Dorian's POVThe silence in the room is almost unbearable. I can feel the tension prickling in the air, a mix of anticipation and danger swirling around me. Every inch of my being is alert, ready for the next move.I’ve been playing the game for years, and I know exactly how to handle situations like this. Luca has built his empire on lies and manipulation, just like every other fool who believes power is something you can control without consequences.And I? I’m not one to let such a fragile empire stand.I look at Raven, his sharp gaze never leaving me. He’s clever, always calculating, and I trust him more than anyone else. That’s why I’ve brought him into this. We’re going to bring Luca down, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left of him but rubble.“What’s your plan?” Raven asks, his voice sharp, eyes studying me carefully.I smirk, leaning back in my chair. “We destroy his image. His reputation is the one thing Luca believes he can’t lose. If we strip that from him, the rest
Luca's POV I woke up with a start, the images from the dream still vivid in my mind. My breath was erratic, my body slick with sweat. It took me a moment to realize I was no longer standing in the cold, dimly lit room where Dorian had confronted me. I was back in my own bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, my heart racing with the remnants of fear that clung to me.It was just a dream. That’s all it was. A figment of my mind, a manifestation of my guilt and fear. But it felt so real, so unbearably real. The weight of it lingered in the pit of my stomach, like an iron bar pressing down, crushing the air from my lungs.I sat up, wiping the cold sweat from my brow, trying to steady my breathing. The dream had felt like a warning. Dorian’s voice, so calm and assured, echoed in my ears. Your people are turning on you, your alliances are failing... you’re done, Luca.There was a rumour spreading around that I killed Dorian. And that day a body that looked like Dorian was found in fron
Luca's POV I sat across from Lyanna, feeling the weight of her gaze on me. It was always like this—when the world felt too heavy, when my thoughts ran rampant and I couldn’t make sense of the chaos in my mind, she was the one who could still bring me some sense of calm. But tonight, I wasn’t sure there was any calm left to be found.I’d been haunted by dreams for the last several nights—visions that tore at my mind and refused to let me sleep. It wasn’t just the dreams themselves, though; it was the feeling that something was wrong, that someone was pulling the strings. I couldn’t shake the sense that I was being controlled by something—or someone—far more powerful than I could understand.“Luca,” Lyanna said, her voice soft but firm, “Tell me what’s going on. What exactly have these dreams been like?”I rubbed my hands over my face, exhaustion taking over as I relived the nightmare that had plagued me once again. “It’s always the same,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. “I’m standing in
Elara's POV The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the coolness that always seemed to follow the lunar territories, a reminder that the moon was never too far from their reach. The pale light from the moon washed over the lands, casting everything in a silvery glow, as if to soothe the weary souls of those who walked beneath it.I arrived at the first clan’s just as the rumors of Luca’s actions had reached my ears. I couldn’t believe it at first—Luca, the one who had always been so careful, so calculated, killing Dorian? It didn’t make sense. Dorian was his rival, yes, but Luca didn’t strike me as someone who would do something so impulsive. There had to be more to the story, something deeper that I couldn’t quite grasp.I returned to the Lunar territory a few days back.Hoping Kael was there. But No, he wasn't.It's been weeks.My heart clenched with worry for Luca. Luca and I shared a bond of friendship that couldn’t be easily explained, a connection forged through ha
Elara’s POVThe cabin was dimly lit, the flickering flames of the torches casting restless shadows on the stone walls. I sat on the edge of Luca’s bed, watching him sleep, but I knew it wouldn’t last. It hasn't for a while.Raven and Dorian kept torturing Luca, even after I broke the spell.Luca's face was calm for now, his breaths slow and even, but his fingers twitched, and his brow furrowed as if fighting against something unseen. I clenched my hands into fists, waiting for the inevitable.Then it happened.Luca’s body jerked violently, his breath hitching. His eyes shot open, wild with fear. He gasped, his chest rising and falling too quickly. I reached for him without thinking, pressing my hand gently to his arm."Luca," I said softly. "It’s okay. You’re safe."For a moment, he didn’t respond. His gaze darted around the room as if searching for something—someone. Slowly, recognition settled in his eyes. He swallowed hard, running a trembling hand over his face."It was them again
Luca’s POVFor the first time in weeks, I slept without disturbance. No whispers. No shadows creeping into my mind. No Dorian. No Raven.When I woke up, the morning light spilled through the open window, warming my skin. I blinked, taking a deep breath, expecting the usual heaviness in my chest. But it wasn’t there.The rune worked.I sat up slowly, stretching out my stiff muscles. Elara and Lyanna’s efforts hadn’t been in vain. They had given me peace. At least for now.A soft knock at my door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in," I called.Elara stepped inside, her gaze immediately searching for mine. Concern. That’s what I always saw in her eyes when she looked at me."How do you feel?" she asked.I exhaled, rubbing a hand through my hair. "Like myself again."Her shoulders relaxed slightly. "No dreams?""Not a single one." I gave her a small smirk. "Kind of disappointing, actually. I was getting used to the night visits."She rolled her eyes, but I caught the way her lips twitche
Elara’s POVThe moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow through the thick canopy above us. The forest was dense here, the trees stretching like skeletal fingers toward the heavens. A chilling wind whispered through the leaves, sending a shiver down my spine.I remained focused on the journey, urging myself forward as I kept pace with Luca and Lyanna. We had been on the run for hours, following faint traces from the rogue description, only to be led deeper into unknown terrain.I wanted to believe we were close. That just beyond the next ridge, we’d find Kael waiting for us, injured but alive.But the deeper we went, the more I feared the truth.Kael had vanished without a trace. And if we didn’t find him soon… we might never find him at all.Not again. I can’t lose him too.Luca rode slightly ahead, his sharp gaze sweeping the landscape for any sign of movement. His entire body was tense, his fingers clenching the reins as if he were holding back his frustration.I knew how he
Raven’s POVThe air was thick with the scent of decay. The cavern we stood in pulsed with dark energy, a swirling storm of malevolence that coiled around my skin like a living thing. I had spent weeks preparing for this moment, drawing power from the depths of the abyss, feeding off the hatred and suffering that seeped through the very ground beneath my feet.But now, the real work had only begun.I was going to win this time.The Shadow-born were assembled before me—an army forged from death, darkness, and the forgotten screams of the damned. Their twisted forms were bathed in the dim, flickering glow of the torches that lined the cavern walls. Some were humanoid in shape, their faces stretched into unnatural expressions of hunger and rage. Others bore no resemblance to anything from the mortal world, creatures of pure shadow, shifting and writhing as if the darkness itself had given them life.I had created them.And now, they would be my greatest weapon.Dorian stood beside me, his
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