Tyler's Point of View"You are my mate, and I have been waiting a lifetime to meet mine. I also honour the Moon Goddess and cherish the mate bond she grants us," she answered.I had been waiting my adult life to hear these words. With a mixture of relief and excitement, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Avril was willing to give this connection a chance. Echo's jubilant howl echoed in my mind; his excitement finally matched with a sense of relief.Meanwhile, Echo was practically doing cartwheels of joy in my subconscious. His enthusiasm and excitement were palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of hope and anticipation.As we continued talking and getting to know each other throughout the meal, the initial tension dissipated. Our conversation flowed easily, and we discovered common interests and shared experiences. The more we spoke, the more it became evident that we were two pieces of a puzzle meant to fit together."Before we can explore this bond between us, we
Adriana's Point of View"The Fae, Avril, is Tyler's mate," Daemon mind-linked me."Is she? Oh, my Goddess!" I gasped in astonishment as I processed the revelation. The bond between a Fae and a wolf shifter was exceedingly rare. The only known one was the original Silver Wolf Pack."Do Fae feel the mating bond?" I asked Daemon."I'm not sure, but I know they worship the Moon Goddess, among other deities," he answered.I hoped for Tyler's sake that Fae did indeed feel the mate bond or wouldn't reject him. Any bond should be considered a sacred connection in our mystical world. At least Tyler would get to work alongside Avril, allowing them to get to know each other.Daemon stood and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, once we have finished our early lunch, I would like for us to have a meeting. Unfortunately, the renovations to the packhouse are not fully completed, so I will arrange for cars to take us to our home office."Based on the murmurings, the general consensus was that everyone
Adriana's Point of View "We have more visitors," Daemon announced. "They are both Alpha and Witch council members," explained Delilah. "They have come to join in and fight." There was a cacophony of noise from both our own and the visitors. It was so noisy I could barely hear myself think. "Enough!" boomed Daemon, resulting in immediate silence, for which I was grateful for. I didn't know why the Council of Alphas or Witch's Council had come to join in the fight, but given Kree's potential power, I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. While our spies informed us that we still outnumbered them, our enemies still had the potential to cause a lot of damage and death. Delilah, Sebastian, Daemon and I drove down in one car to the gate to greet the new visitors. The entire Witch's Council, which comprised of thirteen witches and warlocks, were waiting at the gate. Delilah explained that Pania, Amiria and she were representatives in that they dealt with people on behalf of th
Adriana's Point of View "It appears the escaped prisoners have been accounted for," I announced to the occupants of our makeshift office. All eyes were on me with that comment, and given the look of confusion, I needed to elaborate. "Our scouts, who were keeping watch over Kree's camp, have indicated that around fifty rogues and a couple of witches have joined her camp." "You know where they are?" asked Roderick. "Yes. Yes, we do," I answered, "and we were about to discuss possible tactics and strategy." "Knowing where they are and going into battle are two very separate actions," said Daemon in support. "We want to determine where and when we attack them. We want as little casualties on our side as possible." Everyone nodded in agreement, so Daemon took it as an opportunity to get his map of the area and lay it on the dining room table. "Here are the combined borders of the Black and Silver Wolf Packs, which now make up the Royal Pack. This small area between the two packs has
