Xavier let out a blood curdling scream.
“ARGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
I screamed and Aurora broke into screams and wails. The walls around us trembled and the ground shook. The windows and door broke into pieces.
A body was thrown onto me and I screamed again. Aurora went still in my arms and I panicked.
I quickly patted her cheeks and called her, but she didn’t respond. I shook her tiny chest, but no.
No.
No.
No.
Aurora noooooooooo.
“Shhhh. She is fine. She is just unconscious.” That was
The night of the sacrifice felt like a distant memory, but I remembered every detail with chilling clarity.The flickering torches. The scent of blood in the air. The quiet murmurs of the Elders as they stood in a circle, their faces grave and knowing.I remembered standing there, my heart hammering as Ariana took the blood oath with Lucas. I should have been focused on her, on what it meant for us. But something else had been stirring inside me that night.A pull.A strange, invisible force winding itself around my ribs, tightening with every passing second. It was subtle at first—a whisper at the back of my mind, a shiver in my spine. But then came the sharp pain in my chest, a sensation so foreign, so suffocating, that I had to grip the edge of a wooden bench ju
“You are a vampire Xavier.” Shane’s voice cut through. Ariana sniffed beside me. “Hey, what happened? What’s wrong?” I asked cupping her face. She shook her head and forced a smile. I didn’t know what to do.“A vampire? How?” How could I be a vampire? And how did I not know about it all this time? No, she is lying. I am not a vampire. But everything came crashing. Again.The way I threw that guard across the room, the heightened sense of smell I had developed recently, the fear in Ariana’s eyes whenever she saw me. Everything came back to me.“Why?” I didn’t know what I was asking or whom I was asking, but yeah, I wanted to know. Know something about myself.I lifted my head and glanced around the room. My eyes found Lucas. He was standing there looking at us. I stood up, and Ariana followed suit. Walking towards him, my hands fell on the bundle in his arms.My daughter.No. Our daughter. I extended my hands towards him and he looked at Ariana. She nodded and Lucas handed my baby gir
Kane and Jake stood outside my bedroom.Looks like sleep left me forever. I don’t even remember the last time I slept. No, I don’t even remember the last time I closed my eyes accidentally. Everytime I look back, all I see is the future coming faster, onto us.“What now?” Something looked funny. No, it smelled funny. But I couldn’t do anything. It could just be my wolf acting up. We did not shift for the longest time and that could have made him irritated.“The vampires are at the border. They want to talk to you. They claim to come in peace, but I don’t trust those bloody bastards one bit.”“We need to talk to them before we plan on killing them, Jake. We don't know how many there are. And we definitely don’t know what they are up to.” Shutting my bedroom door, I walked out, Jake and Kane following me.We decided to shift and reach the border. My wolf was ready to release itself and I let him take charge. Grabbing our dresses in our mouths, we raced to the border. The guards were stat
Chapter 40: ARIANAThe first thing I thought of when I woke up was the vampires.Their promise. Their demand. Their threat.The night before had been tense. I had been awake for hours, listening to Xavier breathe beside me, feeling the weight of uncertainty pressing against my chest. The vampires had come to the border with a bargain—a simple exchange. Xavier for the safety of the werewolves. It wasn’t just an offer. It was a warning.But Xavier had refused them. He had stood his ground, denying their claim over him, choosing us—choosing me and Aurora. He had promised.And yet… something felt wrong.I turned, reaching for him, expecting to feel the warmth of his body beneath my fingertips.Cold sheets.Empty space.My stomach twisted, a slow, creeping unease crawling up my spine. I patted the space beside me, frowning. It was too cold. If
If devastation had a name, it would be Ariana. And if it had a life, it would be her. It had been three months since Xavier was gone. And by gone, there was no track, no scent, no information, no intel, nothing. Just gone.When Ariana came running to me three months ago, asking about Xavier, asking about his whereabouts, we thought we could track him down. But no, nothing of that sort worked.I didn’t know how miserable she was when I broke the bond, but seeing her right now, like this, made me feel the pain I have never felt before. We might have never mated, hell I had hardly marked her, but seeing your mate suffer makes you suffer. Period.We had celebrated Aurora’s birthday a few weeks ago. Ariana tried her best to stay happy and enthusiastic for her daughter, celebrating the important milestone of her daughter’s life. But the sparkle that always shone in her eyes, no matter how difficult the situation was, was lost. She was not the same anymore.If I lost Ariana years ago, I lost
