________________________________________ The night was restless. Even as the Silverclaw Pack settled after the chaos of the last battle, Eve found no peace. The red-eyed woman’s chilling words haunted her—You were never meant to survive. But why? Who was she to Eve, and why did her very existence seem to enrage her? Luca had always been protective, but was it truly for her sake—or was he protecting a truth she wasn’t meant to know? The moonlight cast eerie shadows through the cracks in the walls of Eve’s room. She sat up in bed, her fingers clenching the blanket as her mind raced. It wasn’t just the red-eyed woman—there had been too many moments where Luca had dodged questions about her past. The unease in his voice whenever she spoke of her parents. The way the elders of the pack avoided meeting her gaze whenever she pressed for details. She wasn’t just a human-turned-werewolf. There was something more. And she was going to find out what. _______________________________________
Eve sat in the dimly lit hall of the Silverclaw Packhouse, her mind restless. The encounter with the red-eyed woman had left her shaken, but what unsettled her even more was Luca’s reaction. He had been distant ever since, his usual protectiveness laced with an unusual restraint. She had asked him questions—who was that woman? Why did she know about her? What did she mean by "unfinished business"? But Luca had offered nothing beyond vague reassurances, his gaze avoiding hers. She could feel the tension between them growing, a weight neither of them could push away. Something was wrong. Luca was hiding something. Eve had been through enough betrayals in her life to recognize when she was being shielded from the truth. It wasn’t just about protecting her—Luca was afraid of what she might uncover. Frustration gnawed at her. If she was supposed to be the key to some great prophecy, why was she always left in the dark? Why did she have to fight so hard just to know her own story? A stor
Eve tossed and turned, her sleep plagued by fragmented images that felt more like memories than dreams. A silver-haired woman stood in the middle of a darkened forest, her sorrowful eyes filled with an unbearable grief. Her lips moved, whispering words Eve couldn’t hear. Shadows swirled around her, creeping closer like an unseen force of doom. Then, the image shifted—a man, his features blurred, reached for the woman, only to be pulled away by something monstrous. Eve gasped, her hands tightening around her blanket as an ache formed deep in her chest. Her body jolted awake, drenched in sweat, her breaths shallow. She pressed a trembling hand to her chest, trying to calm her racing heart. The pain she felt was unfamiliar yet intimate, as if something deep within her recognized the sorrow in that vision. Eve stared at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what she had seen. Were these just nightmares, or was there a deeper meaning? And why did the silver-haired woman seem so familiar?
Eve sat on the edge of her bed, her mind a storm of unanswered questions. The conversation she had overheard about her mother had left her shaken. Luca had known the truth all along. The realization twisted in her gut like a dagger. She had trusted him, let herself believe he was the one person she could count on, but now that trust was cracking. Her mother—a banished werewolf queen. The truth felt unreal. Had she lived her entire life in ignorance while Luca, the one who claimed to love her, had been keeping secrets? She wanted to believe that there was a reason, that he had done it for her own good, but doubt gnawed at her. If he had lied about this, what else had he hidden? Her hands curled into fists. No. She wouldn’t sit idly by and let others decide what she deserved to know. If no one would tell her the truth, she would find it herself. She needed answers. Determined, she rose from the bed, inhaling deeply. There was only one place she could start—the elders. They had been
Eve moved silently through the dense forest, her heart pounding with every step. The night sky stretched above her, blanketed in thick clouds, offering her the perfect cover. Silverclaw’s territory lay behind her now, its familiar scents fading with every mile she traveled. She clutched the old, weathered map—her mother’s letter had led her here, to the first step toward the truth. The name Elias weighed heavily on her mind. If he had the answers about her past, she had to find him. Yet, her thoughts kept circling back to Luca. The betrayal she felt was like a dagger twisting in her chest. She loved him—she had chosen him—yet something inside her told her he had been hiding things from her all along. Could she truly trust him? Or had he always known the truth and kept it from her? A snap of a twig made her freeze. She wasn’t alone. She turned sharply, eyes scanning the darkness, but there was nothing there. Still, the sensation of being watched prickled at her skin. Moving cautiou
Eve’s legs burned as she trudged forward, half-dragging Damien through the thick forest. His weight pressed heavily against her, his breathing ragged, but she refused to slow down. They had been traveling for hours, guided by the fading scent trail left behind by Elias—the one man who might have answers. The forest had long since swallowed the moon, leaving only faint slivers of silver light breaking through the branches. Every sound felt magnified—the rustling of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, and Damien’s occasional pained grunts. His body was still recovering from the battle, but the wounds had been deep, and without proper treatment, even an Alpha’s healing could falter. Finally, they broke through the treeline, revealing a small, secluded cabin nestled against the mountainside. The place looked ancient, vines curling up its wooden walls, its windows barely visible beneath dust and grime. The air smelled of damp earth and burning wood. Eve knocked once, twice—then harder
