Elisa’s POVI gaze at Damien softly as I gently dab the wet clothe against his wound, he hisses and I make my dabs lighter, my heart heavy seeing him in pain.“Is there a problem?” I hear him ask and my eyes met his, already welling with tears. I shake my head trying to withhold my tears but he instead pulls me closer into a hug.I feel my shoulders drop and I succumb into his embrace. It was so warm.He finally pulls from the hug and faces me, his eyes softening as they met with mine. “Tell me El, is there a problem?”I sigh and look to the side, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. “Nothing.. I just.. I was scared.”A smile spread on Damien's lips. “Scared that I'd have been brutally killed?” Hearing this, I immediately slap his chest and he bursts into a light chuckle.“Don't say it that way you brat.” I said and stood up, walking towards the cupboard to get a pair a clean clothes he is meant to change into.I'm suddenly pulled by the arm by Damien and I land on his chest with a light
Elsa’s POVDennis’s hesitation sends a shiver down my veins, and I sense something is amiss. His eyes lock onto mine, filled with concern, but he wouldn't speak. “Are you going to talk? Or are you going to stare at me all day?” I asked, my voice dripping with force. “I can't hide anything from you can I?” Dennis says.“No, you can't. Not after you call me with that tone,” I respond, with the sassiest tone I could mutter. “Dennis,” I called. “Luna,” he answered and continued talking. “Luna, we've received reports of a strange occurrence near the eastern border,” he begins, his voice filled with an unmistakable urgency. My instincts kick in, and I feel my senses heighten. “What kind of occurrences? Dennis!” I press, my curiosity itching every part of my nerves. Dennis's expression turns grave. His lips give way to something I didn't expect. “Our scouts have reported some findings. Some abandoned campsites and a few of the scouts have spotted shadowy figures lurking around the woo
Elisa’s POV: “No,” I answer and leave. “You know you can't make it!” Caspian sneers. “I have what it takes to pull you and your wretched pack down,” Caspian continues. “This is far from over! You can't win!” He continues yelling and I turn to answer him.“Oh, but I already have,” I answer with my best cold smile. “You can leave when you're done barking. We don't accept loud people in our gathering,” I speak, serving him my best firm look with a death glare. Caspian scoffs, and growls. His eyes registering defeat as I put him in his place. He turns to look around and his eyes dance at the sight of something.I turn my head slowly to follow his gaze as I see Damian, still recovering in the shadows. What is he doing there? Caspian better not touch him.“Isn't that your precious mate?” Caspian taunts. “The dumb one,” Caspian continues.I remain silent, ignoring his snarky remarks. Caspian men laugh, enjoying whatever Caspian was doing.“I heard he is quite dispensable. Useless, an
Elisa's POV:We move carefully through the abandoned mine, our hasty footsteps echoing off the damp walls. “Shh, be quiet,” I tell everyone as we walk through. “Keep your eyes open and watcha head,” I remind them as we walk. Pheona continues to lead the way. “Stay close. We are almost there,” she whispers.She takes a corner, and we all follow, and the sound of murmured voices grows louder. I signal for everyone to stop with my hand high above my head. “We're close,” I say, my voice still low, careful not to give away our position.Damian nods; our wolf senses alert. I watch Damian scan the shadows as if he sensed something. Dennis moves forward, his ears pressed against the wall with his hands supporting his weight. “What do you hear?” I ask, not ready to move without a clear spot given.Dennis signals with his hands, and he listens carefully. His wolf activated as his eyes glowed. He starts talking, his eyes still pressed on the wall. “I can hear Caspian. He's addressing his p
Elsa's POV:I keep running as fast as my legs carry me, my heart pounding. I see Dennis finally change into his wolf and run with Damian.Satisfied, I looked away and continued to run, ensuring that every one of Caspian's packs was hot on my heels. Their growls and snarls fill the forest.“Split up!” I hear one of them shout. “Oh no,” I mutter as I keep running. They couldn't split up now. “Anyone who captures her gets a reward!” The same voice yells, and I quicken my pace. I summon my wolf as I move to the left, narrowly avoiding a trap hole and some snapping jaws. Caspian's pack was very close to my trail. I keep dodging the werewolves easily as I scramble through the bushes. “Surround her!” I hear Caspian yell.I listen to my wolf senses, letting them guide me through the paths. Suddenly, a werewolf leaps from the shadows, tackling me to the ground. How did I not sense him?His weight hard on me as I struggle. His grip strong and not breaking.“Gotcha Luna. Now, I can have my
Damian's POVI run alongside Elsa, our pack following closely behind. We continue running through the forest trees, paws pounding against the earth. Elsa finally transformed into her wolf form, her wolf larger and leading the way.We run together out of Hector's territory, and his pack closely chases behind. Elsa's wolf is leading the way. Her smell is a distracting scent of sweat and blood. I see Pheona's wolf waiting at the entrance as we approach our castle. Elsa howls, and we follow. The security guard opens the gate, and our pack pours in.I begin to search after I have gotten in to see Elsa's wolf, who is not by my side. Where was she? I turn around to see her outside the gate. My heart beats when I notice Hector's huge wolf coming for her. She slid in the gate before it was shut, and Hector's angry growl followed. He had almost broken the rule of not crossing one's territory.Elsa transforms into her human form, and fresh clothes are immediately given to her. She quickly dre
