Valkyrie The moment the bond shattered, it felt as though my very soul had been torn in two. The connection that tethered me to Ragnor—a fragile yet unyielding thread despite everything—was gone. The emptiness it left behind was suffocating. “No,” I whispered, my legs giving way beneath me. Nancy’s arms caught me as I collapsed, the void inside me widening like a chasm. “No, no, no!” Nancy crouched beside me, her face pale with worry. “Luna, what’s happening?” “The bond,” I choked out, the words barely audible. “It’s... gone.” Dwayne stepped closer, his expression darkening. “Gone? Are you certain?” Tears blurred my vision as I looked up at him. “Do you think I wouldn’t know?” My voice cracked, raw with grief and anger. “I felt it break.” Nancy’s grip on my shoulders tightened. “But that doesn’t mean—” “It does,” I snapped, my voice rising in anguish. “The only way a mate bond snaps like that is if he’s dead or—” My throat constricted, refusing to let the words pass
Valkyrie "I demand an answer," I said, my voice trembling with a mix of dread and desperation. The Luna Dowager's gaze met mine, steady and unflinching. "Blood for blood," she said, her tone cold and calculated. "To restore the bond, you must sever hers. And to sever hers, you’ll have to take her life." Nancy gasped, clutching my arm with urgency that bled into her voice. "Luna, no. You can’t—" "I can," I interrupted, my words sharp as a blade. "And I will." Dwayne stepped forward, his brow furrowed in concern. "It’s not that simple, Luna. Elyra won’t go down without a fight. And if she’s marked Ragnor, she’s bound him to her will. You’ll be fighting both of them." A surge of determination swelled inside me, unyielding. "Then I’ll fight both of them," I declared. "I won’t let her keep him. I won’t let her win." The Dowager’s lips curved into a cold, knowing smile. "Good," she said, as if pleased by my resolve. "You’ll need that determination to survive what’s ahead." The room
ValkyrieThe southern woods were cloaked in shadow, the towering pines whispering secrets to the wind.Our small group moved in silence, with one purpose: to find our Alpha.Dwayne led the way, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade, while the others fanned out in a tight formation around me.Every step felt heavier than the last. My bond with Ragnor was gone, severed in a way that left me hollow yet burning with a need to fight—to reclaim what had been stolen.The chill in the air deepened as we approached the border, an unnatural stillness settling over the forest. Even the usual rustle of leaves and distant cries of animals seemed muted, as if the world itself was holding its breath.“Stay sharp,” Dwayne murmured, and we all nodded.He had taken command after both our Alpha and Beta were gone.Tasya’s body had been torn apart by wild animals, and I hadn’t heard any news since the tragedy.I pitied her and her reckless ambition, but fate had other plans. Greed, after all, consume
ValkyrieThe old wolf’s words left me puzzled.Meet again?I stared at him, my mind racing. His voice, though weathered with age, held an undeniable familiarity. I knew him—somewhere, somehow—but the memory hovered just out of reach.Inside me, Genna stirred, restless and alert.The warriors around us had gone silent, waiting for what would come next. Even Dwayne remained locked in his battle stance, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to strike.The dark-haired wolf—the apparent leader of this pack—shifted uneasily, his stance tense but not entirely hostile.“Who are you?” I asked, narrowing my gaze.The old wolf’s lips curled into a weary smile. “You once saved me, Child. Don’t you remember?”I tried to reach for the memory, but my mind felt like a battlefield littered with shattered fragments of the past.So much had happened—so much loss, so much pain. The joyful memories had been drowned beneath the weight of tragedy, replaced by the relentless pursuit of survival.Dwayne step
Valkyrie The old wolf let out a heavy sigh. “Enough, Phanos. They deserve to know.” “Why? That’s none of their business!” Phanos snapped. “She’s the Luna! She might help us with security here,” the old wolf barked, his voice firm. A sense of unease settled in my chest, but curiosity burned hotter. “He’s right. We’re trusted, and we mean no harm. What if we could help you?” Phanos scoffed. “Help us? The Blue Fire Pack has lost its leader, hasn’t it? Your Alpha is gone, right? So tell me—how the hell can you help us?” I bit my lip. So that’s how the rumors had spread. Twisted and exaggerated, just as I had feared. “Our Alpha was kidnapped, but we’re still standing strong. I’m in command now.” “A she-wolf? Huh?” Phanos mocked, his tone dripping with condescension. My fists clenched, heat rising to my face. I had endured enough humiliation for one day. “You dare underestimate me?” I challenged, stepping forward, locking eyes with him. He had a strikingly handsome face, but his p
ValkyrieDwayne cleared his throat, visibly unimpressed with the tension crackling between Phanos and me. “We were discussing the old wolf village,” he reminded me, his voice clipped. “Or did you forget?”I exhaled sharply, forcing my mind back to the present. Whatever spell Phanos had cast over me, I needed to break free of it. Now.“Oh, right. The village and… our help?” I attempted to reengage with the discussion, but I couldn't shake the unease gnawing at me—the lingering traces of my inappropriate thoughts.Damn it.Phanos smirked, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “So, Luna, what kind of help are you offering? Are we talking about weapons? A place to station warriors?”I instinctively took a step back, unsettled by the way his voice curled around the words, slow and suggestive.“Whatever you need, we might have it,” I said, tilting my head slightly to meet his gaze, willing my voice to remain steady. “But in return, I expect valuable information about your… situation.”I
