Eve was no longer in the forest. No longer with Luca or Damien.She was in their world now.The Elders had taken her, and as she stood in the vast hall surrounded by robed figures, she knew—this was the moment they had been waiting for.She was at their mercy.And they had no intention of letting her go.The air was thick with the scent of burning incense, the smoke curling toward the vaulted ceiling like ghostly tendrils. Eve's heart pounded as she took in her surroundings—stone walls covered in cryptic symbols, flickering torches casting eerie shadows.She was standing on an altar.Her wrists ached from the unseen force holding her in place, but there were no chains. No bindings.Only power."You have been running from your destiny for too long."The voice was deep, ancient. A figure stepped forward, his black robes embroidered with gold sigils. His face was hidden by a hood, but his presence was suffocating."The time has come for you to accept your fate."Eve swallowed hard. "And
The chamber trembled as ancient power surged through its stone walls.Dark energy coiled around Eve like living shadows, binding her wrists, pulling at her very soul. The Elders stood in a circle, their expressions unreadable, their eyes glowing with a power older than time itself.Luca and Damien stood at the edge, tense, prepared for battle, but even they could sense it—this was not just a fight.This was the beginning of the end.Eve clenched her jaw as the shadows tightened around her wrists and ankles, cold and suffocating. She could feel the power seeping into her skin, burning like liquid fire. Every nerve in her body screamed at her to fight, to break free."You cannot resist what you are," the lead Elder murmured, stepping forward, his ancient eyes gleaming like black mirrors. "Your mother tried. She fought harder than anyone before her. And she failed."Eve's breath caught in her throat.The mention of her mother sent a violent shiver through her. For so long, she had chased
The chamber still crackled with the remnants of Eve’s unleashed power. The Elders had vanished, but their final words clung to the air like a curse:"The Queen has awakened."Eve stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. Her hands still tingled with raw energy, the golden fire of her power flickering across her fingertips. She felt changed—like a force she barely understood had been unleashed from within.Luca staggered toward her, his face pale but determined. He cupped her face, searching her eyes for something."Are you okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse.Eve nodded, but deep inside, she wasn't sure.Damien remained still, his gaze locked on her, unreadable. "This wasn’t a victory," he murmured. "They let us go because they wanted this to happen."A sick feeling coiled in Eve’s stomach. He was right. The Elders could have kept her contained, but instead, they had pushed her to awaken her power.And now, she had no idea what it meant."We need to leave," Luca said urgently. "If
The cold night air carried the scent of war. The moon hung heavy in the sky, illuminating the tense faces of warriors who stood in the courtyard, waiting for Eve’s command.She took a slow breath, stepping forward, the weight of her destiny pressing against her ribs. The Silverclaws and Shadowfangs had gathered as one. A sight that had once been unthinkable.But this was no ordinary fight.This was a war against those who had ruled the supernatural world in shadows and secrets.Luca and Damien stood at her sides—two men who had been enemies, but now shared a single purpose.Eve turned to face her people, her voice steady and clear."The Elders have controlled our world for too long. They silenced those who defied them, crushed those who challenged them. They took everything from me—from all of us."A murmur of agreement rumbled through the crowd."They fear us now," she continued, golden eyes blazing. "Because we have something they never will—unity."The warriors growled in agreement
The first light of dawn bathed the battlefield in a golden glow, illuminating the ruins of the Elders’ fortress. The once-feared stronghold stood cracked and broken, its walls scorched with magic, its halls littered with the bodies of those who had fought and fallen. The scent of blood and ash hung in the air, but beneath it was something stronger—victory.Eve stood in the center of the chaos, her breath heavy, her hands still trembling from the power she had unleashed. It was over. The Elders were dead. Their twisted reign had been burned to the ground.But she didn’t feel relief.A part of her had expected something more—some revelation, some grand moment of clarity. But as she looked around at the faces of her warriors, at the wounded and the fallen, all she felt was the weight of what had been lost.Luca approached her, his eyes dark with exhaustion, his body littered with wounds. “Eve,” he murmured. “It’s done.”Damien joined them, wiping blood from his mouth. His usual smirk was
The morning air was crisp, the scent of pine and damp earth filling Eve’s senses as she stepped outside her chambers. The remnants of the previous night’s celebration lingered in the form of empty goblets and discarded garlands, but the warmth of victory was short-lived.At her doorstep lay a bloodstained wolf fang, its sharp edge gleaming in the dim morning light. Beside it, scrawled in dark, crude letters on a piece of torn parchment, was a single word:“Beware.”Eve’s stomach twisted as she knelt to pick up the message. The blood was still fresh.Luca and Damien were at her side in an instant. Damien’s gaze darkened as he examined the fang. "This isn’t just a threat," he muttered. "This is a warning."Luca ran a hand through his hair, tension rippling through his stance. "We took down the Elders. Who else would still be after us?"Eve tightened her grip on the parchment. "Maybe we were wrong to assume they were the only threat."Damien’s jaw clenched. "Then we need to find out who
The war room was thick with tension. Eve stood at the head of the long wooden table, her hands gripping its edges as she took in the arguing voices around her.Luca and Damien were at odds once again.“We can’t rush into this blindly,” Luca insisted, his voice firm, his golden eyes dark with concern. “Whoever sent that warning—they want us to act without thinking. We need to fortify our borders and gather more intelligence before making any moves.”Damien scoffed, leaning forward with his hands braced against the table. “Waiting will get us killed. The longer we sit on our hands, the more time our enemies have to strike first. We need to move now.”The other council members murmured, their expressions split between the two Alphas’ differing opinions. Eve closed her eyes for a brief moment, forcing down her frustration.“Enough.” Her voice cut through the room like a blade, silencing everyone.When she opened her eyes, both Luca and Damien were watching her.“We don’t have the luxury o
The dungeon was cold, the damp scent of stone and blood lingering in the air. Eve stepped forward, her boots echoing against the stone floor as she approached the iron bars. Inside, the rogue lay slumped against the wall, his breathing shallow, his bruises dark against his pale skin. Despite his weakened state, his eyes burned with something unsettling.Luca and Damien flanked her, their presence a silent warning to the prisoner. But it wasn’t them he focused on—it was Eve.“You finally came,” the rogue rasped, a smirk tugging at his split lip. “We’ve waited for you, Queen.”Eve stiffened. “What do you mean?”The rogue chuckled, a dry, painful sound. “You wear the chains of the past. But will you break them… or let them bind you?”Her pulse quickened. She had heard that phrase before—in her nightmares, in whispers carried by the wind.“Who are the Forgotten?” she demanded.But before he could answer, his body convulsed violently. Foam spilled from his lips, his eyes rolling back as he
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