hushed voice carrying the distant crackling of dying campfires. The Lunar Territory had long since settled into silence, the warriors and scouts retreating into much-needed rest after another long day of training and preparation. Even the night guards, ever alert, moved quietly along the perimeter, their shadows flickering in the moonlight.I should have been asleep.But my mind refused to grant me peace.Lying in my cot, I stared up at the wooden beams of my cabin ceiling, listening to the rhythmic chirping of insects outside. My thoughts churned with the events of the day—Kael’s return, his unreadable expressions, the way his voice carried a weight I couldn’t decipher.Why had he really come back?Would he stay?I turned onto my side, sighing. My heart was at war with itself, torn between the years of hurt he had left behind and the undeniable pull of something I wished I could forget.Then, a noise.
Kael’s POVThe morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine as the Lunar Clan stirred awake. Warriors moved about, some beginning their training while others prepared rations for the day.The quiet hum of daily life surrounded me, yet my thoughts remain fixed on the events of the previous night.Elara.Her touch, her voice, the way she had looked at me before surrendering to the kiss—we had shattered and rebuilt something in the space of a heartbeat. But now, in the light of day, I wondered if we had made a mistake.Would she regret it?Would I?I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. No. Regret had no place here. I had spent too long running, too long pushing away what I had known in my heart for years. I wasn’t leaving again.I was pulled from my thoughts when a familiar figure appeared on the horizon.A lone rider approached the Lunar Clan gates, his silhouette framed against the rising sun. Even from a distance, I recognized the confident posture, the way he carrie
Kael’s POVThe war horns howled through the Lunar Clan, a deep, mournful sound that shook the ground beneath my feet. It was the call to arms, the signal of an impending attack.Luca and I barely had a second to exchange a glance before we burst into action, sprinting out of the war room and into the chaos beyond.The air was thick with the scent of adrenaline and smoke. Warriors were already shifting, their bodies contorting as fur and claws replaced flesh and bone. A chorus of growls and howls filled the air as my pack prepared to defend our home.I tore off my shirt, the fabric ripping away as my bones snapped and reshaped. Fire coursed through my veins as my muscles expanded, fur sprouting along my arms and spine. My claws elongated, sharpening into deadly weapons. My shift was seamless, practiced, and when I landed on all fours, I was no longer just Kael—I was the beast within.And I was ready for war.I launched forward, reaching the front lines as the first wave of Shadowborn t
Raven’s POVThe scent of blood lingered in the air long after the battle had ended. I inhaled deeply, letting the intoxicating mixture of fear, desperation, and death fuel the fire burning inside me.Today had been a mere taste of what was to come.Perched on a jagged rock overlooking the battlefield, I surveyed the aftermath with a satisfied smirk. The Lunar Clan had fought harder than expected, but it made no difference. Their struggle had been futile. Their so-called warriors lay broken and torn, the survivors retreating with their tails between their legs.Pathetic.A low growl rumbled beside me, and I turned to see Varian—one of my most trusted shadowborn—licking the blood off his claws. His dark fur was matted, his golden eyes gleaming with hunger."They put up a fight," he admitted, his voice thick with amusement. "I almost thought they had a chance."I let out a short, humorless chuckle. "Almost."Varian wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his sharp canines flashing und
Elara’s POVThe stench of blood and burnt fur clung to the air, thick and suffocating. I stood at the edge of the battlefield, my heart heavy but my mind sharp as I watched my pack tend to the wounded. The Lunar Clan had survived the ambush, but the scars—both visible and unseen—would remain.Around me, wolves moved with quiet urgency. Some carried the injured back to camp, while others reinforced the borders, their bodies tense, their eyes watchful. We were battered, but not broken. We would rise again.But as I watched, fury curled deep in my chest like a fire that refused to die.Raven.The name itself was a poison on my tongue, an ache in my bones. He had done this. He had turned against us, betrayed the very pack that once called him brother. He had chosen darkness over loyalty, destruction over family. And now, I would make him pay.I let out a slow breath, steadying myself. The physical world faded as I reached inward, pulling at the invisible threads that connected me to the s
