The Initial Conflict
The warning horns sounded across the camp just as the sun was about to rise. Lena had already woken up and was looking around the thick woodland from the northern watchtower. Between the woods, shadows moved more quickly than any human could.
Here were the outlaws.
She snatched up the rope ladder and slid quickly down, her boots slamming against the floor. The warriors were rushing to their posts. Already in the war room, Damian gave commands with the assurance of a commander who has witnessed innumerable conflicts.
Lena rushed into the room and declared, "They are coming in from the north." "Just as I predicted they would."
With no surprise at all, Damian nodded. "Let us make sure they regret it after that."
Leaning over the chart, Elliot traced a route with his finger. "We can drive them into the valley, where they will not have any cover, if we cut them off here."
Lena gave a headshake. "No, that is just what they desire. They anticipate an ambush, so they want to be funnelled in. They will be prepared with countermeasures.
The golden eyes of Damian flitted in her direction. "What do you recommend?"
A little past the tree line, she tapped a point. We place most of our forces behind them, allowing them to believe they have the upper hand. Instead, trap them.
A gradual smile appeared on Damian's face. "I enjoy it."
It was a vicious battle.
Anarchy broke out as soon as the rogues emerged from the forest. The air was heavy with the smell of blood, claws cut into flesh, and steel smashed against steel. Lena battled with the warriors, her blade cutting through assailants with ease.
Although she had previously engaged in combat with rogues, her perspective on them had changed after encountering them as adversaries. They were wild, desperate, and careless, yet they also had skills. Another rogue replaced each one that went down.
A natural force, Damian tore through adversaries with frightful efficiency. Every strike was accurate, every move was deliberate. He battled as though he had a point to prove.
Elliot battled close by, moving quickly and nimbly. He lacked Damian's physical strength, but his speed and slyness more than made up for it. They were an unstoppable power when combined.
Then, behind her, Lena heard a deep growl.
A rogue pounced at her from behind before she could even respond. She spun, raising her blade barely in time to deflect the blow, but she was knocked to the ground by the collision. The rogue growled, ready to attack once more.—
A haze of motion. A golden eye flash.
In a flash, Damian was there, his claws digging into the rogue's throat. The rogue fell to the ground, spraying blood.
Taking a deep breath, Damian turned to her. "Are you in pain?"
Lena shook her head and pulled herself up. "I am all right."
After a single nod, he returned his attention to the fight. However, something had changed. Lena noticed a change in his eyes for the first time.
Worry.
The war was done when the sun went down. Their forces were broken, and the rogues had been forced back. But there had been a price for the win. Some of the injured warriors would never rise again.
Lena gazed at the dead as she stood at the edge of the battleground. She had previously been on the opposing side of this conflict. She was now assisting in its leadership.
Damian came over, his face unreadable. "You performed admirably today."
She chuckled bitterly. "Did I?"
After examining her for a minute, he spoke. "This is not the end of it. But, Lena, you are proving yourself.
She glanced at him as they exchanged an unspoken message. Perhaps trust was not so hard to come by after all.
As fatigue set in, Lena spent the next few hours caring for the injured. Many of the warriors accepted her assistance even though they mistrusted her. She would not stand by and let others suffer; they needed everyone on deck.
She was standing next to Jace, who had a nasty cut on his arm. She wrapped the wound in a bandage, and he winced.
He whispered, "Not bad for a former rogue."
Lena grinned. For an obstinate warrior who believed I was guiding him into a trap, it is not terrible.
Jace shook his head and laughed. "I guess you disproved me."
She gave a nod but remained silent. She had a long way to go before she felt like she belonged here.
Lena sat outside her tent later that night and gazed at the moon. Something bothered her, even though she should have been glad that they had prevailed. Too much planning had gone into this attack. The rogues were organised in addition to being desperate.
Sitting next to her in the silent darkness was Damian. "You are overanalysing."
She laughed and huffed. "Old habit."
He maintained a steady gaze. "Speak it."
She let out a sigh. This was not a haphazard assault. They are being led by someone. Someone who is aware of our fighting style.
After a prolonged period of silence, Damian nodded. "I have the same suspicions."
Lena faced him. "Then, our problem is more serious than we initially believed."
He gave a quick breath. "We do."
The weight of what was to come pressed down on them as they sat in quiet. The war had only begun, but one fight was over.
