After the match with Leonor, I could still feel every bruise throbbing beneath my skin. My muscles ached, and my pride was wounded, yet I’d managed to survive. But it was only a survival, not a victory, not the kind of powerful display that the Alpha King might be hoping for from me—the Luna of Clawstone Pack. The Alpha King had stopped the fight just as Leonor had been ready to strike a final blow. It felt strange—he had ended it before I could truly stand or fall on my own merit. And while a part of me was relieved that I hadn't been dealt the ultimate humiliation, another part felt a piercing doubt, one that gnawed at my chest and clouded my mind. What had he seen in me, or not seen, that made him decide to stop the fight?That question weighed on me more heavily than anything else, and by the evening, I couldn’t resist any longer. I needed answers. I gathered myself, taking a few breaths to steady my nerves, and made my way to the Alpha King’s private study.As I approached the
After my conversation with the Alpha King, his words haunted me with each step back to my room. The shame and disappointment I had felt fueled a fire in me, a desperation to prove I wasn’t the weak, incapable Luna he believed me to be. I was determined to find a way, no matter what it took.That night, I stayed up late, thinking through every option I had. The Alpha King had spoken of strength, of physical and spiritual power that would prove my worth. There was only one person I knew who possessed both—someone who could help me, even if he was the last person in the world who would want to.And it was, Dominic, the pack’s Beta.Dominic was strong, skilled, and fierce. He was everything the Alpha King would expect in a warrior, and he had trained the pack warriors himself. If anyone could teach me how to be stronger, how to defend myself and develop the skills I needed, it was him. But I also knew he’d be the hardest person to convince. Our relationship had always been… complicated,
I stood by the window, watching the night deepen over the pack’s territory, my mind a mess of doubts and restless thoughts. It was nearing the time I’d agreed to meet Dominic in his penthouse, but an uneasy feeling had settled in the pit of my stomach. Every time I thought about him—the way his intense gaze, his smirk, the confidence with which he controlled every situation—it would seem that I felt an undeniable pull. But I couldn’t ignore the tug of guilt beneath it all, especially with the memories of those steamy moments we shared that was still swirling around in my head with just the mere thought of what would take place tonight.I paced my room, wrestling with the decision. Part of me wanted to cancel, to simply stay in my room and ignore his request. After all, Harold was in the pack house, although preoccupied with Leonor, but that didn’t mean I was entirely free to do as I pleased. And yet, at the same time, I felt bound by the deal I’d made to Dominic. He had agreed to
It was late, and the training warehouse was finally empty. The sounds of grunts, fists meeting punching bags, and the heavy clinks of weights had faded, leaving only the low hum of the lights overhead. I stood by the edge of the ring, wiping sweat from my forehead, waiting for Dominic to start the final session of the night. He kept glancing over his shoulder to make sure we were alone, his eyes darting to the shadows now and then, ever vigilant. He was always careful, always discreet. "Ready?" Dominic asked, stepping into the ring and flashing a teasing grin. His tone was light, but there was a hint of intensity in his gaze that kept me on edge."More than ready," I replied, trying to sound confident. It had taken weeks of constant persuasion and bribes to get him to agree to train me. Now that I was here, I had no intention of letting his smug attitude distract me. He circled me slowly, his eyes appraising my stance, and I shifted, trying to steady myself. I’d been training with hi
After days of training under Dominic, I needed to know—truly know—if I was improving or just being coddled. Dominic was good, no doubt about it, but there were moments during our sessions where his strikes slowed, his blows softened. His teasing remarks, while harmless on the surface, made me wonder if he wasn’t taking me as seriously as he should. And that thought gnawed at me. I couldn’t rely on anyone else’s perception of my strength anymore. So here I was, alone, standing amidst the towering trees with a determination burning inside me. The pack house felt miles away, though it was only a brisk walk back. The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy of trees, painting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The woods had always been a source of mystery and a touch of danger, but today they were my sanctuary. My escape.“All right, Elise,” I muttered to myself, stretching my arms. “Time to prove you’re not just wasting your time.”The cool morning air filled my lungs as I star