ValkyriePhanos’ grip only tightened instead of loosening, a silent reminder of the power he held—the power he was dangerously close to unleashing against me."Please?" he echoed, his voice a dark caress, savoring my surrender like a predator who had just cornered his prey. "Now, that’s interesting."I clenched my teeth, cursing the heat pooling low in my belly—the traitorous way my body responded to him. “Don’t twist my words,” I shot back, my voice sharp as I waved my arms in frustration. But he didn’t falter. Phanos tilted his head, his lips hovering just over mine—not quite touching, but close enough to set my skin ablaze. “Oh, but I like hearing you beg, Luna,” he murmured, his voice a low, sinful promise.I swallowed hard, frustration and something far more dangerous curling in my chest. My breath hitched, my resolve slipping for one damning second—Then, suddenly, a strong hand yanked me away.Dwayne.With a sharp tug, he pulled me free from Phanos’ grip, stepping between us
ValkyrieThe moment my foot crossed the threshold, the weight of something unseen pressed against my chest. It wasn’t just the drop in temperature—it was the undeniable sensation of something watching, waiting."Dwayne, do you sense it?" I asked, glancing at him.He nodded. "The power is immense, Luna.""Stay alert," I instructed."Always do."Dwayne moved closer as Grandfather led the way down the spiraling stone steps. The torches lining the walls flickered wildly as if protesting our presence. But we needed to stay focused."Afraid, Little Luna?" Phanos teased, but I didn’t respond.There was nothing I feared—except losing Ragnor and my pack. If this crystal could cure Ragnor and bring him back to me, I would be forever grateful."This is not a child’s game," Phanos whispered.I halted abruptly. "Enough, Alpha. Don’t make unnecessary noise," I snapped.But he only laughed, flashing a careless smile. How reckless can this Alpha be?"We’re almost there," Grandfather announced as we p
ValkyrieSeveral months had passed, and the pack had begun to heal. The scars of war, betrayal, and loss remained, but they no longer defined us. Ragnor and I had dedicated ourselves to rebuilding—training warriors, strengthening alliances, and ensuring that no remnants of the darkness' influence remained.Yet, even as we rebuilt, I knew the darkness hadn’t disappeared. It still lingered, waiting for an opportunity to strike back. But I had come to understand something vital. Darkness and light would always exist. The world had never been about one triumphing over the other—it had always been about balance. And we stood in the middle, neither bound by one nor fully belonging to the other.And that… that was our greatest strength.One Year LaterDespite the uncertainties that still loomed, life moved forward.And today, as I held my son in my arms, I knew with every fiber of my being—no darkness, no past, no lingering curse could steal this moment from me.He was beautiful.His t
Valkyrie My voice broke as my wolf stepped forward, her silver fur gleaming under the dim light, eyes glowing with the fire of our shared soul. She let out a soft, knowing whimper before bounding toward me. The moment she pressed against me, I felt whole again, as if a part of me that had been lost was finally back where it belonged. "I thought—I thought I lost you forever." Genna nuzzled against me, her warmth seeping into my skin. 'You fought for me. You never gave up on me.' I swallowed hard, my throat thick with emotion. "Neither did you." Behind me, Ragnor let out a breath of relief, his strong hand resting on my shoulder. "Looks like fate isn’t done with you yet." The Dark Queen crossed her arms, watching us with something unreadable in her expression. "Consider it a parting gift. A second chance, if you will." I stood, wiping at my eyes before turning to her. "Why help me?" Her smirk returned, but there was something almost… fond in the way s
Valkyrie A soft breeze brushed against my skin, warm and comforting, unlike anything I had ever felt before. The scent of wildflowers filled the air, and as I opened my eyes, I was met with an endless expanse of golden light. The sky stretched endlessly above me, not blue, not dark—just a vast, peaceful glow that seemed to pulse with life. I sat up slowly, my body strangely light, as if the crushing weight of pain and exhaustion had been stripped away. My hands roamed over myself, expecting wounds, expecting the lingering sting of death—but there was nothing. No pain. No darkness. Was I… dead? "You finally woke up." "Who… are you?" My own voice sounded distant, fragile. A gentle voice welcomed me, drawing my attention. I turned to find a woman clad in flowing white robes, her presence radiating a soft, ethereal glow that blended seamlessly with the world around us. Her hair shimmered like spun silver, cascading in waves that caught the light, and her eyes—va