________________________________________ Eve’s breath was ragged as she stepped past the Silverclaw border, her boots pressing into the damp earth. The towering trees loomed around her like silent sentinels, casting eerie shadows under the pale moonlight. The weight of her discoveries—of Elias’s warnings, of the red-eyed woman’s threats—pressed heavily on her chest, making her strides feel heavier with every step. The Silverclaw warriors guarding the gates stiffened as she approached, their hands instinctively reaching for their weapons. Recognition flickered in their eyes, followed quickly by uncertainty. She had left as a rogue—an outsider. Now, she returned with an aura stronger than before, one they could not deny. “She’s back,” one of them murmured. Another stepped forward, his voice edged with caution. “Alpha Luca ordered no one—” “I don’t care what he ordered,” Eve cut in, her voice sharp. “I need to see him. Now.” The hesitation lingered, but when Eve’s gaze darkened, s
Eve’s frustration boiled as she paced in front of Elias. He had been avoiding her ever since the attack, dodging her questions and refusing to meet her eyes. But tonight, she cornered him in the training hall, blocking his path with sheer determination. “You know something,” she accused. “You knew who that woman was.” Elias exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. “Eve, some things are better left buried.” “Not when they concern me!” she snapped. “I have a right to know.” Elias hesitated, his amber eyes flickering with something close to regret. Finally, he muttered, “She was there the night your mother died.” Eve’s breath caught in her throat. “My mother…” Elias nodded. “Your mother was no ordinary werewolf, Eve. She was once the werewolf queen—exiled for loving a human. That woman—the one with red eyes—she was responsible for her death. And if she’s after you now, it means she never finished what she started.” Eve felt like the ground beneath her had crumbled. She had spent yea
The battlefield stretched out like a vast sea of destruction. Smoke curled into the night sky, carrying the scent of blood, sweat, and sorrow. Bodies littered the ground, some still, some groaning in pain. Warriors clashed, their growls and roars blending into the chaos. The world was in flames.And at the heart of it stood Eve.A blinding silver aura surrounded her, the mark of her true power finally unleashed. The Blood Moon hung high above, painting everything in a crimson glow, its energy pulsing in time with her racing heartbeat. The air crackled with magic—ancient, powerful, undeniable.The red-eyed woman stood before her, her once-arrogant expression now contorted with disbelief. “This—this isn’t possible!” she hissed, her voice laced with venom. “You were never supposed to awaken this power! The prophecy—”Eve took a step forward, and the ground trembled beneath her feet. She could feel it now—the energy flowing through her veins, the connection to something far greater than h
The tension in the Silverclaw camp was thick, almost suffocating. Dawn had barely broken, and yet the warriors were already on high alert. Weapons were being sharpened, armor was being reinforced, and battle strategies were being finalized. The attack was imminent.Eve stood at the edge of the camp, watching the distant horizon where the enemy would soon emerge. Her fingers clenched around the hilt of her sword, her knuckles white. She could hear the murmurs of warriors behind her, their hushed voices filled with uncertainty.Luca approached her from behind, his presence steadying. "They’ll be here before nightfall," he said grimly. "The scouts confirmed it."Eve turned to face him, her expression unreadable. "Are we ready?"Luca hesitated for a moment before nodding. "As ready as we can be. The Silverclaws won’t go down without a fight."Eve exhaled sharply. "We don’t just need to fight, Luca. We need to win."His eyes darkened. "And we will."Damien joined them, his golden eyes flas
Eve stood amidst the carnage, her heart pounding against her ribs as the battlefield around her lay in ruin. The scent of blood and smoke clung to the air, a grim reminder of the betrayal that had nearly cost them everything. Fallen warriors, both friend and foe, were scattered across the land, their lifeless forms a testament to the brutal conflict that had unfolded.Her hands trembled as she wiped away the dirt and blood smeared across her face. Every breath felt heavy, as though the weight of the entire world had settled on her shoulders. Yet, despite the chaos, her gaze remained locked on Luca, standing only a few feet away. His expression was unreadable, but the pain in his eyes was unmistakable."You knew," she accused, her voice raw with emotion. "You knew the Shadowfangs were planning this, didn’t you?"Luca’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. "I suspected," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I didn’t have proof."Eve’s body tensed, anger boiling beneath