Elara’s POVThe night air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and lingering smoke from the battle. My body still thrummed with the energy of my confrontation with Raven. Even though I had driven him back, I knew the fight was far from over. He was dangerous, more so than ever before, and if I was going to truly stop him, I needed more than just my own strength. I needed guidance.I exhaled slowly, centering myself as I walked through the Lunar Clan’s camp. Wolves moved around me, tending to the wounded, reinforcing our defenses. Their spirits were weary, but they did not falter. They had survived the ambush. They had survived him. And they would continue to survive, so long as I stood between them and Raven’s darkness.But even I had my limits.That’s why I needed the High Order.I reached the main tent, where the pack leaders gathered for counsel. My mother, Luna Seraphina, sat at the center, her presence commanding yet serene. Her silver-streaked hair cascaded over her shoul
Elara's POV Finally, Peace ReignedThe land, once drenched in blood and shadow, now shimmered under the soft light of the moon. The scent of fresh earth filled the air, and the trees, once whispering with fear, stood tall, their branches rustling with a sense of peace. The howls of war had faded into the night, replaced by the steady rhythm of nature reclaiming what had been stolen.I stood at the river’s edge, watching the water ripple gently under the silver glow. My reflection stared back at me—hair loose, face no longer hardened by battle, but not quite softened yet either.The weight of vengeance, of loss, of relentless struggle—it had lifted.I was free.And I was finally mated to the one I loved.A presence stirred beside me, familiar and grounding. His scent—warm cedar and something unmistakably him—wrapped around me like a tether, steady and real.“Lost in thought?” His voice was quiet, careful, as if he knew I still carried the weight of everything we had endured. Of everyt
Elara’s POVThe morning sun bathed the land in golden light, illuminating the Lunar territory that had once been ravaged by war. Now, peace had settled over the werewolf clans, the air thick with the scent of fresh earth, blooming flowers, and the lingering energy of victory.I stood on the stone platform at the heart of the sacred grounds, my chest rising and falling as I took in the sight before me. The once-divided werewolves now stood united, their heads bowed in reverence. They weren’t just looking at me. They were acknowledging me.The weight of it all settled on my shoulders.I, Elara, the outcast who had been shunned and betrayed, was now standing at the pinnacle of power. The Moon Spirit had guided me through darkness, and now, I stood in the light.But before my ordination as Lunar Alpha, there was one last piece of unfinished business.Footsteps echoed behind me, hesitant yet steady. I turned to find Luca approaching, his head lowered, his expression riddled with guilt. His
Rowan’s POVThe battlefield was silent.For the first time in decades, there were no screams of agony, no clash of steel, no howls of war. Only the whisper of the wind as it carried the scent of blood and ash through the ruined land.I stood at the edge of what remained of our once-proud territory, his aged eyes scanning the remnants of a battle that had reshaped the very foundation of their world.Bodies of Shadowborn creatures lay scattered across the field, their twisted forms dissolving into nothingness under the first light of dawn. The ground beneath them, once tainted by darkness, now pulsed with the energy of renewal. The war was over.And Elara had won.I exhaled deeply, my breath shaky. I had lived through many wars, many rulers, and many sacrifices. But never had i6 witnessed something like this.The werewolves, the scattered Clans, the warriors who had once been divided—now knelt in reverence before the silver-haired woman who stood at the center of it all.Elara.The girl
Elara’s POVThe battlefield was drenched in blood and moonlight, the air thick with the scent of ash and death. Shadows twisted and curled like dying serpents, their inky tendrils dissipating into the night as I stood amidst the carnage. My body ached, my muscles screamed, but I didn’t stop.I couldn’t stop.The Shadowborn had plagued our kind for too long. They had taken too much—our homes, our people, our future. I had vowed to end them, and now, that promise would be fulfilled.A low growl echoed through the ruined valley as the last of Raven’s creatures lunged toward me. Its soulless black eyes glowed with malice, its twisted form shifting between smoke and flesh. But I did not flinch.I raised my hand, feeling the power of the moon surge through me. My veins pulsed with silver fire, my claws shimmering as I met the creature head-on. With one swift movement, I tore through it, my energy colliding with its essence. It shrieked, writhing as its form shattered into nothingness.Silen