Valkyrie "Dark… Queen?" I murmured, barely believing what I was seeing. "Hello again, Little Creature," she mused, her voice wasn’t loud, yet it echoed through the vast hall as if the walls themselves whispered her words back. The King’s growl rumbled deep in his chest. His eyes blazed with fury. "Get back to where you belong, or you will regret this!" He lifted a hand, summoning a crackling wave of energy. It surged forward, the force so strong it made the air tremble. But she didn’t flinch. With a flick of her wrist, the shockwave shattered midair, dissolving into nothing. The effortless display of power made my stomach twist. She laughed with a mocking sound. "Weak." The king’s snarl ripped through the space between them. "What have you done?" "Nothing." The queen’s voice was laced with amusement, yet there was something deeper—something cold and calculated. Fury overtook him. His body twisted, bones cracking, shadows surging as he shifted midair. Mu
Valkyrie A sharp pulse of energy surged through my veins, and I gasped, doubling over as an unbearable heat spread beneath my skin. It was awakening against my will. The king watched me with rapt fascination, his golden eyes gleaming like victory has already his by now. "That's, My Dear. The last remnants that inside you." I forced myself upright, my breaths ragged. "I don't care whatever it is. But, one thing for sure... it doesn’t belong to you!" "Oh, but it does." He raised a hand then darkness radiated around like a mist. "You were never meant to keep it, Valkyrie. You were merely a vessel—a temporary holder of something far greater than yourself." I clenched my fists, fighting against the unseen force that pressing down on me. "If... if you think I’m just going to let you take it, then you’re even more delusional than Elyra was!" He chuckled. "Ah, but unlike Elyra, I do not intend to ask for it." A sudden wave of pressure slammed into me, stealing my bre
Valkyrie The darkness which swallowed me before now turned into something solid. The moment my feet touched it, o felt the suffocating presence of dark magic pressing against my skin like an unseen weight. It was everywhere, clinging to the very stones of the palace walls, seeping into the floors, the torches, the very fabric of this cursed place. "What the hell..." I muttered, barely audible. The cold biting into me despite the warmth of the flickering firelight that lined the grand hall. "Shhh... Valkyrie. Just enjoy the very moment." The king’s hand remained firm around my wrist, his grip unyielding, but not cruel. It was a claim. A reminder. "You feel it, don’t you?" His voice was smooth, almost amused, as he watched me take in my surroundings. "What have you done?" I shot back. I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling of this strange energy. I remembered something. Back when Elyra has overcome her power and attacked me back then. "It's an art." "No! It's not!
Valkyrie “Ragnor!” I lunged toward him, but the crushing force only grew stronger, pinning me in place. It felt like a thousand invisible hands clawing at my limbs, pressing me down as if I were nothing more than an insect beneath the king’s gaze. Ragnor's body trembled, his hands clawing at the ground as if he were fighting something within himself. His breath came in short, ragged gasps. The king chuckled, stepping closer. “Such resistance. Admirable, really. But pointless.” Ragnor lifted his head, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might shatter. "You…” he growled through gritted teeth, “will… never… control me.” The king sighed as if bored. Then, with a mere flick of his hand, an invisible force wrenched Ragnor off his knees, lifting him into the air. "Oh, how easily they break. Even an Alpha." His voice was smooth, taunting, as he watched Ragnor struggle against the invisible force crushing him to the ground. His smirk deepened, enjoying the way Ragnor’s bod
Valkyrie My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything else. The worn leather of my sword hilt bit into my palm as I tightened my grip. The Lycan King. For the first time, I stood before him—not as a whisper of prophecy, not as a hunted shadow, but face to face. And I was not ready. Ragnor tensed beside me, his breathing sharp and controlled, but I could feel it—his barely restrained fury. His wolf burned just beneath the surface, clawing to break free. The king’s golden eyes swept over us, calm, assessing, as if he had all the time in the world. His lips curled slightly—not quite a smirk, not quite a sneer. Just the insufferable confidence of someone who had already won. “I must admit,” he mused, his voice smooth as silk. “I expected you to be dead by now.” Ragnor let out a low growl. “Disappointed?” The king chuckled. “Not at all. I do enjoy a challenge.” My throat felt dry. My body screamed for rest, wounds throbbing with every breath, but weakness was
Valkyrie Phanos cursed with a hoarse voice. "Damn it, Ragnor!" But Ragnor didn’t slow. His grip on my wrist was unyielding, his pace relentless as he pulled me away from the slaughter. I twisted back. "Phanos—!" He stood his ground, bloodied and breathing hard, a savage grin splitting his face. "Go!" A wave of corrupted warriors lunged at him. He met them head-on, claws tearing into flesh, his defiance a final, burning ember in the darkness. Ragnor yanked me forward. "We can’t—" "We have to!" His voice was raw. I fought against his grip, against the instinct clawing inside me to turn back, to fight. But there was no fight left to win. The cliff’s edge loomed closer. The moonlight shimmered off the abyss below—a sheer drop into nothingness. I realized what Ragnor intended a second too late. "Ragnor, no!" His arms locked around me, and then— We jumped. The world tilted, the roar of the wind swallowing my scream. The last thing I saw before darkness took us was Phanos—st