Adriana's Point of View Wait! What? I was a direct descendant of the Fae Queen. How was that possible? Obviously, my face mirrored my confusion as Avril further clarified, "One of Queen Aurora's daughters was mated to the last Lycan King. Before the hunters killed the King and Queen, their children were sent away to hide in the Silver Wolf Pack. All three children found their mates and became part of the pack." "How long ago was this?" I asked. "Approximately two hundred years ago," answered Avril. "Queen Aurora believes that Kree committed genocide on your pack because of the innate Fae power in your blood. Since she is a blood witch, that power can be harnessed through dark magic. Now, do I have your permission to open a portal to allow our warriors to come through?" Daemon and I nodded our consent. Avril walked outside with us following her. She stood in the same clearing that Kree and Brandon Senior had started to sacrifice me. It was a bit unnerving to think about it. Avril
Adriana's Point of View We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening discussing tactics and strategy. It was quite intense as we went through every possible scenario, and there were many of them. Knowing where Kree and her warriors were located was fortuitous as we didn't need to spend time finding that information out. After an hour or so, Daemon and I took a break to go and see the twins. With all the visitors arriving and subsequent meetings, we hadn't seen much of the twins today. If we weren't careful, our children would miss out on bonding time spent with us, and they would be grown up before we knew it. When the twins went back down for their early evening nap, Daemon and I joined the rest of the team to continue in battle discussions. We finally decided to sneak through the forest and surround Kree's camp. Using illusions, the enemy wouldn't even know we were there. Between Lysander and his illusionists, we would be totally hidden from sight, sound and smell. At dawn's
Daemon's Point of View Knowing that we had to get up early in the morning, I had held back from taking Adriana more than once. Ideally, a couple more rounds before sleep would have been great, but we had to get up early before it was light. Our plan was to surround Kree's forces and attack at first light. "Alpha! Luna! Wake up! Something has happened!" Tyler yelled as he banged on our door. "Why didn't you mind-link me?" I asked grumpily. Looking over at the clock, it was only 2:07 a.m. This had better be important! Adriana woke up simultaneously, and we rushed to get dressed and go downstairs. It looked like Tyler had roused everyone, including the kitchen Omegas, who were busy serving coffee and breakfast to go. "What seems to be the problem?" I asked, taking a mug of coffee. Lysandros came forward, saying, "I had a vision. A pack was getting attacked by the dark witch and her rogues. They killed the Alpha and his men, and many women and young girls were raped. I am sure it ha
Adriana's Point of ViewIt was about 4:00 a.m. by the time we had organised our ambush at the Red Devil Pack. Daemon and I stood together in our Lycan form, surrounded by our warriors and guards in their wolf forms. It seemed strange to be surrounded by bears, jackals, eagles, lynx, mountain lions and Fae, but here we all were. While hidden from our enemy's view, we could still see each other. Lysander had said we could whisper to each other without being heard as long as it wasn't too loud. The illusion would keep us hidden from sight and sound, but none of us were chancing it.Since Daemon had been successful with mind-linking Roger, we quickly tested it on the non-wolf shifters and found it successful. Being King and Queen of all shifters had some benefits. Mind-linking any of our subjects was one of them.As the moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the forest, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. This was the moment we had been waiting for the
I hope you enjoyed that short story. It was rather important because it was the beginning of the Supernatural Council, which is mentioned in Book 4.Book 4: The Gamma and her two Alphas follow Princess Lucienne and is set just over 18 years into the future. Lucienne is not entirely happy being a princess and certainly is not all ladylike like her mother, Queen Adriana, wishes she was. In fact, she can be a bit of a rebel at times and pulls no punches if you piss her off. Book 4 has been started and will be posted starting January 2025.Check out my I*******m page (nikoradepressedpoet) for pictures of the latest covers. Each book will be available in paperback. I am rewriting parts of Book 1. The covers for books 4 and 5 are already designed.
