The air grew cold. The distant thrum of traffic and the occasional murmur of people walking by created an atmosphere. Streetlights spilled pools of golden light onto the quiet street where Hadzen and Hannah now stood. Hannah was slowing down, stumbling on a loose cobblestone, catching herself with a wince. She sighed, exhausted, rubbing her throbbing foot."Hadzen," she muttered, her voice barely audible. "My feet. I can't walk anymore."He regarded her, his pale blue eyes narrowing slightly. He did not utter a word but instead glanced at her face; her eyes drooped down with tiredness, her hair clung to the shining forehead that was covered in thin ridges of sweat. His jaw clenched hard, but he did not scold her. Instead, he motioned toward a bench that sat nearby."Sit there and rest," he barked, his voice tough but not ungentle. Hannah nodded happily and shuffled over, dropping down onto the wooden bench. The moment she lay back, her body let go of all tension, and her eyelids close
The car slowed to stop before a grand mansion; stone façade drenched in golden light by the ornate fixtures that ran along the length of the driveway. Amara stepped out first, heels clicking confidently against the marble steps. She looked round at Hadzen and Hannah, who emerged from the car with a fatigue embrace around them both.Get yourselves comfortable," Amara said, sweeping her hand wide as she ushered them through the enormous double doors. Inside, it was lavishly appointed, high ceilings being set off with sparkling crystal chandeliers, marble floors under the lighting gleaming to perfection. Portraits of Amara's family dotted the walls, and the house gave off airs of money that bordered on ostentation.The maid bustled around preparing a grand dining table, full of all manners of dishes: roasted meats, steaming bowls of soup, crunchy salads, and freshly baked bread. The smell rose high, making Hannah's stomach growl loud, despite the previous steamed buns meal. She caught Am
It was a pale gray sky, with the last suggestions of dawn barely beginning to paint the horizon. Hadzen and Hannah emerged from the grand entrance of the mansion, their footsteps echoing across the marble steps. Amara followed behind him, an unreadable expression on her face, curving her lips into a practiced smile."You know," Amara called out, trailing behind them as they made their way across the expansive front lawn, "you can stay here as long as you want. My parents are away for the week, so it's no trouble."Hadzen didn't spare her a glance. His grip on Hannah's hand tightened, and he quickened his pace, practically dragging his sister along. "We're out," he said coldly. "Thank you, but we're leaving."Hannah glanced back at Amara, her mismatched eyes wide and sincere. "Thanks, Amara," she said, waving with her free hand. "See you soon!" There was real gratitude in her voice, but she had to hurry to catch up with her brother, who was already marching toward the edge of the prope
Leo's eyes came alight with dark amusement at the sight of Hadzen and Hannah standing guardatively before him, their anger and fear pouring out of every pore in their bodies. His smile warped into something that was almost gleeful-a predator savoring the fear and anger radiating from his prey."I won't hurt you two," he said, his voice a silky promise of dread. "Not yet, anyway. But them." He let his gaze drift to the two humans who had been stupid enough to follow him. "They are not excluded."One moment Leo was there; the next he had disappeared, his form dissolving into shadowy mist. The next instant found Ralph letting out a terrified, strangled cry as he yanked off the ground. He was flung through the air, his limbs flailing wildly, before crashing into the sprawling boughs of a towering tree. Leaves and twigs rained down around him as he tumbled to the forest floor, groaning in pain.She never had time to scream before Leo materialized beside her, one hand clamping around her th
The wind carried scent of pine needles and earth over the aftermath of fear and adrenaline. Hadzen cradled an injured Hannah in his arms, his eyes holding onto Amara's. Ralph groaned, clutching his ribs as he tried to find his balance, with Amara's heart pounding hard in her chest.What was with that creep?" Amara demanded, her voice cutting but laced with fear. "Do you know them?Hadzen's face was a mask of impassivity, no flicker of emotion dancing there to betray his thoughts. His eyes, cool and detached, looked at Ralph for a moment before he replied, "We do not know him." His voice was calm, almost indifferent, as if the chaos and danger they'd just faced were nothing more than a mild inconvenience.Her eyes softened as she viewed Hannah, almost unconscious. "Come on," Amara sighed, turning to lead the way. "You all can stay at my place. It's safer there.".Hadzen neither thanked her nor gave her any reassurance. He simply carried Hannah in his arms, his face unreadable, and trai
The evening was filled with a silent tension, one that seemed to cling to the air and press down on everyone. Shadows stretched long across the rooms of Amara's mansion, and the flickering glow of the lanterns served little in putting to flight the unease that had settled in after the events of the forest.Hannah was dog tired, but sleep didn't come easily. She tossed and turned on the couch in one of the guest rooms, her mind replaying the confrontation with the dark figure over and over. Finally, she drifted into a fitful slumber, and soon was consumed by bright, disturbing dreams.She stood suddenly on her balcony. The air felt thick and painfully cold, imposed upon her skin like a tense, clammy caress. From darkness, one shape separated and took form: the man they had seen earlier in her dream. His eyes glittered with secrets only he knew and promises only he could ever keep."Why run from what's inevitable?" he whispered, and his voice sent shivers down her spine."I don't unders
