The cold night air wrapped around Eve as she stood on the balcony of the Silverclaw pack house, staring into the dense forest beyond. The wind carried the faint howls of distant wolves, a haunting melody that only fueled her restlessness. Sleep had evaded her once again, her mind a tangled mess of Elias’s warning and Damien’s probing questions. A traitor within the pack. She couldn’t ignore the unease that settled deep in her chest. If Elias was right, then someone close to Luca—someone trusted—was feeding information to their enemies. And the attack on the borders had proven that the enemy knew exactly where and when to strike. But who? Her fingers tightened around the wooden railing. Luca had been so careful, so guarded. He trusted few people, but that also meant the betrayal would cut even deeper when it was revealed. Her thoughts were interrupted by the soft creak of the door behind her. She turned, expecting Luca, but instead, it was Damien. He stepped onto the balco
Eve’s breath hitched as she paced back and forth in her chamber. The weight of Elias’s words still clung to her, pressing heavily on her chest. Someone close to them was working with an unknown force, and their enemy wasn’t just a rogue faction—it was something far more dangerous. She had barely slept the night before, her mind consumed with questions and doubts. Who could they trust? Who had infiltrated the pack so deeply that they could predict their every move? A knock at her door startled her out of her thoughts. She turned as the door creaked open, revealing Luca. His golden eyes were sharp, assessing her. “You look like hell,” he observed, stepping inside. Eve gave him a dry chuckle. “Feels about right.” Luca crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. “We need to talk. About Elias.” Eve sighed, rubbing her temples. “I know you don’t trust him, but we can’t ignore what he’s saying. He knows something, Luca. And if he’s right, then we’re walking blind into a war we
The Silverclaw packhouse was eerily quiet that night, the usual liveliness subdued by an unspoken tension. Eve walked down the dimly lit hallway, her bare feet pressing against the cold wooden floor. The weight of Elias’s words still clung to her like a second skin—"If you don’t figure it out soon, everything you care about will burn."The thought unsettled her. Who was behind the betrayals? And more importantly—why?Eve paused at the grand staircase leading to Luca’s office. A faint glow seeped from beneath the heavy doors, casting a thin sliver of golden light into the hallway. She took a slow breath, steadying herself before pushing them open.Luca sat behind his massive oak desk, papers spread across its surface. His brows were furrowed in deep concentration, his strong jaw clenched. His usual composed demeanor seemed shaken, and that alone sent a shiver of unease through her.“You should be resting,” he said without looking up.Eve closed the doors behind her. “I could say the sa
The weight of uncertainty pressed down on Eve as she stood in the dimly lit corridor of the Silverclaw pack house. The walls seemed to close in on her, the air thick with tension. The traitor was still unknown, and the danger loomed over them like an unshakable shadow. Every whisper, every movement in the pack now felt suspect. Luca had been more on edge than ever, his golden eyes dark with exhaustion and worry. Damien was silent, his presence more brooding, and Elias—well, he was keeping his secrets close, revealing just enough to keep her tangled in the web of mystery. But Eve was done being just a pawn in this dangerous game. It was time to act. --- Eve found Luca in his study, bent over a map of their territory. The candlelight flickered against his sharp features, casting shadows that mirrored the storm brewing inside him. “You need to rest,” Eve said softly, stepping closer. Luca barely glanced up. “Rest when the pack is safe.” Eve sighed. “You can’t protect them if you’r
Eve lay in bed, her body still aching from the events of the past few days. Her mind was restless, replaying everything that had happened. The chilling darkness of her captivity, the whispers of an unknown enemy, and the crushing weight of the prophecy she had just learned—it was all too much. She turned her head to see Luca sitting in the chair by the window. His posture was tense, his hands clasped tightly together, his jaw clenched. He had barely left her side since bringing her back to the Silverclaw territory, and she could sense the storm brewing inside him. "How are you feeling?" Luca’s voice was controlled, but the concern in his eyes betrayed his emotions. Eve shifted slightly, wincing as a dull ache shot through her ribs. "Better. Just… tired." Luca stood, stepping closer. "You should rest." His voice was soft, but there was an undercurrent of frustration. She could tell he was holding back something. She exhaled slowly, already knowing what was coming. "You want to a
The night was silent, yet the air between them was thick with unspoken words. Eve sat by the window in Luca’s cabin, staring out at the dark forest. The events of the past day replayed in her mind like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. The fear in the warriors’ eyes, Luca’s hesitation, Damien’s knowing smirk—it all weighed on her like a heavy chain she couldn’t break. She had felt something inside her awaken, something unnatural, something powerful. And for the first time, she wasn’t sure if she was afraid of it—or drawn to it. Behind her, the door creaked open, and she didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Luca’s footsteps were soft, hesitant. Not like before. Not like the Alpha who had once stood beside her with unwavering certainty. He stopped a few feet away. "Eve." She didn’t respond. He sighed and stepped closer. “You’ve been quiet.” She let out a short, humorless laugh. “What do you want me to say?” “That you’re okay.” She turned to face him, her eyes searchi
