It was now quiet in the camp, the tension from the earlier battle lingering like a faint mist. I stepped out of the cabin where Elara rested, the scent of herbs and blood still clinging to me. She had been brave to fight even knowing she wasn't skilled nonetheless. Her wounds would heal, but the strain on her body was evident.I couldn’t stay there any longer. The sight of her so vulnerable stirred something in me, something I couldn’t afford to feel. She was also the pack’s responsibility, not mine alone.The cool night air greeted me as I walked into the forest bordering the camp. The moon hung high above, its light filtering through the branches. This was where I felt most at peace, away from the noise of the pack expectations.A soft rustle of leaves caught my attention, and I turned to see Luca stepping out from the shadows. His expression was unreadable, but his presence wasn’t surprising. He was the Beta. The current leader and always looking out for everyone in the pack. “Yo
I paced the living room, my phone in my hands. I have been making calls, trying to find out where Elara was. She didn't return last night. Her absence without a phone call got me worried. Twenty four hours since I last saw Elara, and the unease had grown into something I couldn’t ignore. She has never been away without my knowledge. She didn't have friends because she wasn't comfortable with them. Where could she be?I glanced at the door to her room upstairs, hoping praying that she’d come home any moment now. Elara's mother's words echoed in my mind, a painful reminder of the responsibility I’d taken on. “Please, look after her,” she’d said, her voice trembling. “She is not safe with me. She needs someone to guide her now I can’t.”I have tried to protect her for the past eighteen years. I knew her mother, she had saved me from a beast in the forest, that was when I discovered werewolves really existed.“Where could you have gone, Elara?” I muttered, staring at my phone. The una
Elara's POV I sat on the fallen branch of an old oak tree, watching a group of young boys training. My wounds had started healing. The way my life turned around within a twinkle of an eye still left me bewildered. Miranda, my godmother must be worried, I have never left without her knowledge, I wondered if she was also aware of my wolf. The idea of visiting her popped into my mind. Just then I noticed Kael helping one of the boys who were training. Kael looked kind and gentle. I admired his kindness. The few hours I spent with him gave me a sense of longing. I hadn't realized how much time had passed until I noticed Kael glance in my direction. Our eyes met, and something stirred in my chest. He walked toward me, his movements steady and sure, like a man who knew where he was headed. My heart raced, and I became curious. As he got closer, I could see the concern written on his face."Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low and gentle, like a soothing balm to the woun
I walked back to the camp. The air was crisp and cool, the scent of damp earth rising with each step.I saw Luca and decided to talk to him. I tiptoed until I was almost beside me. He turned sharply and me.“It’s just me,” I said, my voice edged with curiosity.He exhaled, “ Ohh! I didn't see you there ” He said,“I wasn’t sneaking,” I replied with a small smirk. “You were too lost in thought to notice me. And judging by that look on your face, something’s bothering you.”He shrugged, Luca’s eyes, however, were sharp, scanning me with an intensity that felt almost invasive.“I hope you're feeling better now, the herbs applied to your wounds are powerful.” he said, his gaze lingering on the bandages visible beneath my loose shirt.“Yes, I felt better after I woke up but the wounds haven't healed totally,” I muttered, turning to keep walking.“Wait, let's talk ,” he said, and took a step beside me. “Everything still feels awkward to you right?” he asked.I shot him a sharp look, and he
I paced the my dimly lit chamber, my boots striking the stone floor with deliberate force. The torches along the walls cast erratic shadows, flickering like the chaos inside my mind. “ Gregor,” I growled, turning sharply to face him.He stood as still as a statue, arms crossed over his chest, his scarred face unreadable in the dim light. I could trust Gregor because his loyalty was unshakable, and his strength unparalleled.“They have successfully defeated the previous batch of Hunters, I hope you sent more men,” I said, my voice low but taut with anger. “The Lunar Alpha walks among us, and every wolf with half a soul must have felt it.”Gregor nodded slowly. “Then the council must have felt it too. Well know soon enough. They’ll make their move.”I let out a bitter laugh. “The council? Those ancient fools will debate and deliberate until the moon itself fades from the sky. Luca hasn’t even declared her yet. And they will decide to wait until he does. But we don’t have the luxury of
Elara's POV I was ready to go and see Miranda, probably get a few belongings.Kael stood by a moss-covered tree, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on me. His presence was comforting, even when he was playfully challenging.“Are you ready for this?” he asked, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips.I was surprised with his question “Ready for what?” I replied, already sensing he had something up his sleeve.“For a proper race,” Kael said, stepping closer. “Unless you’re scared.”I scoffed, shaking my head. “Scared? Of what exactly? Please.”“Then prove it. Shift and race me out of the forest,” he said, his grin widening.Then I realised his mischief. Racing would get us out of the forest faster.I didn't hesitate for a moment, I got excited and agreed. And the challenge in his eyes was enough to push me past my limits. “Fine,” I said. “Let’s see who’s faster.”With a deep breath, I let the change wash over me. My body shifted effortlessly now, the once-awkward transformation was replaced by a
Miranda's POV I felt relieved knowing Elara was okay and knew the truth, I didn't have to struggle with how to disclose it to her.It was strange how the house seemed quieter after Elara left. From the window, I watched her figure fade into the distance. My hands trembled as I clutched the windowsill, my heart heavy yet oddly at peace. Tears trickled down my cheeks as I whispered, "Stay safe, my child."For years, I had carried the burden of keeping her safe, holding onto secrets that weren’t mine to reveal. But now, as she walked away, I realized my role in her life had reached its turning point. It wasn’t relief I felt but it was hope. Hope that Elara would fulfill her destiny, as her mother had always believed.I stepped away from the window and reached for the phone. My fingers shook as I dialed the police station, I had to clear the air and make them stop all investigation.“Hello, Fairview Police Department,” came the gruff voice on the other end.“Yes, this is Miranda,” I said
Kael's POV The city was lively, we stood at the taxi stand, waiting for the next available cab to take us back to the Woods. Elara, as usual, wasn’t one for silence."Kael, don't you think we’re being too serious right now?" she said, nudging me with a playful grin.I raised an eyebrow. "Too serious? You mean running for our lives, fighting hunters, and figuring out how to save you from mysterious enemies isn’t lighthearted enough?"She laughed, and for a moment, the tension between us got even. “Well, if we’re going back into the forest, why don’t we explore the town first? You know, breathe some polluted air, see some humans.”I gave her a long look. “Explore the town? Elara, we barely made it out of Blackwood alive last time. Now you want to sightsee?”She crossed her arms and pouted. “Come on, I’m tired of just talking to trees. Let me be a normal person for a few hours!”That did it. I sighed, relenting. “Fine. But if we get into trouble, you’re explaining it to the trees.”She
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