The sun rose gradually, casting streaks of gold throughout the woods surrounding Amara's mansion, but this had done little to lighten the tension clinging to the atmosphere like a storm cloud. Everyone was held within one of the mansion's lavishly decorated sitting rooms, and the gilded mirrors with velvet drapes seemed to insist upon the amplification of each whispered argument into a prison, entombing words and reflecting them back to the room's occupants.Ralph stood in the middle of the room, his fists clenched by his sides, frustration festering but not quite bubbling to the surface. He watched Amara pace the floor in her designer boots, their taps on the polished marble tiles like a restless rhythm of someone practicing to believe. She kept her voice down, but her anger bubbled up between them like some live wire.Why not just send them home? Ralph demanded, his voice low but heated. You don't need to keep them here, Amara. What the hell are you doing?Amara shifted toward him,
Sunbeams filtering through the windows did little to thaw the chill that had settled in the corridors of Amara's mansion. Hannah—most people knew her as Winter—paused in the hallway, her breath catching on the muffled voices drifting from the kitchen. The raised tones were unmistakable, sharp and brimming with tension, though the words themselves were indistinct. Whatever it was, the anger behind those words was clear, and a shiver ran down her spine.Hannah stood there, fists clenched in her sides, breathing, if one could call it breathing, almost as though her heart were trying to break free within the walls of her ribcage. For the first time that Hannah could remember, the kitchen-the apparent heartbeat of any home-pulsated with discord; warmth and comfort took the place of unrest in this otherwise beloved space. She could feel the weight of the argument, the frustration and hurt that hung thick in the air. Amara and Ralph fought for dominance of voice, their feelings rushing like
The glow of the ancient door receded into the darkness, and the power left it was like a protective shield over those gathered in the clearing. The door swung all the way open and a voice thundered through the silence. "Hannah!" Maxine's voice stabbed with worry; her silhouette on the dim light of the doorway.Hannah spun, and tears streamed down her face as she saw her mother step into the clearing, flanked by Alpha Alph and several members of the Hampton pack. Their presence intimidated her: strength pulsed out in waves."Mom!" Hannah called out, her voice breaking as she stumbled toward Maxine.The smirk vanished off Ronald's face the moment he laid eyes on them. He slid back one step and his boldness crumbled at the sight of a pack. His eyes darted between Maxine and Alph, the ferocious leaders who made even the sturdiest foes bend over their knees."Dammit," he cursed under his breath. With no hesitation, he ordered to the few wolves left, "Retreat!The wolves scattered like shad
The night cast an eerie stillness in the forest, but the crimson glow of the full moon was radiant as it hung low in the blood-stained sky. Its wide face cast creepy shadows on the forest floor, and the air was heavy with an impending sense of doom that neither Hadzen nor Hannah could ignore."Let's just wait here," Hadzen muttered, breaking the tense silence. His voice was gruff, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon. "We don't want to go back to that crazy woman." Hannah glanced at her brother, perplexed. "What are you talking about?"Hadzen's jaw clenched as he let out a frustrated huff. "Amara," he said begrudgingly, his mind flashing all too briefly back to her earlier antics. Her sudden kiss had caught him off guard and made him annoyed and more than a little flustered. "You know what she did earlier… never mind. It's not important."She gazed at him questioningly, then decided not to inquire any further. There was something in Hadzen's stance and the far-off look in his eyes t
The dimly lit room in the Hampton mansion was full of solemnity. Ancient artifacts in the pack's history surrounded Alpha Alph as he stood before the pedestal that housed the key. It was no ordinary key—the design was intricate, engraved with symbols of unity and strength, and it radiated a faint, mystical glow.Alph stared at it, feeling the weight of the decision crushing down on him. This was the key that could open the gates of Hampton - they had been the gates securing their territory for generations. Once opened, though, they could never be closed again: the magic that bound the gates was total; the decision was irrevocable.His hand floated over the key. **Was it the right decision?** He knew what the consequences of opening the gates meant: to let the world come in, making his pack vulnerable to enemies such as Leo. But the eclipse essence was close to awakening; Maxine needed every advantage to safeguard it.Alph's mind swirled. He could not fail her. He could not fail the fa