Ariana had caught a weird bug. She didn’t get well after resting. She looked even more tired and worn out. Her face lost all the color from throwing up constantly. Even though she denied calling the doctor, I insisted on calling him. I had to keep these girls safe until Xavier is back.I hope he is alive.A part of me told that he was. We needed to find him. As soon as possible.I opened her door and let the doctor in. Aurora was playing after her snacks with the same lady, Saya, who took care of her when we were going through the ritual. Saya adored Aurora and Ariana as her own. She was also a constant support to her during these times. She forcefully fed Ariana when she refused to eat and cooked healthy food for them so that it could cheer them. She even tried to involve Ariana with her work as regularly as possible to help her change her mood and distract her.“Ari, the doctor is here.” She sleepily nodded and sat up. I had already briefed the doctor about her situation, so he didn
Becoming a mother is the biggest blessing in life. Nothing beats the feeling of holding your baby, taking care of it, knowing that you are the entire world for them. The way they look at you, the way their eyes find you, the way they smile when they see you—it is all way too special. But sometimes, this blessing comes at the most difficult times. Times where it is difficult to think of it as a blessing.This baby will definitely be a gift, a part of Xavier that still remains with me, but the fear overshadowed every other emotion I was supposed to feel.Because what if I lost this baby too?The thought clawed at my chest, sharp and unrelenting. I already had Aurora, my little girl, the one thing keeping me from shattering completely. But was I even enough for her anymore? She was barely a year old
I wish change was easy. It definitely wasn’t easy on me. I was about four months pregnant now, and I still hadn’t gotten used to it. It felt like a constant battle inside my body, but I was beginning to understand that change, especially the kind that came with being a mother, wasn’t meant to be easy. It was a journey, and I had no choice but to walk through it—no matter how hard it was.The months without Xavier had been endless. I missed him. I missed my husband, my friend, my lover—the man who had shared so many dreams with me, and now those dreams seemed so far out of reach. Every corner of our house held his presence, his scent, his laughter. It was like living in a memory. Hence, I moved to the packhouse. I longed for the moments we shared, for the way he would look at me with such love and devotion. I could still hear his voice in the quiet of the night, whispering that
Later, after the vampire was returned to his cell and the council notified, I found Ariana sitting alone near the edge of the camp. The firelight danced against her pale skin, casting long shadows behind her.She didn’t look at me when I sat down beside her.“I dreamed about him again last night,” she murmured. “But it wasn’t him. It was something darker… wearing his face.” I didn’t know what to say. So I said nothing.“I don’t know if I’ll be strong enough to face him,” she added. “You will,” I said, placing a hand gently on her back. “Because you’re not alone.”She turned to me, eyes brimming but unshed. “I’m scared, Lucas.”“So am I,” I whispered. “But fear doesn’t make us weak. It just means we still have so
The vampire looked nothing like the old stories said they would. I chuckled humorlessly at my thoughts. When did these bastards look like that?No long black cloak. No aristocratic smugness or silver tongue. Just a boy. Barely twenty. Skin gray, eyes glassy, limbs trembling. He was shackled to the post in our camp’s prison tent, the thick silver cuffs burning faint marks into his wrists.But it wasn’t the cuffs that made me uneasy. It was the silence. The way he sat there, head bowed, like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Ariana stood beside me, her arms folded across her chest, her expression unreadable. She hadn’t spoken since we walked in, but her presence alone filled the tent like a storm cloud.I cleared my throat. “Name.”