Dominic and I trudged back toward the pack house, the weight of the encounter in the woods hanging heavily between us. The dull ache in my arm from the werecat's claws was a constant reminder of my recklessness. Dominic hadn't said much since we left the forest, his jaw tight and his steps brisk, as if the mere act of walking might cool his frustration. The pack house came into view, its looming structure a symbol of safety and authority. Relief washed over me, though it was short-lived when I spotted Alpha Harold standing at the entrance, his arms crossed and his piercing eyes locked on us. Dominic muttered under his breath, “Here we go.” Alpha Harold’s presence was intimidating, as always. His tall frame exuded dominance, and the weight of his glare was enough to make anyone second-guess their choices. He stepped forward as we approached, his expression stormy. “Elise,” he began, his voice cold and clipped. “With Dominic again, I see. Why am I not surprised?” Dominic opened
“Why in the world was I even caught up into this mess?” I was surprised I was talking to myself but it would seem I was not done yet as I even added, “Now I even ended up becoming an apothecary luna.” with a disheartened sigh in the end.The scent of dried herbs filled the room as I leaned over the small table, meticulously measuring ingredients with trembling hands. The steady rhythm of my mortar and pestle grinding roots into a fine powder was the only sound, a therapeutic contrast to the chaos in my mind. The lie I had spun to Harold about creating a healing potion wasn’t entirely far-fetched; my mother, once an apothecary, had taught me the basics of herbal remedies. But reviving those long-forgotten lessons now, under such pressure, felt overwhelming. I glanced at the small cauldron on the table, where a viscous green liquid simmered gently. Steam curled upward, carrying the sharp, earthy aroma of wild thyme and calendula. A healing potion, meant to speed recovery for wounded
CHAPTER 35The next morning, the sunlight streamed into my room, illuminating the neatly arranged vials of the healing potion I had worked on late into the night. The green liquid gleamed in the morning light, a small victory in the face of Leonor’s taunts. I ran my fingers over the cool glass of one vial, silently resolving to take it to Harold as proof of my dedication. My stomach twisted at the thought of facing him. Though he had allowed my explanation, his warning still hung heavily in the air. If he suspected I had lied, there would be consequences. A knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat. Was it Harold? Or worse—Leonor? “Come in,” I called, trying to sound composed. The door opened, and to my surprise, it was Dominic. He stepped inside, his expression unreadable, carrying a basket filled with fresh herbs. “I thought you might need these,” he said, setting the basket on the table. “Thank you,” I replied, a mix of relief and gratitude i
The oppressive void of the Abyss seemed to pulse with life as I pressed forward. My footsteps echoed in the silence, and the faint glow of the shard in my hand was the only thing keeping the encroaching darkness at bay. The further I ventured, the heavier the air became, as though the Abyss itself were aware of my presence.But then, a sound—a quiet footfall—pierced the silence. I whirled around, my heart pounding. From the shadows emerged a figure I recognized instantly.“Dominic?” I gasped.He stood tall, his sword strapped across his back and his face set with determination. “You didn’t really think I’d let you go through this alone, did you?”I stared at him, disbelief and concern warring within me. “You can’t be here. This place—this realm—breaks the laws of nature for someone like you.”“I know,” he said simply. “But I also know I couldn’t live with myself if I stayed behind while you faced this alone. Whatever consequences there are for me being here, I’ll deal with them. Right
The inside of the hut was far larger than it appeared from the outside. Shadows danced along the walls, their movements synchronized with the flickering blue light emanating from a crystal orb on a pedestal at the center of the room. The figure who had welcomed us threw back her hood, revealing a strikingly pale woman with hair like silver threads and eyes that glowed faintly violet.“I am Seraphine,” she said, her voice like the hum of a distant storm. “You seek to breach the Abyss and recover what was taken. But beware—the Abyss does not give freely.”Her eyes scanned us, lingering on me. “You carry the weight of destruction and creation in your soul, Elise,” she said. “The orb you shattered was not just a prison; it was a tether. Its destruction set forces in motion that even Kieran does not fully comprehend.”Kaela crossed her arms, her expression skeptical. “That’s great and all, but we don’t need riddles. We need a way to stop Kieran and save Harold.”Seraphine’s lips curved int
The weight of Kieran's parting words lingered like a curse, wrapping tightly around my thoughts. Harold was gone, and the chilling reality of Kieran’s threat—turning Harold against us—felt like a death sentence waiting to unfold.Kaela paced the chamber, her boots scraping against the stone floor, her frustration bubbling to the surface. Dominic leaned heavily against the wall, his sword still drawn, his knuckles white as he gripped the hilt. For once, none of us had a plan, and the absence of action felt suffocating.“We can’t sit here,” Kaela snapped suddenly, her voice cutting through the silence. “He has a head start. Every second we waste is another second Harold gets dragged deeper into Kieran’s madness.”“I know,” Dominic said, his tone strained. “But we don’t even know where Kieran went. Forbidden sorcery doesn’t leave a trail.”Kaela turned on him, her eyes blazing. “So what? We just wait around while he completes whatever twisted plan he’s concocting? That’s not good enough.
