DAMIAN’S POVI never thought Elsa would think of me like that. I was only trying to protect her from wrecking havoc mistakenly; I was only trying to be the best advisor she could ever have. “There’s nothing to think about,” Dennis voice crawled along the walls, hitting me unexpectedly. “What are you doing here?” I questioned as his shadow lingered behind me. “Is it bad to check up on your fellow pack member? I mean, you’re brooding over the Luna for no reason.”“No reason, I’m her closest friend,” I uttered, feeling the urge to battle it out with him.“Her closest friend? From my perception of things, I’m thinking otherwise.” A smirk appeared on his face. He was proposing something, something I couldn’t grasp. “She’s the Luna of the pack and my close friend; what else do I have apart from that?” I played safe. “If you ask me, I’d propose a theory.” Dennis’s smirk has turned into a smile, giving him a mischievous aura. “As much as I want to hear it, I have far more things to acco
CASPIAN’S POV My eyes had become bloodshot red. Alpha Hector had once again made a perfect entrance at the worst of times. I could only wonder how he had taken the notion to arrive every time I had killed someone. Was this his power, or was this all this planned out? “What’s happening here, boys?” Hector’s thick and domineering voice bit through the solid lies I had held up in my mind. “It’s nothing, just cleaning up the room,” I concluded, trying to hide my fear. His eyes motioned skeptically around the room, looking for the perfect answer as he sniffed. I wanted to use black magic, but I needed a farther distance to ensure he doesn’t detect it. This was pretty bad. I had fallen prey to one of the most outrageous of men, and if I landed a slight whimper, I could be headed to the afterlife. “Something seems burned,” he halted looking at the bag. Raider was scared as hell; I could feel his burning desire to run and leave me behind. It was really intense. “What’s in the bag?” He l
ELSA’S POVI couldn’t stop thinking about this whole scene. Damian is always finding a way to drag poor Dennis into a fight. Isn’t he ashamed of himself? I mean, fighting your comrade for something not worth it. “I’m the victim here, Elsa,” Damian said, his eyes showing how hurt he was. He sure knew how to play pretend. “Believe me, Luna, it was not his fault. I should have let him beat me like he truly wanted to,” Dennis responded, his voice thin and giving out a sense of helplessness. “Don’t say that. Damian is the insecure one, not trusting and not being there when you need his opinions on some certain things.”.“Shall I plead on his behalf, Luna? I mean, there’s nothing in the world much worse than being hurt by a true friend. His ego might be large, but his heart is frail..”Dennis recited; I could feel it was just a shame. Maybe it was planned out by Damian to make fun of my perception of him. “It’s okay, Dennis. I will make sure he doesn’t lay even a finger on you. Trust me
CASPIAN’S POV MERIDA? What was he talking about? How could Merida be living in me? Was this some kind of joke? “There’s no Merida here. There’s only me,” I shot out, slamming my fist onto his face. “You’re going to be one hell of a thought one. But nothing a little close can’t fix,” Alpha Hector let out, his hand on my neck. “Look me in the eye, Caspian; tell me what you see.” His eyes met mine, sending shock waves into my system. I could feel his claws burrowing into my skin, tearing my flesh apart. “Get off me,” my back began to burn as blood oozed out of my body. This was it—the final moment, the time needed to successfully eliminate everyone who stood in my way. It was my time of power, my…“Merida, how about the both of us have a little chat in his mind?” Alpha Hector leveraged, slamming my head further into the ground. I could feel the dark aura emanating from my body, the ashes of the warriors whose bodies have been burned, swiveling around me. “You seem much stubborn, i
CASPIAN’S POV The rustling of the leaves and the sweet smell of nature brought us nothing more than sorrow. The thought of us being unable to complete our punishment lurks all over us. “Do you really want to do this? We both know very well that this is a suicide mission. No one ever comes out of Lake Harmante alive; not even Alpha Hector has tried it,” Raider stated as we walked through the forest. He had become concerned ever since he realized what we were truly in for. “There’s no telling what’s yet to come. The animals have all fled towards that area; that means something in that area is special and might hold great power. Don’t you just want to see those two cold-blooded on the floor?” I said, fantasizing their deaths in my mind. “Do you mean Luna Elsa and her friend Damian?” he asked.“Yes, they are the ones I’m talking about. I can’t just wait to crush their bones and make them pay for everything they’ve inflicted on me.” “I don’t think that’s the right time to be talking a
CASPIAN'S POVI had given up hope. Vash was more stronger than me and I felt my soul been drawn out of my body. It would be a matter of time before he crushes me completely. I knew it! I knew I wouldn't be able to make it in one piece. Suddenly, I felt his release on me and I fell to the ground with a loud thud. "Run! Run lord Caspian!" Raider yelled out. I looked beside me and saw him swinging his sworn around, not minding where and what he was slicing through, as who he aimed for was Vash. The loud sound of metal filled my ears. 'I can still escape. I would bring the Vela Harmento to Alpha Hector as I promised,' I said within myself."You idiot. We are leaving together," I grunted and struggled to stand. Vash suddenly caught the blade and laughed out loud, "Foolish! So foolish of you weaklings to think you could defeat me!" He growled, shaking the ground we stood on.Rider hurried and stood beside me. "This Lycan would kill us. Let's make a run for it in, one, two, three, run