Damian’s POV:He laughs, his voice taunting and annoying to my ears."You're just in time to witness the beginning of the end," he sneers.My grip on the dagger tightens."It's over," I snarl.Caspian chuckles. "I doubt that, pretty boy.”Caspian growls, his eyes glowing, and attacks, and in one swift movement, I swing the knife at him. The sharp blade slashing with the light of the moon.“Damian,” a faint voice calls, distracting me. “Damian,” the voice comes again, but louder this time. “Damian,” I hear the voice call me. “Dennis,” I whisper, my voice breaking and suddenly the dark room turns into the passageway to my chambers.I glance at the flame, standing in confusion as the figure behind me comes forward, revealing Dennis.“Are you okay?” He asks I look at him and back at my door. Dennis walks closer to me and places his hand on my shoulder.I look down at the dagger in my hand, and fear rushes through my body.“Remember, Hector is coming for you. All of you, Damian. There'
Damian's POV: The servants leave as I finish my bath and wear the clothes laid on the bed. I zip up my pants, feeling refreshed after the warm bath. As I put my shirt over my head, my eyes catch the claw mark on my hand. I stare at it in surprise.It hasn't fully healed.I've never had wounds take this long to heal before. I touch the mark, and it stings."What's going on?" I mutter to myself.Groaning, I realize the pain is a new thing, too. I start feeling dizzy, and my temperature rises, making me feel hot. I wipe the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. The heat keeps making me thirsty, and my throat burns. I rush to the table, stumbling as my hand lands on the top of the wooden furniture. I grab the cup of water, my hand shaking wildly.I quickly drink the water in one gulp, feeling the cold liquid calm my parched throat. I rush to the bathtub, my head spinning as I kneel and push my head deep into the cold water for a few seconds. My eyes glow as my wolf senses he
Damien’s POVThe morning sun broke through the canopy, scattering golden light across the clearing. It was as if the forest itself had exhaled after so many months of tension. I stood at the edge of the camp, watching as the pack moved about, their steps lighter than they had been in weeks. Conversations were punctuated with laughter, and there was a spark of life in their eyes. For the first time in what felt like forever, hope wasn’t just a distant dream—it was here, tangible and alive.But even as I took in the scene, my instincts remained sharp. The Shadow Council was gone, but their remnants—the shadow wolves—still posed a threat. Callan’s warning from the Northern Ridge had lingered in my mind since the day he arrived. The shadow wolves were regrouping, recruiting smaller, defenseless packs.We’d formed an alliance with the Northern Ridge pack and two others since then. Together, we had created a network of patrols, shared resources, and fortified borders. It wasn’t perfect, but
Elsa’s POVThe forest was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves in the cool night breeze. The campfire in the center of the clearing had dimmed to glowing embers, casting soft shadows on the ground. Most of the pack had retired for the night, their exhaustion from the day’s events finally catching up with them.But I couldn’t sleep.The weight of everything sat heavy on my chest—the lives lost, the responsibilities waiting for me, and the knowledge that the shadow wolves weren’t truly gone. Tonight, I felt like the battle had only shifted, morphing into something more insidious.I stood at the edge of the camp, staring out into the dark expanse of trees. The silence should have been comforting, but it only amplified the noise in my head.“Elsa.”I turned at the sound of Damien’s voice. He approached me quietly, his golden eyes glowing softly in the dim light. He looked as tired as I felt, but his presence carried a steadiness that I desperately needed.“You should be resting,” he sai
Damien’s POVThe aftermath of the battle hung heavy in the air, even as the light of dawn painted the forest in shades of gold and amber. Wolves moved through the clearing, tending to the wounded and collecting the bodies of the fallen. There was no celebration, only quiet resolve and somber reflection.Elsa stood near the falls, her silver hair catching the soft light of morning. She was staring out at the water, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. From where I stood, I could see the weight pressing down on her shoulders, the burden of every decision she had made in the last few weeks.I wanted to go to her, to tell her she didn’t have to bear it all alone, but I hesitated. Elsa had always been strong—resilient in a way that inspired everyone around her. But now, her strength seemed to be tearing at her, leaving her raw and vulnerable.Lyra appeared at my side, her quiet presence grounding me. She looked as exhausted as the rest of us, her dark hair falling loose over her should
