Rockan Hours passed, and finally, Denera began to stir. Her eyelids fluttered, and she let out a soft groan. Relief washed over me, and I squeezed her hand gently."Denera," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.Her eyes slowly opened, confusion giving way to recognition. "Rockan?" she murmured."I'm here," I said, my heart aching with love and worry. "You're safe."She tried to sit up, but I gently pushed her back down. "Rest," I said. "You've been through a lot.""What happened?" she asked, her voice weak."You were sick," I explained. "But you're going to be fine now."She looked at me, her eyes searching mine. "Thank you, Rockan."I kissed her forehead, my emotions threatening to overwhelm me. "Just rest now. We'll talk later."She nodded, her eyes drifting shut again. I stayed by her side, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Adriana's revelation had changed everything. I needed to learn more about Denera's past, to understand her abilities. But for now, all that mattered was th
Denera I sat in the steaming bath, my hands resting on the edge as I stared down at them, still trying to process what happened the last few days. The warm water lapped at my skin, but I barely felt its soothing caress, my focus entirely consumed by the realization that I possessed the power to heal."Healers..." I whispered, the word foreign on my tongue. I had heard the stories, of course - tales of werewolves blessed with the extra ability to mend wounds and cure ailments of other people than themselves with the mere touch of their hands. But to think that I, of all people, was one of them... it was almost too much to comprehend.Closing my eyes, I tried to recall the moment when it happened, when the flickering pain in my side had suddenly faded, replaced by a surge of warmth. "What does this mean and why am I just realizing it?" I wondered, my brow furrowing as I contemplated the implications. My gaze drifted towards the door, and a twinge of worry tugged at my heart. “Where
DeneraGranny Yeneva let out an exasperated sigh, her brow furrowed in frustration as she watched me stumble through the dance steps yet again. "One, two, three. One, two, three..." she hummed, shaking her head."You missed a step. Again," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance.I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. This was the umpteenth time I had failed to get the dance right, and Granny Yeneva's patience was wearing thin."I'm sorry, Granny Yeneva," I said, my voice meek. "I told you earlier that dancing isn't my forte, but you insisted it was a vital part of the Luna ceremony."Granny Yeneva pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing as she studied me. "It's a simple dance, child," she said, her tone sharp. "If you would just put your mind and heart into it, you'd have it down in no time."I swallowed hard, the weight of her words settling heavily on my shoulders. "I'm trying, Granny Yeneva, I really am. But it's just not coming to me the way it should."The old woman sighed, ru
DeneraI shuffled restlessly on the bed, my mind buzzing with anticipation rather than the restful sleep I so desperately needed. Despite the exhaustion of the dance, the adrenaline coursing through my veins refused to subside, leaving me wide awake and restless.Glancing over at the big wall clock on the mantel, I saw that it was only just past 2 o'clock. Surely Rachel would be waiting outside, expecting me to be resting as I should be. But the thought of staying cooped up in my room while the preparations for the ceremony were underway was simply too much to bear.With a resigned sigh, I pushed myself up from the bed, smoothing down the soft fabric of my shirt and pulling up my shorts. Perhaps a brief stroll through the castle would satisfy my curiosity and allow me to stretch my legs before the ceremony tomorrow.As I opened the door, Rachel's concerned face greeted me. "My lady! I thought you would be resting."I offered her a reassuring smile. "I'm afraid I just can’t settle dow
Denera The day had finally come. The day my life changes drastically, from a poor slave girl to the Luna of the most powerful pack. Very unbelievable cliche when you think about it. But it was my reality. "Breathe in!" Rachel commanded, and I obeyed. The two maids behind me swiftly tugged on the strap laces, tightening the corset around my waist. The pressure was almost uncomfortable, but I knew it would be worth it in the end."Perfect!" Rachel exclaimed, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She stepped back, allowing me to fully appreciate the reflection in the mirror.The dress was a vision of ivory satin and intricate lace, tailored perfectly to my frame. The long sleeves hugged my arms, and the bodice accentuated my curves in a way that made me feel both regal and alluring. As the maids worked their magic, my plain features were transformed.They smoothed the foundation over my skin, creating a flawless canvas. Delicate strokes of eyeshadow enhanced my eyes, making the
BrunoI stared at the ceremonial invitation, my heart racing with a mix of hope and trepidation. The names etched on the parchment seemed too unbelievable to be true – Rockan and Denera. Could it really be her?Freya's voice cut through the deafening silence, her grip on my arm tightening. "I've told you," she said, her tone firm, "it's not her."I glanced over at her, not believing her words. We had been driving for nearly an hour, making our way to the Dark Lion pack's territory. The invitation was extended to every alpha under the Dark Lion's rule, with the opportunity to bring a plus one.I begged my mother to accompany me, but she insisted that I bring Freya instead. Now, as I held the invitation in my trembling hands, I couldn't help but wonder why.It wasn't until this morning that I finally took a closer look at the invitation, and that was when I saw it – the names that set my heart racing: Alpha Rockan and Denera.Denera? Could it really be her? The girl I had thought lost t
Denera“Bruno…” Sevyn, my wolf finally spoke. I blinked several times, my breath catching in my throat as I stared into the piercing gaze of Bruno. He looked as if he had seen a ghost, and I knew the expression mirrored my own."What is he doing here?" Sevyn's voice growled, the anger and disbelief vivid. "After all he's done, he dares to show his face?"I felt the tension coiling within me, a mix of shock, fear, and resentment. Bruno, the man who had so callously rejected me and banished me from his pack, stood mere feet away, his eyes locked onto mine with an unreadable intensity."This can't be happening," I whispered, my fingers trembling as I gripped the bouquet of flowers in my hands. "He has no right to be here."Sevyn's growling rose, her presence in my mind a constant reminder of the pain and humiliation I endured at Bruno's hands. "We should tear him apart, Denera. Make him pay for what he's done."I swallowed hard, my gaze shifting to the familiar face of Freya, my cousin
Denera“Denera,”Bruno…I felt my once disoriented emotions and voice become monotone in an instant as I glared at him. "What are you doing here?" "I..uh.." he started, trailing off as he rubbed the back of his head. "I came to see you. Do you recognize me?""Of what importance is it to recognize you?" I retorted, my face turning into a frown. "It's my Luna ceremony, so I suppose you didn't have a choice, all Alphas were meant to be here," I stated, hoping the conversation would come to an end and he would leave."You..." he paused, "you look different. A good type of different.""Yes, we're no longer on our knees serving or begging you. Now you bow before us instead." Sevyn said with a scoff, and I could almost see her roll her eyes."What are you doing here?" I repeated my question sternly."I really did want to see you. I need to talk to you and it's important," he clasped his hands together, and he looked like he was about to cry, but I couldn't care less."Well, talk then," I sa