Damian’s POV.I stood, staring at the fading moon, almost in its crescent shape detailing the end of the month. Winter was coming soon, and that was the most trying period for a group of werewolf without sustainable means of feeding.“Looks like we have our hands filled,” Elsa said as she stood next to me.I chuckled as I turned towards her, watching her milky face from the silver glow of the moon. She was as beautiful as she was as the first day I saw her. “You are the Luna, and your decision concerning the pack is final.”She threw me a smile before she faced the ground, kicking at the gravel on the ground. “Do you think I am doing the right thing?”“A good thing is always the right thing,” I said as I nudged her, pulling her attention back to me.She smiled, swaying her body from my push. “You said you had something to tell me.”I swallowed heard, feeling my heartbeat increase in my chest. “Yeah.”“Well, I’m here right now and I want to know,” she said with a smile.“You remember w
Elsa’s POV.Morning came faster than I had expected. Damian was at my door, knocking as opposed to his usual barging into my room.“Has he passed the message?” I asked as I washed my face with the water in the room.“We’ll never know if we don’t go to the meeting room,” Damian said as he handed me a towel to clean my face.I heaved a deep breath as I cleaned, walking ahead of him to the meeting room. We had to find a bigger hall in the castle, as the old one could not contain over four hundred people.Everyone looked at me as I stood in front of them, waiting for me to speak. I stared at Damian, with my heart still pounding from the news I shared with him.“I know we are still getting to know each other,” I said as I looked around the people with staring. “But we are yet to fight our greatest battle.”“What are the issues, Luna? We have survived far worse winters if this is about the food rations,” someone said from the crowd, with everyone agreeing with him.“I wish it was something
Elsa’s POV I stood in front of my men, my first time as the leader of an attack. Everyone knew I was the one with the alpha’s blood running through my being.Damian came by my side, staring into the distance with me. “Do you think you have to lead the group to a war?”I turned to face him, understanding his fear towards the situation even when I overcame the hurdles hindering my abilities and we discovered we were mates. “I have to do it for our group. We are almost like a pack, and a threat to every pack out there.”“I just found you, and I’m afraid I’d lose you once this war begins,” he said, lowering his head.I smiled as I turned to face him, holding his head in my hand. “There is nothing to fear here,” I said, raising his head to stare at me."“It’s just......”I closed his lips with a kiss, pulling away with a sigh. “We have a battle we have to win, or else we can never be together. Another alpha comes, and will take me from you when he discovers I have alpha blood in my veins.
Elsa’s POV He laughed as he saw me climb out from the treeline. “You are a growing pack and your first leader is a Luna instead of an alpha?” He asked with a chuckle. “It seems two hundred men were more of a hassle if I needed to take you out.”“Does it really matter who is the leader of a pack?” I asked as I moved forward, feeling Damian and Dennis move together with me He shook his head like he never heard my words, moving closer as well. “Caspian told me he asked you all to join my pack, but you refused, and yet you stole from me members who would like to join my pack.”“We never stole from you, alpha Hector,” I said, addressing his title to let him know I was not in the mood for a speech.“That is not what I heard,” he said as he looked back at his men. “Caspian!”I remembered this face as he stepped forward. Twice we had met, and twice we had forced him on his heels to his master.“Is this the motley crew you said stole over a hundred werewolves from you while decimating a hund
Elsa’s POVI stood before my men, for the very first time as their leader after the attack. It was no news that I had the alpha blood in me, as everyone memorized that atbthe back of their palm, and today of all days, the need arose for me to prove myself. Damian, always the supportive mate, stood hard by my side, though worried, but also determined. "Do you think it's really necessary for you to lead the group to a war at this stage?" he asked, his voice evident with worry concern.I spurned around to face him, sensing his fear despite all we'd overcome together. “I really have to. At least, consider it for our group, and also for our survival. We are almost a full blown pack, and that also came with its own disadvantage as our survival now pose as a threat to every almost every pack out there.”He sighed in frustration as he lowered his head. "I just did my best to found you, Elsa. I'm scared I’ll lose you to the cold hands of death when this war starts."My smile widened as I c
The BattleDennis bowed in respect and rushed out almost immediately to carry out my orders. The forest surrounding us, fortunately showed signs of holding its breath as we made preparations for the battle that is unavoidable. Not quite long, the attackers from the rival pack stormed in. Counting the number randomly, I noticed a hundred men were present. The information from our scouts came out right.“The great Alpha Hector,” the men that just arrived called out in reverence as a huge figure emerged with authority. "Is that what the man is called, Hector?" I asked Dennis in a whisper.Dennis replies, “That's the rude and most callous unforgiving, and power hungry alpha of Night Howler.”Alpha Hector's voice was heard echoing deep in the forest in mockery. "Who dares come out to be in charge here?"I swallowed an invisible lump that magically formed on my throat. And I knew for sure that this moment, was mine to shine.“If by your silence it means you do not have a leader, then your
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
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