Elsa's POV I ran out of my room, going with Camile to see what had happened. Whatever attacked, it was pretty serious. "Luna, please calm down," I heard Dennis called out behind me. But my mind was too occupied to think straight. Everything was happening at once. I got out and noticed the guards injured. "Who did this?" I questioned with urgency in my voice. "My lady, it was Damien," Camille answered, and stood beside me. "We tried to stop him from leaving, but he got angry and fought us."I drew my brows together, not believing her story. Damien wouldn't do something like that. "Are you sure it was Damien?" I questioned, trying to know the truth even though it might hurt.She nodded and lowered her head, "Yes my lady. He was filled with rage when he walked out. I don't think he was himself."I let out a sigh of exasperation and rubbed my neck. "It can't be," I muttered, trying to calm the nervousness seeping into me. "Let's go inside, my lady, we will find out what is going on
Elsa's POV Camile fell to the ground and the world froze for a couple of seconds. Her loud cry forced me to move again. I rushed to her and knelt down, "Oh my goodness," I cried when I saw her cloth covered in her blood. The arrow had hit her shoulder. "It hurt!" She cried. "Just stay calm. I will pull it out," I told her calmly but she shook her head and looked behind me. The werewolves who came with us were hitting the flying arrows away, to stop any of us from getting hit. The flying arrows didn't end but increased instead, giving the men a hard time hitting them off. "My lady, run away. They will come for us. Just leave!" I shook my head and looked at her living room, thinking of what to do. There was no way I was going to escape and leave my friend behind to the mercy of the tyrant alpha. It's all my fault. "Run!" She urged but I didn't bulge. "Stay still, Camille. I will try to pull it out. It would hurt so much," I instructed, ignoring her request. I wasn't going to d
Lyra's POVThe sun warmed my fur as I sat beside Elsa, watching her sleep. Her breathing was even and deep, a sign that she was healing. The dark magic that had coursed through her veins was fading, replaced by the steady pulse of life. The battle had taken its toll, leaving her weak and vulnerable, but she was strong, resilient. She would recover.The Whispering Falls, once a refuge for our scattered packs, now bustled with activity. Wolves from all corners of the forest mingled, sharing stories of the battle, mourning their losses, celebrating their victory. The air, once thick with fear and uncertainty, now vibrated with a sense of hope and renewal.The Shadow Council’s reign of terror was finally over.Damien approached, his golden eyes filled with concern. He sat beside me, his gaze fixed on Elsa’s sleeping form.“She’s strong,” I said softly, reassuring both him and myself. “She’ll pull through.”He nodded, his expression softening. “I know. She’s a fighter.”We sat in
Damien's POVThe Shadow Council leader, a grotesque parody of a wolf, lunged at Elsa, a swirling vortex of dark energy surrounding its claws. I roared, throwing myself between them, taking the full force of the blow on my shoulder. Pain exploded through my body, a searing agony that sent me sprawling.I hit the stone floor hard, the air knocked from my lungs. I struggled to breathe, my vision blurring. I could hear Elsa’s frantic cries, the snarls of the Shadow Council leader, the clash of claws and teeth. I had to get up. I had to protect her.Through the haze of pain, I saw Elsa battling the leader, her movements swift and deadly, but the leader was stronger, faster, fueled by dark magic. Its attacks were relentless, a barrage of claws and teeth that forced Elsa back, step by step.I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the throbbing pain in my shoulder. I staggered towards them, my legs shaky, my body screaming in protest. I had to do something, anything, to help her.I lunge
Elsa's POVThe air crackled with the remnants of dark magic, the stench of it clinging to the stone walls of the stronghold. My fur was matted with sweat and blood, my muscles screamed in protest, but a fierce determination burned within me. We had breached the stronghold, broken through the Shadow Council’s defenses, but the fight was far from over. We still had to face the source of their power, their leader.Damien stood beside me, his golden eyes blazing with the same fierce determination that mirrored my own. We exchanged a brief nod, a silent promise to face whatever lay ahead, together.The stronghold’s interior was a labyrinth of dark corridors and crumbling chambers. The air was heavy with the scent of decay and fear. The echoes of the battle still reverberated through the stone walls, a constant reminder of the fight raging around us.We moved cautiously, our senses alert for any sign of danger. The shadow wolves were still fighting, their resistance desperate but fut