The dense trees surrounding the Shadowfang border cast long, eerie shadows as Eve, Luca, Damien, and their warriors approached. The tension was palpable, a thick fog of unease that settled in Eve’s chest. Shadowfang warriors stood in a rigid line, their faces cold and unreadable.The Shadowfang Beta, a tall man with silver-streaked hair, stepped forward, his piercing eyes studying them carefully.“Alpha Dorian is expecting you,” he said, his voice void of warmth.Eve exchanged a look with Luca. Though they had come seeking peace, she knew better than to trust the Shadowfangs blindly. They were known for their cunning ways, and something about the unsettling stillness of the air made her stomach twist.Luca gave a slight nod. “Then let’s not keep him waiting.”As they crossed into the stronghold, Eve felt eyes on her from every direction. She held her head high, refusing to let fear show. Whatever awaited them inside, she would not cower.Alpha Dorian sat at the head of a long, dimly l
The battlefield was eerily silent. Only the wind howled through the trees, carrying the scent of blood and smoke. Elder Darius’s lifeless body lay at Eve’s feet, his once-mighty presence reduced to nothing more than a fallen adversary. Around her, the Silverclaw warriors stood still, their expressions torn between awe and uncertainty.Eve’s breathing was ragged, her hands still trembling from the energy that had surged through her veins. She had done it. She had proved herself in front of the entire pack, but the victory felt heavier than she had imagined.Luca stepped toward her, his golden eyes dark with concern. "It’s over," he murmured, his voice meant for her ears alone.Eve swallowed, shaking her head. "No," she whispered. "This is only the beginning."Damien, standing nearby, crossed his arms. "She's right. You killed an Elder, Eve. That will earn you both loyalty and resentment."She already knew that. Even now, she could feel the tension in the air. Some warriors bowed their
Eve stood frozen, her fingers gripping the edges of the ancient scroll. The words burned into her mind, their weight pressing down on her like a mountain. Her choice would determine the fate of all werewolves.Luca, who had been standing nearby, stepped forward, his golden eyes scanning the prophecy. His jaw clenched. “This… this changes everything.”Helena nodded grimly. “The Elders never wanted you to know the full truth. They feared what you might choose.”Eve tore her gaze from the parchment and looked at her aunt. “Then tell me—what exactly am I supposed to choose?”Helena hesitated before exhaling. “The prophecy speaks of two paths. One leads to salvation, where the packs unite under your rule, bringing peace. The other… leads to destruction. A war so fierce it will tear apart the werewolf world forever.”A chill ran down Eve’s spine. “How do I know which path I’m on?”“You don’t,” Helena admitted. “But one thing is certain—the Elders believe you’re a threat. That’s why they tri
Eve stood before the Silverclaw elders, their gazes heavy with skepticism and disapproval. The council chamber, dimly lit by torches, felt suffocating under the weight of judgment. Luca stood at her side, his presence solid and unwavering, but she knew this battle was hers to fight.“We acknowledge your power, but that does not make you fit to lead,” Elder Darius stated coldly, his wrinkled hands gripping the arms of his chair. “A Luna must be strong in more than just ability. She must have wisdom, diplomacy—”“And control,” another elder interjected. “Yet, all we have seen is chaos following your arrival.”Eve clenched her fists, forcing herself to remain calm. “You doubt me because I was hidden from this world,” she said, her voice steady despite the fire burning inside her. “Because I was not raised in a pack. But I have bled for the Silverclaws. I have stood against enemies you feared to name. If that is not the strength of a Luna, then what is?”A murmur spread among the elders.
Eve stood in the center of Luca’s chambers, her heart pounding in her chest. The truth hung between them, heavy and inescapable. She had spent so long searching for answers, but now that she had them, they felt almost impossible to carry.“My mother was the exiled queen,” she murmured, more to herself than to Luca. “She died because of the prophecy... because of me.”Luca stepped closer, his golden eyes filled with sorrow. “Eve, you are not to blame for what happened. Your mother made her choices, and the Elders made theirs. This isn’t on you.”She lifted her gaze to meet his, emotions swirling inside her. “And you... You knew.” Her voice cracked slightly, and Luca tensed.“I did,” he admitted, pain evident in his expression. “I didn’t tell you because I wanted to protect you. I thought... if you didn’t know, maybe they wouldn’t see you as a threat.”Eve clenched her fists. “And did that work? They’re still coming for me, aren’t they?”Luca exhaled sharply. “I was wrong. I know that n
The tension inside the war tent was suffocating. Eve stood between Luca and Damien, her fists clenched as she replayed Kieran’s cryptic words in her mind."You don’t even know the truth about those closest to you."“What if he wasn’t just trying to mess with our heads?” Eve asked, her voice sharp. “What if he knew something we don’t?”Luca’s jaw tightened. “Kieran was a traitor, Eve. His goal was to divide us.”Damien crossed his arms. “Yet he stalled his attack to tell Eve something. You don’t find that strange?”Eve’s heart pounded. She had spent so much time uncovering lies—about her past, her parents, and her destiny. But what if there was more? What if someone she trusted was hiding the biggest truth of all?Luca sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “You want to believe Kieran? Fine. But we don’t have time for doubts. The Elders are regrouping, and we need to be ready.”Eve didn’t miss the flicker of something in Luca’s expression—reluctance, hesitation. It sent a chill down her