Elara’s POV The wind howled outside the encampment, whispering secrets through the trees. The fire before me flickered as I sat cross-legged, my fingers pressed against the cool stone at my chest. The night stretched endlessly, but my mind wasn’t in the physical realm—it was drifting beyond, into the veil of the spirit world.A dark force tugged at me, a pull I couldn’t ignore. I closed my eyes, breathing in deeply. The air in the spirit realm was thick, charged with an unnatural energy. Shadows twisted around me, curling like serpents.And then, I saw him.Raven.He stood before me, his form hazy yet unmistakable, shrouded in the dark mist of his power. His silver eyes glowed, filled with a cold amusement.“I wondered when you’d come,” he drawled, his voice echoing unnaturally.I clenched my fists. “You called me here. What do you want?”His smirk deepened. “To end this foolish war. You and I both know this cannot last forever, Elara. Come to me—face me at the Black Hollow. We will
Elara’s POVThe night air was thick with tension as Kael and I moved swiftly through the dense forests surrounding the First Clan’s stronghold. The tall spires of the stone fortress loomed ahead, dark and imposing against the moonlit sky. My heart pounded in my chest, not from fear, but from the anticipation of what was to come.Luca.Once my closest friend, now a prisoner of his own choices. He had betrayed me because of his emotions, which gave Raven a chance, stood against me when I needed him most. And yet, despite everything, we were here to save him.Kael moved beside me, silent but alert. His presence was a steady force, grounding me in the chaos that brewed inside me. “Are you ready for this?” he murmured.I exhaled, gripping the daggers at my belt. “I don’t know. But I have to be.”We crept toward the fortress, using the cover of darkness to slip past the outer guards. The First Clan had once been a proud force, but since Raven’s rise, they had become nothing more than a sha
Elara's POV The night air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and healing herbs. The soft glow of the moon bathed the clearing where we had stopped, and all was still except for the slow, labored breathing of the woman lying before me.I knelt beside her, my hands trembling as I traced the bruises on her wrists—remnants of the shackles that had bound her for far too long. My mother—who had once been so strong, so fearless—now lay before me, fragile and exhausted. Yet, even in her weakened state, her silver eyes, identical to mine, held warmth, relief, and something else.Love.A lump formed in my throat. I had dreamt of this moment for months, of the day I would see her again, but not like this—not broken and battered.Taking a shaky breath, I placed my hands gently over her wounds. A soft silver glow radiated from my fingertips, warm and soothing. The power of the moon surged through me, flowing into her, knitting torn flesh, dissolving bruises, easing pain.She gasped as the
Raven’s POVThe room was suffocating with silence. Not the kind that brought peace, but the kind that smothered, thick with unspoken rage. The moment I sensed it—felt the severance of my connection to the Shadowborn—I knew.Elara had escaped.A single word echoed in my mind, ringing like a war drum.Unacceptable.My fingers clenched around the arms of my throne, dark power crackling through my veins. The flickering torches along the chamber walls burned lower, their flames bending unnaturally under the force of my fury.I turned my gaze to the trembling guard kneeling before me. He had dared to deliver the news.“They... they are gone, My Lord,” he stammered, his forehead pressed against the cold stone floor. “We lost them in the trees.”Lost them?I let the words settle, my grip tightening. The shadows around the room thickened, curling like serpents waiting to strike.The guard swallowed hard. “The Shadowborn—”“They failed.”My voice cut through the air, cold and lethal.The man f
Elara’s POVThe night stretched before us like a never-ending abyss, filled with uncertainty and the weight of what we were about to do. The Lunar Territory was where Raven conquered. It has turned into dangerous places in the realm, and it was where Raven had taken Lyanna.She was trapped there, locked away in a prison built for those who dared to defy him.We couldn’t leave her behind.Sitting by the dim fire in our temporary hideout, Kael and I studied the map spread between us, the lines and markings glowing faintly under the flickering flame. The stronghold was heavily guarded, its towering walls nearly impenetrable. Getting inside wouldn’t be easy—but it wasn’t impossible.Kael exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. “Even if we do get past the outer walls, we’ll still have to face the elite guards inside. They won’t hesitate to kill us.”I traced the path on the map with my fingers, calculating the risks. “We can’t go in with brute force. It would be suicide. But if we move like