Damien's pov The roar of the battle echoed around me, a chaotic symphony of snarls, howls, and the clash of teeth and claw. My muscles burned, my breath came in ragged gasps, but I couldn’t stop. I had to keep fighting. For Elsa. For Lyra. For our pack. For our future.My task was the most straightforward, yet arguably the most dangerous: a full-frontal assault on the main gates of Eldoria. A diversion, Lyra had called it. A necessary sacrifice to draw the Shadow Council’s forces away from Elsa and her infiltration team. I knew the odds were stacked against us, but I also knew that our survival depended on the success of this distraction.I lunged at a hulking shadow wolf, its eyes glowing with malevolent red light. Its fur bristled with dark magic, making its movements faster, its strikes harder. I ducked under a vicious swipe of its claws, my teeth sinking into its flank. It yelped in pain, but retaliated with a powerful blow that sent me sprawling.I scrambled to my feet,
Elsa's pov The Whispering Falls had become a bustling hub of activity. Packs of all shapes and sizes had answered our call, seeking refuge from the Shadow Council’s tyranny. The air, once filled with the tranquil sound of rushing water, now buzzed with the murmur of voices, the clatter of paws on stone, and the occasional excited yip of a pup.I watched from a high ledge overlooking the falls, a sense of pride swelling in my chest. We had done it. We had united the packs. Damien stood beside me, his gaze sweeping over the assembled wolves, a small smile playing on his lips.“It’s…remarkable,” I breathed, still slightly awestruck by the sheer number of wolves gathered below.Damien nodded. “Lyra was right. Together, we are strong.”But even with our newfound strength, a heavy weight settled in my stomach. Uniting the packs was only the first step. The Shadow Council still posed a formidable threat, and we needed a plan, a strategy to defeat them.“What’s next?” I asked, turning
Elsa's povMy paws ached, every muscle screamed in protest, but I couldn't stop. We had to keep moving. Damien, just ahead of me, glanced back, his golden eyes filled with concern. "Elsa, we need to rest," he said, his voice low and rough.I shook my head, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Not yet. We have to reach the Whispering Falls before nightfall."The Whispering Falls. Our last hope. Lyra had told us about it, a hidden sanctuary deep within the mountains, a place where the Shadow Council couldn't reach us. It was a long and dangerous journey, but it was our only option. The Shadow Council had regrouped, stronger and more determined than ever. They had driven us from our home, scattered our pack. We were on the run, desperate to find a safe haven.We pushed onward, the forest floor a blur of green and brown. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The silence was broken only by the crunch of leaves beneath our paws and the occasional call of a bird.
The aftermath of the battle was a tapestry of exhaustion and exhilaration. The clearing, once a scene of chaotic violence, now bore the quiet scars of conflict. The scent of blood mingled with the crisp night air, a stark reminder of the price of victory. The pack, though weary and wounded, moved with a newfound sense of purpose. They had stared into the abyss and emerged triumphant.Damien, leaning heavily on his sword, surveyed the scene. Elsa stood beside him, her hand resting on his arm, her presence a silent source of strength. The mysterious woman, her face etched with fatigue, watched the pack with a quiet intensity."We have much to do," Damien said, his voice hoarse. The immediate task was tending to the wounded. Several warriors had sustained serious injuries, and the pack’s healers worked tirelessly, their hands glowing with a soft, healing light.The mysterious woman, whom they now knew as Lyra, approached Damien. “The Shadow Council is scattered, but not defeated
The days that followed were filled with a sense of unease. The pack had never felt so vulnerable, and the knowledge that there were more powerful enemies lurking in the shadows weighed heavily on everyone's minds.Damien and Elsa spent their days training the pack warriors, preparing them for the battles to come. They knew that they couldn't afford to be complacent. They had to be ready for anything.One evening, as the sun began to set, a lone figure approached the pack's territory. The warriors were on high alert, their weapons drawn."Who goes there?" Damien called out, his voice booming across the clearing.The figure stopped and raised its hands in a gesture of peace."It's me," the woman said. "I've come to bring you news."Damien and Elsa exchanged a surprised glance. They had not expected to see the woman again so soon."What news?" Damien asked, his voice cautious."I've learned more about the ones who are coming for you," the woman said. "They are called the Shadow Council,
The woman stood in the shadows, watching Alaric disappear into the distance. Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger crossing her features."He'll pay for what he's done," she muttered under her breath.Turning, she looked towards the mouth of the cave where Damien, Elsa, and Dennis had fled. A faint smile played on her lips."They're safe, for now," she said. "But this is far from over."She raised her staff, and a swirling vortex of energy opened up before her. With a determined stride, she stepped into the vortex and vanished, leaving only a faint echo of her words hanging in the air.Meanwhile, in the Crescent Moon pack...Damien carried Elsa through the forest, her head resting against his chest. Dennis followed close behind, his senses alert for any sign of danger."Are you alright?" Damien asked, his voice filled with concern.Elsa nodded weakly. "I'm just tired," she said. "And shaken.""We're almost there," Damien assured her. "Just a little further."They continued their journ