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
Damien's povI made a terrible mistake by embarking on the journey alone, but the thought of doing it for a friend, pushed me forward. Besides, it wasn't just for Melinda sake, but also for Elsa's. Even though I was mad at her for not trusting me enough, I felt angry seeing her stressed with everything going on and suddenly, Melinda's situation. I had to agree to go on the mission alone. But when I stomped out of Melinda's room, it suddenly felt as if everywhere went dark for a few minutes and the next time I opened my eyes, I had gone away from the pack house. It was so dark and I was locked up in a cage, with no where to escape to. I had no idea what had happened or if something happened within that few minutes I was locked up. I had so many questions but the mission at hand was important as Melinda had lesser days to live.I looked ahead and let out a deep sigh. The lake was still far away and I had to reach there before the solstice. I went on the journey, going deeper into t
Damien's POV Damien!" I heard a voice called out to me that sounded so much lile Elsa. I couldn't open my eyes. I laid flat on the floor, weakened and out of breath. "Damien" The person called again but the voice was distant. I heard footsteps running towards me and someone fell beside me. "Damien!" The voice called to me for the third time. This time loud and clear. It wasn't Elsa's voice but a familiar voice I recognized immediately. I forced my eyes opened a bit and saw it was Dennis kneeling beside me. Relieve seeped into me, seeing him again. He looked behind him, probably at the monster, which got me wondering what he did to him. "You will be alright. We will take you back to the pack house so you will get treated," he said to me but I quickly gripped his hand, using as much strength as I could get. "No… we… we need to… Melinda," I reminded with a stammer. He drew his brows and help me up, resting my back against the tree beside us. "Are you thinking about getting the V
Caspian's POV The night before…Just as I suspected, someone was watching me. He was standing right before me. His face was covered in darkness and the aura around him was overwhelming. His eyes was like a bottomless pit, aiming to lock anyone it sets on.He was in his human form, but his presence made me shiver. Goosebumps crawled over me. Everything about him got me frightened. Vash looked mightier than him, but I wasn't as frightened with Vash as I was with this stranger."Who… who are you?" I questioned, with fear evidence in my voice.I tried to move back and run, but I was stuck on that spot. It felt as if I lost control of my body or he was involved in me been frozen."I am your saviour," He replied in a powerful, baritone voice.I gulped down nervously, trying to remember where I had heard the voice from. It sounded familiar. While still trying to recall, he said, distracting me, "I can help you and make you powerful," He offered. There was something about him that I recog
Marcus POV No matter what, Damien shouldn't get the plant. If he does, I will lose all connection with Melinda and Caspian.Melinda was my main source to get to Caspian. At first, I wanted to use her alone. I wanted to use her to defeat the Werewolves who were my greatest enemy, but she was fighting me strongly. I found out her dark magic is inside Caspian and he turned out to be the perfect vessel. Melinda was at war to get disconnected from me, and the Vela Harmento would help her win. I hate that plant and my aim was to crush it down until every last of it. But unfortunately, it grows back at every solstice."Go ahead, take over and let me win," he said, giving me the go ahead to take control of his body. My lips curled up into a smile as I took over immediately, "As you wish." I took over, making him as my vessel.Handling Damien would be easy, I concluded. I stood up and cracked my hands with my gaze fixed on him. He was taken aback by my sudden recovery, but he quickly posi
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