Hidden SecretsThe pack was on edge from the battle's aftermath. Even though they had won, the rogues had made it clear that they had no intention of giving up. Tension hovered in the air like a storm waiting to break, yet the warriors intensified their efforts and strengthened defences.Lena had a nagging suspicion that things was not quite right. Although the rogues had launched a fierce onslaught, their withdrawal was too well-managed. They had a leader who understood strategy, so they were not just dumb brutes.That implied that they will return.She trained the scouting teams over the course of the following few days, teaching them how to move covertly and identify threats before they materialised. She was aware that some of them still had doubts about her, but she did not give a damn. It was one thing to prove herself to Damian, but quite another to prove herself to them.But Jace seems to have grown fond of her. He even sparred with her during training sessions and showed her s
The Binding TiesThe following morning was gloomy and tense. The entire camp was bathed in a gloomy grey as the clouds above grew with the promise of rain. Lena moved robotically, correcting a warrior's stance, assisting with drills, and nodding briefly when someone talked to her, but her thoughts were not at all there.She was troubled by Kieran's remarks.Lena noticed Damian talking softly to Elliot and Jace by the main firepit after the training was over. She became tense at their solemn looks and hushed voices. She thought about coming closer, but changed her mind and turned to face the camp's edge.The woodland called her back to the place where her world had fallen apart the previous evening, looming like a black curtain."Are you running away again?"Lena turned to see Jace with his arms folded and leaning against a tree. His typical playfulness was gone from his smirk."Just pondering," she remarked."That is what you have been doing a lot lately." His eyes grew softer. "What
Captured by the AlphaThe scent of pine and wet ground filled Lena Carter’s lungs as she ran. She stepped on broken twigs, and the cold wind hurt her skin. She turned around and left. She did not need to. More and more screams could be heard.Faster. Move.Her wolf encouraged her to keep going, but she was too tired to follow. She had been running for hours, and her body was worn out. They found her. After years of hiding, Shadowmoor's guards had finally found her. They were now going after her like an animal.A branch cut her cheek. She barely moved. She could hear them now—at least four wolves closing in, their paws hitting the ground in the forest. Her heart pounded. Her only chance was to reach the river. If she could get to the water, she might be able to mask her scent and throw them off.She leapt over a fallen treeShe felt a lot of pain in her head. She was hit from behind by something that knocked the air out of her lungs. She hit the wet ground hard and rolled around a lot
The Alpha’s PrisonerLena knew she was in trouble as soon as they got to the Shadowmoor packhouse.The building loomed before her—massive, built from dark stone and timber, its walls whispering of old power. A long set of stairs led to the grand entrance, where two guards stood watch. Their sharp eyes locked onto her the moment she arrived, their expressions unreadable.Elliot tightened his grip on her arm as they ascended the steps. “Behave, little criminal.”Lena gave him a mean look but said nothing. Her mind was racing, trying to piece together an escape. This wasn’t just any pack—Shadowmoor was one of the strongest in the region. Damian Thorn was not only a ruthless Alpha but also an unforgiving leader. And now, he was her mate.No. She refused to accept it.The heavy doors swung open, revealing a grand hall lined with warriors and pack members. They all turned to watch her, whispering among themselves. Some looked curious. Others are careful. A few seemed outright hostile.A wom
The Alpha’s PropositionLena did not sleep much. The cold of the dungeon got into her bones, and the thin cot did not warm her up much. But she could not sleep because of him, not because she was uncomfortable.Damian.His words haunted her, tangled with the primal pull of their mate bond. I don’t want a mate. His rejection should have been a relief. Still, it hurt more than she wanted to say.She jumped up when she heard a sharp clanking sound.The dungeon door swung open, revealing Damian standing there, his golden eyes closed. Two guards stood on either side of him, their expressions neutral, but their presence was an unspoken warning.“Come,” Damian ordered.Lena didn’t move. “To Where?”He exhaled, impatient. “You’ll eat. Then we talk.”Her stomach turned. She did not know why she should trust him, but she had to. She could not get acne if she was not fed. As the guards moved out of the way, she forced herself to stand up and squared her shoulders. Damian turned around and led he
Escape or AllianceLena lay awake in the small room they gave her and stared at the ceiling made of wood. The jail was better than the dungeon, but it was still a prison. Damian gave her some time to decide, but she already knew she could not stay. Now she would be stuck in a new way if she agreed to his plan. She would be tied to the Alpha and his war. If she said no, he would never let her go.There must be a different way.She had a lot of ideas, and each one was more risky than the last. It was not easy to get out of Shadowmoor. It was a fortress surrounded by dangerous land and guarded by trained soldiers. But she had learned how to get out of tough spots before.She sat up when there was a light knock on the door. As he leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, Elliot smiled at her.He said, "You look like an animal in a cage."Lena's eyes got narrow. "What do you want from me?""I might want to help you."She laughed. "Why would you do that?"He cocked his head. "Becaus
A Deal with the AlphaAs Lena looked into Damian's golden eyes, her breath came in short, sharp bursts. What he said hit her hard in the chest and made her question everything she thought she knew. Stay. Fight with me. It wasn’t a command. It wasn’t a demand. It was a deal.She wasn’t sure what she had expected after agreeing to stay, but she should have known that trust wasn’t earned overnight. The warriors watched her like she was a caged animal, and the pack members whispered behind her back. She ignored them, focusing instead on the task at hand.But was it one she could accept?Damian wasted no time. That morning, he summoned her to the war room again. The air was thick with tension as she stepped inside, meeting his golden gaze.“You wanted a say,” he said. “Here’s your chance.”She crossed her arms, eyeing the map spread across the table. Rogue activity had increased. The northern borders were under constant attack, and even Damian’s warriors were struggling to hold the line.