Elsa's POV Echoes of the Scout's ominous words in my mind suddenly a warning that makes my blood run incredibly cold. Dark silhouettes of wolves emerge from murky twilight shadows. Even after the fall of Shadow Council dark remnants lingered silently beneath the surface waiting for the perfect moment to launch a surprise attack. Damien stood tall beside me, his golden eyes sharp and intensely focused underneath dim lighting. Darkness surrounded us and murky silhouettes murmured softly beneath faint moonlight that filtered through icy night air. I drew a deep breath inward slowly forcing myself to remain calm. They require my leadership skills now rather than see me utterly fail.“How far are they?” Damien asked the scout, his tone clipped.Damien asked the scout how far they were, his voice low and curt suddenly.“A mile or two… maybe less. Scout staggered forward slowly, exhaustion making his legs wobble badly under him.“We need to act quickly. A mile roughly or maybe a bit less than
Damien's povThe moon hangs high above trees beneath a silver glow that spreads over camp. Whispering Falls murmured softly beyond a nearby hill, its gentle hum soothing my frazzled mind completely. Tonight peace felt eerily distant somehow. I stood near the edge of a clearing watching wolves from various packs work together in a surprisingly harmonious fashion. It was a sight I never thought I'd see yet here it was somehow holding strong under circumstances. Elsa sat by fire, her head resting deeply in her hands surrounded by faint shadows. She looked utterly spent beneath the weight of all we worked tirelessly toward which pressed heavily on her narrow shoulders. Tension abruptly seized my chest upon catching sight of her faintly smiling face. She lugged an absurd amount more than anyone should bear. I moved silently across open space, my footsteps deliberately slow. As I reached her suddenly her pale blue eyes reflected flickering flames in dim light.“You’re supposed to be resting,
Elsa’s POVThe forest was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle wind. The calm was deceptive, though—it felt as if the world was holding its breath, waiting for the next challenge to unfold. I stood by the edge of the Whispering Falls, my fingers trailing through the cold water. Familiarity stared back at me from a face that looked somewhat different now somehow. My face had sharp cheekbones, a stubborn jaw and eyes that gave away pretty much everything but weight in my gaze felt different now. The battles, the loss, the responsibilities, they had all left their mark.“Elsa.”I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. I didn't need to turn around abruptly in a swift motion knowing full well it was Elsa standing behind me. Damien's voice remained steadily present, somehow grounding me deeply in unexpected ways.“You’ve been quiet today,” he said softly, his golden eyes studying me.He walked up beside me, his footsteps silent on the damp grass. He spoke softly, his
Elsa's POVThe morning air felt crisp beneath Elsa's face, it made her inhale deeply just feel alive. Most wolves remained still deeply exhausted from a long night's intense running beneath a dark moon. Tension in the air had lessened somewhat but a long way remained before peace settled eerily over everyone slowly. I stood at the edge of the clearing watching sunlight spill slowly through trees in the morning's warm golden light. Vivid moments reminded me why we fought passionately under incredibly difficult circumstances. Beauty of the forest and the promise of a new day was utterly worth fighting for with every ounce of strength.“Couldn’t sleep?” Damien’s voice came from behind me, low and steady.Damien's voice emerged from somewhere behind low and eerily steady as he murmured couldn't sleep. I turned seeing him walk toward me, his golden eyes warm beneath exhaustion etched deeply into his rugged features slowly. He looked pretty rough somehow but that wasn't surprising.“I needed
Damien's povDarkness swirled around me like murky fog as I navigated camp with senses heightened extremely. War finally ended but the forest still reeled deeply beneath dark eerie shadows. Scars on land and wounds on wolves were exacerbated by a fragile thread of trust holding packs together somewhat precariously now. Every step felt like balancing precariously on a knife's edge and I couldn't shake the feeling that one wrong move would send us all tumbling back into utter chaos suddenly. I found Elsa near the edge of her silhouette, outlined by the glow of the rising sun overhead slowly. She stood with arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the horizon as if searching fairly intently for answers somehow out there. Wind whimsically danced around her head tugging at stray locks but she remained frozen somehow unable to brush them aside slowly.“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked, stepping closer.Couldn't sleep. I stepped really close and asked softly,“Too much on my mind.”I nodded, coming to stand be
Elsa's POVElsa's perspective reveals battle aftermath settles deep within her chest as heaviness makes breathing incredibly difficult somehow. I stood at the edge of Whispering Falls where rushing water seemed ridiculously loud, drowning out faint murmurs of wolves downstream. Cool spray touched my face grounding me briefly beneath a clear blue sky. War had finally come crashing down. Remnants of Shadow Council fled or fallen and forest belonged solely back our way now. Victory felt somewhat hollow somehow. Numerous lives were lost under exceedingly dire circumstances. Numerous faces would slip forever from my sight suddenly.“Elsa.”I turned to see Damien approaching. Damien emerged from darkness behind me. He moved silently with a fluidity that hid his evident fatigue.“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant.“Tired,” I admitted. “And… lost.”He stepped closer, his hand brushing against mine before he took it fully. His golden eyes locked onto mine and we stoo