The tension lingered in the air, thick and suffocating. Luca’s declaration—his insistence on coming with her—was both a relief and a source of conflict. Eve knew he wanted to protect her, but she also knew he didn’t trust the Nightshade Coven. His jaw was set in stone, his stance rigid, like he was preparing for a battle before they even took their first step toward the witches. Damien, on the other hand, looked far too pleased. His golden eyes gleamed with amusement, his smirk never wavering. “Glad to see we’re all on the same page,” he drawled. “Pack your things, sweetheart. We leave at dawn.” Luca growled, but Eve placed a hand on his arm before he could lunge. “No fighting,” she murmured. Damien chuckled. “Oh, trust me, sweetheart. I’d hate to hurt your Alpha’s pride before our little trip.” Luca’s fists clenched, his entire body tensed. But Eve didn’t let go of him. She could feel the anger rolling off him in waves, but beneath it, there was something else—worry. And th
Eve sat in the dimly lit room, her hands trembling as she tried to steady her breathing. The sensation of power still lingered in her veins, an unfamiliar force that had erupted from within her like a storm she could not control. Her mind replayed the moment she had paralyzed the rogue with a mere thought—how the air had thickened, how time itself had seemed to halt. She clenched her fists, trying to push the memory away, but the unease gnawed at her. The door creaked open, and Luca stepped inside. His gaze was unreadable, his posture tense. Eve expected comfort, reassurance, but instead, she saw hesitation in his golden eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing against hers, but the warmth she had once found in his touch now felt distant. “You’re quiet,” she murmured, watching him closely. He exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. “I just… I don’t understand what happened back there.” Eve’s chest tightened. She wanted to tell him she didn’t understand eit
The ground trembled beneath Eve’s feet, sending a violent shudder through the air. She barely had time to react before the trees around them shifted, their branches twisting unnaturally as if they were alive. The once-familiar scent of damp earth was now tainted with something rotten, ancient, and unnatural. Luca’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist tightly. “We need to move. Now.” His voice was sharp, urgent. Eve’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as she glanced at Damien. He stood rigid, his eyes scanning the trees. “They’re not trying to kill us,” he muttered. “They’re forcing us somewhere.” Eve swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing against her ribs. She felt it too—an unseen force pushing them in one direction. The whispers grew louder, curling into her ears, murmuring her name. “Come home.” Her breath hitched. The voice wasn’t coming from one source—it came from everywhere, surrounding her, calling her. A flash of movement to her right. A shadow slithered between th
Eve sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the dim candlelight flickering against the stone walls. Sleep refused to claim her, not after everything she had learned. The Blood Moon prophecy. The power inside her. The way Damien and Luca looked at her—one with knowing, the other with fear. A strange pressure pressed against her skull, like a whisper just out of reach. Her breath hitched as images flickered in her mind. A dark forest. Silver mist curling around ancient stones. A woman’s voice—low, commanding. Find the path before it finds you. Eve gasped and clutched her head. The vision shattered like broken glass, leaving only the ghost of the words behind. Luca stirred from his chair near the door, his gaze sharpening. “What’s wrong?” She swallowed, trying to steady her breathing. “I saw something. Again.” He was at her side in an instant, his hands gripping her shoulders. “Tell me.” She hesitated. Would he believe her? Would he think she was losing control? “I think…” she whi
The air was thick with tension as Eve sat by the flickering fire, her mind replaying the encounter with the red-eyed woman. The sensation still lingered, like embers burning beneath her skin, threatening to ignite at any moment. Every breath she took felt heavier, as if something deep within her had been awakened, yet she couldn’t grasp what it was. Luca and Damien stood a short distance away, locked in hushed conversation, their postures stiff and guarded. Eve clenched her fists, frustration mounting. She could feel it—the way they danced around the truth, shielding her from something she had every right to know. Finally, she had enough. Rising to her feet, she marched toward them, her voice cutting through the silence. “No more secrets.” Luca turned sharply, his blue eyes flashing. “Eve—” “No,” she interrupted, her pulse hammering. “Something happened back there. Something I don’t understand, but I know you do.” Her gaze darted between the two men. “Tell me the truth. What