Strategy and ShadowsAfter deciding to stay, Lena was not sure what she had anticipated, but she should have realised that trust was not something that was gained quickly. The pack members murmured behind her back while the warriors observed her like an animal in a cage. She chose to ignore them and concentrate on the current assignment.Damian did not waste any time. He called her back to the war room that morning. As she entered and saw his golden eyes, the tension in the air was palpable.He remarked, "You wanted a say." "This is your opportunity."Eyeing the map that was laid out on the table, she crossed her arms. There was more rogue activity. Even Damian's warriors were having difficulty holding the line as the northern borders were constantly being attacked.On the map, Lena tapped a point. "They are going to hit here next."Standing next to Damian, Elliot scowled. "How do you know for sure?""Because I understand their thought process," Lena answered. They do not go straight
The Binding TiesThe following morning was gloomy and tense. The entire camp was bathed in a gloomy grey as the clouds above grew with the promise of rain. Lena moved robotically, correcting a warrior's stance, assisting with drills, and nodding briefly when someone talked to her, but her thoughts were not at all there.She was troubled by Kieran's remarks.Lena noticed Damian talking softly to Elliot and Jace by the main firepit after the training was over. She became tense at their solemn looks and hushed voices. She thought about coming closer, but changed her mind and turned to face the camp's edge.The woodland called her back to the place where her world had fallen apart the previous evening, looming like a black curtain."Are you running away again?"Lena turned to see Jace with his arms folded and leaning against a tree. His typical playfulness was gone from his smirk."Just pondering," she remarked."That is what you have been doing a lot lately." His eyes grew softer. "What
Hidden SecretsThe pack was on edge from the battle's aftermath. Even though they had won, the rogues had made it clear that they had no intention of giving up. Tension hovered in the air like a storm waiting to break, yet the warriors intensified their efforts and strengthened defences.Lena had a nagging suspicion that things was not quite right. Although the rogues had launched a fierce onslaught, their withdrawal was too well-managed. They had a leader who understood strategy, so they were not just dumb brutes.That implied that they will return.She trained the scouting teams over the course of the following few days, teaching them how to move covertly and identify threats before they materialised. She was aware that some of them still had doubts about her, but she did not give a damn. It was one thing to prove herself to Damian, but quite another to prove herself to them.But Jace seems to have grown fond of her. He even sparred with her during training sessions and showed her s
The Initial ConflictThe warning horns sounded across the camp just as the sun was about to rise. Lena had already woken up and was looking around the thick woodland from the northern watchtower. Between the woods, shadows moved more quickly than any human could.Here were the outlaws.She snatched up the rope ladder and slid quickly down, her boots slamming against the floor. The warriors were rushing to their posts. Already in the war room, Damian gave commands with the assurance of a commander who has witnessed innumerable conflicts.Lena rushed into the room and declared, "They are coming in from the north." "Just as I predicted they would."With no surprise at all, Damian nodded. "Let us make sure they regret it after that."Leaning over the chart, Elliot traced a route with his finger. "We can drive them into the valley, where they will not have any cover, if we cut them off here."Lena gave a headshake. "No, that is just what they desire. They anticipate an ambush, so they want
Strategy and ShadowsAfter deciding to stay, Lena was not sure what she had anticipated, but she should have realised that trust was not something that was gained quickly. The pack members murmured behind her back while the warriors observed her like an animal in a cage. She chose to ignore them and concentrate on the current assignment.Damian did not waste any time. He called her back to the war room that morning. As she entered and saw his golden eyes, the tension in the air was palpable.He remarked, "You wanted a say." "This is your opportunity."Eyeing the map that was laid out on the table, she crossed her arms. There was more rogue activity. Even Damian's warriors were having difficulty holding the line as the northern borders were constantly being attacked.On the map, Lena tapped a point. "They are going to hit here next."Standing next to Damian, Elliot scowled. "How do you know for sure?""Because I understand their thought process," Lena answered. They do not go straight
A Deal with the AlphaAs Lena looked into Damian's golden eyes, her breath came in short, sharp bursts. What he said hit her hard in the chest and made her question everything she thought she knew. Stay. Fight with me. It wasn’t a command. It wasn’t a demand. It was a deal.She wasn’t sure what she had expected after agreeing to stay, but she should have known that trust wasn’t earned overnight. The warriors watched her like she was a caged animal, and the pack members whispered behind her back. She ignored them, focusing instead on the task at hand.But was it one she could accept?Damian wasted no time. That morning, he summoned her to the war room again. The air was thick with tension as she stepped inside, meeting his golden gaze.“You wanted a say,” he said. “Here’s your chance.”She crossed her arms, eyeing the map spread across the table. Rogue activity had increased. The northern borders were under constant attack, and even Damian’s warriors were struggling to hold the line.