The moon was heavy in the sky, its silvery radiance pouring across the scorched land where Hannah and Hadzen waited. Charged air imponderable held its breath. Hadzen stood against jagged rock, his sharp eyes ranging across the ground, every muscle in his body tense. He didn't trust silence. Silence was dangerous-a precursor to chaos. Hannah sat beside him, her arms wrapped tight around her knees, eyes pinned on the door to Hampton. She could see it looming there, ancient and unyielding, its runes faintly glowing in the darkness. Hours had passed, yet no sign of the barrier opening showed in the distance. Her chest was tightening with frustration and helplessness. Hadzen's impatience she could feel like a storm, brewing up beside her. Hadzen finally broke the silence, his voice sharp and cold. "How long are we supposed to sit here? This isn't going to open itself, Hannah gazed at him but said nothing. She really had nothing to say. How would she know? That she didn't know? That she
The quiet streets of Hampton slumbered in a soft, golden light as sunset fell, old cobblestones painted with shadows. Sonia stood in the front yard of her small house, twisting the hem of her dress round and round with her fingers as her heart thudded in her chest. Across from her stood Dylan, his presence commanding and steady as always, except tonight his warmth seemed absent."You told Hannah about the human world, didn't you?" His voice wasn't loud, but the disappointment in it struck harder than any shout.Sonia looked away, guilt pooling in her chest. Her words felt small as she spoke. "I… I didn't mean to make things worse."Dylan's brow furrowed, and for a moment, he said nothing. That silence made her fidget, her fingers twisting harder at the fabric of her dress. "You do realize what you've done?" he asked finally, breaking the quiet. "Hannah already questions everything: her memories, her identity. The human world is just another baffling addition."I know!" Sonia's voice c
Quiet streets of Hampton slumbered in a soft, golden light as sunset fell, old cobblestones sketched with shadows. **Sonia** stood in the front yard of her small house with its ivy bed. She worriedly twisted the hem of her dress in her fingertips as her heart thumped in her chest at the uninvited visitor before her: **Dylan**.She'd always been that way, with the shaggy hair, warm brown eyes, and that easy smile that seemed to make the world feel lighter. He was, secretly, everything she kind of admired. Today, however, there had been no smile. Instead, his eyes were all tangled up in worry and disappointment, twisting something inside her."You told Hannah about the human world, didn't you?" Dylan's voice was low, but there was a note of reproach that cut deeper than she had expected.Sonia's shoulders slumped, and she swallowed hard, a guilty feeling creeping over her. She'd thought that surely no one would hear, that she could keep this slip of the tongue to herself. But here stood
Storm clouds hung over Hampton, heavy and thick with an ominous darkness, as if nature herself had paused for breath at what was to come. The night approaching had a heavy smell of wetness; Alpha Alph stood before the entrance of his stronghold with hands clenched at his sides. His look, normally unremitting, was marred with worry as tension strangled the air.Beside him, **Maxine** was as disturbed. She stood tall, but a trembling in her hands belied the fear that she was fighting to keep at bay. Her eyes, golden like the rising sun, were fixed on the horizon, where the moon began to rise. The light that filtered through the clouds had a reddish tint-an ominous sign of the coming Eclipse.They're not back yet," she said, breaking the silence. Her voice was tight and raw with worry. "Hadzen and Hannah… they're still out there and the Eclipse is coming. If we can't bring them back in time…With a sharp exhalation, Alpha Alph's jaw worked: he was fighting to keep his own voices back. "T
### Chapter 59: Fragments of the PastThe darkness of night was making the forest grow darker, shadows stretching long and thin across the mossy ground. Hannah breathed softly. The mist of her breath was visible in the cold air. Every rustle of the leaves or crack of the twig went through Hannah like a shiver of anticipation. Her senses felt heightened, her nerves raw, as though the very forest was holding its breath.They had walked for what felt like hours, the silence between them heavy but not uncomfortable. Hannah's thoughts churned- replaying it all: The argument, the kiss she'd witnessed, and just how Hadzen had reached out and pulled her away from it all. His grip still gentle, even now, though he'd released her once they were far enough to have perhaps avoided the whole debacle.Hannah swallowed, staring at the back of Hadzen's head. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were focused forward, but his brows creased across his face in concern. It was as if he could feel the tempes
The faint light in the luxurious mansion thrown by Amara made long shadows on the walls, and the room spun a little as she entered the **sala** stumbling under the grip of half an empty bottle of the expensive whiskey. The earlier argument with Ralph was still echoing in her mind. The sorrow and frustration of hurt played in her mind as a broken record that would not let her sleep. She had made him go home, needing to be left alone, needing to douse herself in the numbing abuace of alcohol.Amara crashed onto the plush velvet couch, her designer dress rumpled and makeup slightly smudged. She forced a laugh, took another swig, this time savoring the burn as it chased the ache in her chest away. "Screw it," she muttered under her breath, then fell back on the couch and closed her eyes.The muffled footfalls made her crack an eye open. It took a moment in her haze to process what she was seeing. **Hannah** and **Hadzen** were moving almost silently towards the front door, their movements