The night was heavy with tension as they crossed the threshold into Silverclaw territory. The moment they stepped into the clearing, the waiting warriors closed in, their faces marked with concern and barely concealed suspicion. Some glanced at Eve with unreadable expressions, while others focused on Luca and Damien, as if expecting another fight to break out between the two alphas. Luca strode forward, his voice cutting through the murmurs. “Everyone inside. Now.” The command left no room for argument. The warriors parted to let them pass, though their unease lingered in the air like a storm about to break. Eve felt the weight of their stares, the unspoken questions pressing down on her. She kept her chin up, refusing to cower, but inside, her mind was spinning. The red-eyed woman’s words clung to her like shadows, refusing to fade. As they entered the great hall, the torches flickered wildly, casting restless shadows against the wooden walls. The elders were already waiting, the
Eve stood frozen in place, her mind racing with Nyra’s words. The prophecy was meant to be broken? Everything she had been told—the Blood Moon, the fated war, her role in all of it—was nothing more than a constructed fate designed to control her? The weight of it settled heavily in her chest. She wanted to deny it, to push it away, but deep down, something about Nyra’s revelation rang true. Luca’s expression remained hard, his blue eyes unreadable. “You expect us to believe that centuries of prophecy can just be undone?” His voice was tight with skepticism. Nyra’s red eyes gleamed in the dim torchlight. “I don’t expect you to believe me, Alpha. I expect you to decide if you want to be a pawn or something more.” Eve looked at Damien. For once, the ever-smirking Alpha was serious. “If the prophecy was never meant to be fulfilled, then someone benefits from making sure it happens.” He glanced at Eve. “Which means they’ll stop at nothing to make sure you follow their script.” A chill
The weight of the Blood Moon prophecy sat heavy on Eve’s chest as she stood outside the Silverclaw stronghold, staring at the darkened forest ahead. The truth—the terrifying, undeniable truth—had been revealed. She was more than just a werewolf. More than just another member of Luca’s pack. She was something else entirely. Luca stood beside her, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Damien leaned casually against a stone pillar a few feet away, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. The silence between them was thick, stretched tight by the tension that had yet to ease. “We need to move quickly,” Damien finally broke the quiet, pushing off the pillar. “My contacts picked up a trail leading east—out past the old ruins near Black Hollow.” Luca’s eyes narrowed. “And how exactly do you have contacts sniffing around my territory?” Damien chuckled. “Oh, Luca. You should know by now—I always know what’s happening.” Eve stepped between them before another fight could break out.
The moment Eve and Damien emerged from the treeline, several Silverclaw warriors turned toward them, their expressions a mixture of relief and tension. At the center of them stood Luca. His sharp eyes swept over Eve, then Damien, then the bloodstained ground where their fallen warriors lay. His jaw clenched, his posture rigid with barely contained anger. “Eve.” His voice was rough, as if he had been holding back a storm of emotions. She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, he turned his glare to Damien. “What the hell are you doing here?” Damien smirked, wiping the blood from his forehead. “Nice to see you too, Alpha.” Luca’s growl rumbled through the air. “I don’t remember inviting you onto my land.” Damien shrugged. “Didn’t exactly need an invitation. I was helping.” Luca took a threatening step forward. “Helping? Or manipulating?” Eve quickly moved between them, sensing the tension ready to explode. “Luca, stop!” His gaze snapped to her, frustration flickering
Eve sat in the dimly lit room, her hands trembling as she tried to steady her breathing. The sensation of power still lingered in her veins, an unfamiliar force that had erupted from within her like a storm she could not control. Her mind replayed the moment she had paralyzed the rogue with a mere thought—how the air had thickened, how time itself had seemed to halt. She clenched her fists, trying to push the memory away, but the unease gnawed at her. The door creaked open, and Luca stepped inside. His gaze was unreadable, his posture tense. Eve expected comfort, reassurance, but instead, she saw hesitation in his golden eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing against hers, but the warmth she had once found in his touch now felt distant. “You’re quiet,” she murmured, watching him closely. He exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. “I just… I don’t understand what happened back there.” Eve’s chest tightened. She wanted to tell him she didn’t understand eit
The tension lingered in the air, thick and suffocating. Luca’s declaration—his insistence on coming with her—was both a relief and a source of conflict. Eve knew he wanted to protect her, but she also knew he didn’t trust the Nightshade Coven. His jaw was set in stone, his stance rigid, like he was preparing for a battle before they even took their first step toward the witches. Damien, on the other hand, looked far too pleased. His golden eyes gleamed with amusement, his smirk never wavering. “Glad to see we’re all on the same page,” he drawled. “Pack your things, sweetheart. We leave at dawn.” Luca growled, but Eve placed a hand on his arm before he could lunge. “No fighting,” she murmured. Damien chuckled. “Oh, trust me, sweetheart. I’d hate to hurt your Alpha’s pride before our little trip.” Luca’s fists clenched, his entire body tensed. But Eve didn’t let go of him. She could feel the anger rolling off him in waves, but beneath it, there was something else—worry. And th