Escape or AllianceLena lay awake in the small room they gave her and stared at the ceiling made of wood. The jail was better than the dungeon, but it was still a prison. Damian gave her some time to decide, but she already knew she could not stay. Now she would be stuck in a new way if she agreed to his plan. She would be tied to the Alpha and his war. If she said no, he would never let her go.There must be a different way.She had a lot of ideas, and each one was more risky than the last. It was not easy to get out of Shadowmoor. It was a fortress surrounded by dangerous land and guarded by trained soldiers. But she had learned how to get out of tough spots before.She sat up when there was a light knock on the door. As he leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, Elliot smiled at her.He said, "You look like an animal in a cage."Lena's eyes got narrow. "What do you want from me?""I might want to help you."She laughed. "Why would you do that?"He cocked his head. "Becaus
The Alpha’s PropositionLena did not sleep much. The cold of the dungeon got into her bones, and the thin cot did not warm her up much. But she could not sleep because of him, not because she was uncomfortable.Damian.His words haunted her, tangled with the primal pull of their mate bond. I don’t want a mate. His rejection should have been a relief. Still, it hurt more than she wanted to say.She jumped up when she heard a sharp clanking sound.The dungeon door swung open, revealing Damian standing there, his golden eyes closed. Two guards stood on either side of him, their expressions neutral, but their presence was an unspoken warning.“Come,” Damian ordered.Lena didn’t move. “To Where?”He exhaled, impatient. “You’ll eat. Then we talk.”Her stomach turned. She did not know why she should trust him, but she had to. She could not get acne if she was not fed. As the guards moved out of the way, she forced herself to stand up and squared her shoulders. Damian turned around and led he
The Alpha’s PrisonerLena knew she was in trouble as soon as they got to the Shadowmoor packhouse.The building loomed before her—massive, built from dark stone and timber, its walls whispering of old power. A long set of stairs led to the grand entrance, where two guards stood watch. Their sharp eyes locked onto her the moment she arrived, their expressions unreadable.Elliot tightened his grip on her arm as they ascended the steps. “Behave, little criminal.”Lena gave him a mean look but said nothing. Her mind was racing, trying to piece together an escape. This wasn’t just any pack—Shadowmoor was one of the strongest in the region. Damian Thorn was not only a ruthless Alpha but also an unforgiving leader. And now, he was her mate.No. She refused to accept it.The heavy doors swung open, revealing a grand hall lined with warriors and pack members. They all turned to watch her, whispering among themselves. Some looked curious. Others are careful. A few seemed outright hostile.A wom
Captured by the AlphaThe scent of pine and wet ground filled Lena Carter’s lungs as she ran. She stepped on broken twigs, and the cold wind hurt her skin. She turned around and left. She did not need to. More and more screams could be heard.Faster. Move.Her wolf encouraged her to keep going, but she was too tired to follow. She had been running for hours, and her body was worn out. They found her. After years of hiding, Shadowmoor's guards had finally found her. They were now going after her like an animal.A branch cut her cheek. She barely moved. She could hear them now—at least four wolves closing in, their paws hitting the ground in the forest. Her heart pounded. Her only chance was to reach the river. If she could get to the water, she might be able to mask her scent and throw them off.She leapt over a fallen treeShe felt a lot of pain in her head. She was hit from behind by something that knocked the air out of her lungs. She hit the wet ground hard and rolled around a lot