Asher’s Point of ViewAndreas fell to the ground, crumpling against the cold tiles, his body barely clinging to consciousness. The fury in his eyes was still present, but it was mingled with something else—fear. “You may have won this battle, but there are others who believe in the purity of Dragonkind,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper.His words hung in the air, a twisted echo of the truth he could no longer deny. The irony was palpable; he had sought power through a dark alliance, yet he spoke of purity as if it still held weight. He had traded the purity he claimed to uphold for power, and now, even that was slipping through his fingers.Father stepped forward with the Council behind him, his expression one of grave disappointment. “Andreas, you and your father have sown discord among our people and disgraced your family name. T
Asher’s Point of ViewMy Dragon and I were enraged by Andreas’s words describing our fated mate as a dog. Rin placed her hand against my arm, its muscles tense and coiled tightly, fists clenched in anger. Her gentle touch acted like a soothing balm, softening my clenched fist.Slowly, I felt the anger beginning to dissipate, the pressure easing as I relaxed under her calming influence. The contrast between my earlier state and this new sense of peace was palpable, reminding me of the power of our bond. There was nothing Andreas could say that would make me turn against Rin. I would rather lose my crown than be without her.The tension in the council chamber was electric as Andreas continued to spew venom, his arrogance infuriating. I could feel the Dragon within me thrumming, eager for a confrontation. “Enough!” I
Christine’s Point of ViewThe air felt thick in the chamber, as if the magic that summoned Andreas and Viggo hung around, binding us in an unseen net of tension. Viggo’s face was drawn tight, his eyes flickering with a dangerous mix of fear and rage. At the same time, Andreas’ expression remained cold and calculating. His eyes darted around the room, assessing, scheming.Andreas recovered first, straightening as if pulling on an invisible cloak of authority. “What you claim is… nonsense,” he panted, glaring at Eiríkr. Fighting the compulsion to tell the truth was taking its toll and making him sweat. “I’ve been… nothing but… loyal… to our kind. This… is a… farce!” He was panting now from the sheer exertion.Asher stood tall next to me, his ha
Christine’s Point of ViewWe slowly made our way back, twisting and turning through the enchanted passages to the awaiting Council Members. Asher had already mind-linked his father, who assured him they would be waiting. We weren’t the only ones who had news since the archiver from the Council of Witches and Warlocks had found some interesting information.The Council Chambers buzzed with a quiet intensity. Though our alliance remained steadfast, the growing unrest among the Dragon-Shifter populace threatened everything we had built. Outside these walls, whispers of dissent were rising, fueled by fear of change and manipulation by those who sought to close our society once again.Asher stood beside me, his expression grim as he explained what we found in the books. “While we have nothing concrete at this stage, if we do
Asher's Point of View"So you think he's using his own son as a pawn?" Adriana asked.Her question was answered, "I think Viggo would use anyone—blood or not—to get what he wants." I agreed with Father. This was part of the reason why I didn't want much to do with my uncle, aunt, and cousins.My grandfather had forced Father and Viggo to take chosen mates, ones he thought were acceptable for the Royal Family. Both were well-educated, refined women from noble families.My parents had at least fallen in love eventually, even if they weren't fated mates. Father had never met his fated mate, or at least, that was what he had told me. When my mother, Áslaug (AWS-lough), died, he was heartbroken but still able to function.Viggo
Asher's Point of ViewThe council chamber felt colder than it ever had before. No matter how many fires roared in the hearths or candles flickered against the heavy stone walls, a chill seemed to seep into my bones. I couldn't put it entirely down to tiredness, even though I was exhausted fighting two battles in such a short time.No. It was a combination of many things. Andreas' smirk, the flames from the explosion, and the insignia of the Purists haunted me as I sat at the table, my hands clenched so tight that my knuckles were white.Rin sat beside me, her expression hard but eyes betraying the same exhaustion and worry I felt. It had been hours since we returned from the first fight, but with the second battle, we hadn't had a moment to breathe. There was no time for rest when the Purists were gaining ground. My cousin, Andreas, was
Asher's Point of ViewAs soon as Rin and I returned from the marketplace attack, we called for an emergency council meeting. The tension in what we now referred to as the council chamber hung in the air, thick enough to cut through.The servants had been busy changing the room. It was now a place of stark contrasts. Ancient banners from each species hung from the high vaulted ceilings, their vibrant colours dulled by the weight of war. The air smelled faintly of smoke and iron, a reminder of battles past and future.Every seat around the grand, circular table was filled. Dragons, Wolves, Vampires, and the Lycan King and Queen united under one roof. Yet, for some reason, it felt as if we were all divided by the constant threat looming over us.The Purists were growing bolder, and tonight
Christine's Point of ViewThe days that followed were a whirlwind of activity. We launched joint patrols, organised public gatherings, and ensured that every species—Dragons, Wolves, Vampires, Fae—was represented. It wasn't easy. There were still plenty of sceptical people, glares, and whispered doubts. But slowly, I began to see a shift.In the streets, I saw Wolves patrolling alongside Dragons. Vampires and Fae worked alongside Dragons in the markets to keep the peace. It wasn't perfect, and tensions were still simmering beneath the surface, but it was progress. And I started feeling hopeful for the first time in what felt like forever.Asher and I stood on a balcony overlooking the domed city one evening, watching as the lights of the stronghold twinkled in the darkness of the weir. The air was cool, carrying the scent of snow from ou