The atmosphere around felt lie it was heavy with an eerie silence as I sat on the cold stone floor, catching my breath. My body trembled from the ordeal with the orb, its torment still fresh in my mind. My companions surrounded me, their faces painted with relief and pride. Dominic knelt beside me, his arm steadying my shoulders, his concern etched into his expression.“You did it, Elise,” Kaela said, her voice trembling with awe. “You destroyed its power.”I nodded weakly, the adrenaline waning as exhaustion set in. “It wasn’t just me,” I murmured, glancing at each of them. “I wouldn’t have made it this far without all of you.”Harold stood a few paces away, his gaze fixed on the shattered remnants of the orb. For weeks, his presence had been enigmatic, his loyalty wavering between us and the shadows that sought to consume him. I didn’t trust him entirely, but something in his demeanor suggested he was fighting against whatever had bound him to Kieran.But before I could say anything
“I’ll do it,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.Dominic’s reaction was immediate and fierce. “No, Elise. Absolutely not.”“Dominic, please,” I said, looking up at him. “You’ve protected me so much already. You’ve been my shield, my strength. But this...this is something I have to do. For all of us.”He shook his head, his jaw tightening. “I won’t let you.”“You can’t stop me,” I said gently, though the words broke my heart. “This is my choice. Please, don’t make it harder than it already is.”Kaela stepped closer, her silver eyes meeting mine. “If this is truly your decision, you must prepare yourself. The orb will test you—your will, your body, your very soul. You must not falter, no matter what it shows you.”“What do you mean?” I asked, my throat dry.“The orb feeds on fear, doubt, and pain,” Kaela explained. “It will draw out your worst memories, your deepest regrets, and amplify them. If you give in...it will consume you.”Dominic’s hand shot out, gripping Ka
The room fell into stunned silence. Kaela’s words echoed in the stone chamber, heavy with implications. Dominic’s hand tightened on the hilt of his sword, his eyes narrowing as he moved closer to her, keeping his body positioned protectively in front of me.“You cursed it?” Harold asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and anger. “Do you have any idea how many lives have been destroyed because of that thing?”Kaela turned to him, her expression filled with regret. “More than you could possibly imagine,” she said quietly. “And I have lived with the weight of that knowledge every day. That’s why I’m here. To fix what I’ve done.”“If you want to fix it,” Dominic said coldly, “then tell us how to destroy it.”Kaela’s silver eyes darkened, the faint glow dimming. “Destroying the orb is not as simple as the Lycan claims. The magic is ancient and deeply entwined with the essence of life itself. A life may stop its power temporarily, but true destruction requires something far greater.”“What do
The room fell silent, the weight of the Lycan’s words pressing down on us like a suffocating fog. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and the tension in the air was thick enough to cut. Dominic’s jaw tightened, and I noticed Harold’s hand inching toward his sword, his fingers brushing the hilt in an almost unconscious gesture of readiness.“There has to be another way,” I said, my voice betraying the desperation I felt.The Lycan shook his head, his fiery red eyes glowing with an eerie intensity. “Magic like this always comes with a cost. The question is: who among you is willing to pay it?”Before I could even register the words fully, Dominic stepped forward, his posture rigid, his resolve clear. “If it comes to that, I’ll be the one to pay.”“No,” I protested immediately, my heart lurching in my chest. “You can’t.”Dominic turned to face me, and his gaze softened, though it held a deep, unyielding determination. “Elise, this is my responsibility. If anyone should bear the c
The glow of the Life Orb pulsed faintly in the dim light of the war room, its eerie hum filling the air like an unwelcome reminder of the weight pressing down on us. It lay on the table, its surface smooth and unyielding, as if daring us to break it, yet refusing to yield. Dominic was pacing again, his frustration apparent in the way he clenched and unclenched his fists. He was desperate to find a way, but nothing we had tried had worked.“It doesn’t matter how hard we try,” Dominic muttered, frustration lacing his voice. “It won’t break, burn, or even chip.”Harold stood with his arms crossed, looking as though he could stand there in silence for hours, his thoughts heavy but unspoken. “We need another plan. Something definitive.”I watched them, my heart sinking as the burden of this quest weighed on all of us. The orb was a constant reminder that we were running out of time. I hadn’t spoken yet, not wanting to add to the tension in the room, but I couldn’t ignore it anymore.Maelis
The tranquility of the night was short-lived. By dawn, scouts returned with grim news: Kieran’s forces had moved closer, their numbers larger than anticipated. The pack was on edge, and the atmosphere buzzed with tension. Dominic immediately called a council meeting, and the once-calm halls of the meeting house became a hub of hurried whispers and clashing opinions.I stood beside Dominic at the head of the room, my gaze sweeping over the gathered pack leaders. Maelis stood to my right, her arms crossed as she observed silently, and Harold lingered at the back, his presence drawing more than a few uneasy glances. Dominic raised his hand, silencing the murmurs.“Kieran is no longer a distant threat,” he began, his voice commanding the room. “He’s at our doorstep, and he’s not alone. We’ve confirmed at least two dozen wolves—armed and loyal to him. This isn’t just about Harold anymore. Kieran’s building an army, and we need to be ready.”A murmur rippled through the room. One of the eld