The scent of blood was the first thing that hit me when I woke up.It wasn’t strong. Not overwhelming. But it was there — metallic, raw, a whisper of death floating on the morning breeze.I sat up immediately, every muscle in my body tensing. Saya stirred inside me, her hackles rising.Something was wrong.I threw on a jacket over my clothes, not bothering to tie my hair, and rushed out of my tent. The camp was buzzing, warriors moving swiftly, the air heavy with tension. Lucas spotted me from across the clearing and hurried over, his face grim.“What happened?” I demanded before he could even speak.“Attack,” he said shortly, eyes scanning the
The darkness around me wasn’t cold or terrifying. It was warm. Comforting. Like sinking into a pool of velvet night, weightless, endless. I floated there, unsure if I was sleeping or dreaming or perhaps… dying. But then a soft sound echoed—a howl, low and sorrowful, yet filled with fierce love. I turned toward it instinctively.From the shadows, a figure emerged. Familiar. So painfully familiar it made my chest ache. Saya.My wolf. My soul. But she was different now.Her fur was no longer the dusky brown I remembered. It was pure white, gleaming like snow under moonlight. Each hair shimmered faintly, as though carrying stardust within it. Her eyes were still the same—those beautiful, soulful golds—but t
The walls of the tent felt like they were closing in on me. Ryan whimpered in my arms, tiny fists waving helplessly as he searched for comfort I wasn’t sure I could give. I cradled him closer to my chest, trying to rock him back to sleep. His body was so small, so fragile it terrified me. Every breath he took was a small miracle, a tiny battle fought and won.I brushed a kiss to his forehead, breathing in the soft, sweet scent of him—milk, baby powder, and something uniquely his own. Outside, the camp buzzed with movement. I could hear the warriors sparring again, could hear the council arguing strategies in low, urgent voices. There was no time to rest. No time to feel. But I couldn’t switch it off.Tears pricked my eyes as I pressed my cheek against Ryan’s fine, dark hair. I was supposed to lead them. I was supposed to be strong.
The training field smelled of sweat, dust, and raw determination. I stood at the edge, arms folded loosely across my chest, watching as warriors clashed and fell, got up, and clashed again.The air was thick with grunts and the rhythmic clatter of bodies hitting the ground. Across the open ground, banners of other packs fluttered in the sharp breeze. Wolf packs I hadn’t seen in years—some who had once been enemies, some who had disappeared into the rogue lands—had come back. Answering our call for help.It should have made me feel stronger. Safer. But all I felt was this hollow, gnawing ache.Lucas was across the field, organizing sparring matches, his voice steady and commanding. His presence was a steady rock in t
The council chamber buzzed with a low, tense energy, the kind that seeped into your skin and made your heart pound faster even when you were sitting still. I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the heavy oak table, fingers interlaced tightly. Ariana sat across from me, a thick folder of maps and reports open before her. Her face was calm, but her fingers trembled slightly as she turned a page.No one could blame her. We were planning a war.Around us, the council members—heads of the strongest families and allied packs—were murmuring, exchanging notes, pointing at strategic points on the giant map sprawled across the table.“We need to cut off their supply routes here,” Marcus said, jabbing his finger at a narrow valley south of the Darkpine Forest. “Otherwise, they’ll corner us.”“They’re vampires. They don’t need supplies. They just need blood,” snarled Liam, his voice rough. “They’ll feast on our people if we don’t stop them.”Ariana flinched slightly at that, and my heart twist
I could see the frozen expression on Ariana’s face, as Aurora called me ‘Dada’. I don’t think she was expecting this. Hell, even I wasn’t expecting this. And I don’t even know why she called me ‘Dada’ in the first place.Silence settled over the room after that one word escaped Aurora’s lips.Dada.The weight of it slammed into me harder than any blow I’d ever taken on the battlefield. And for a second—for a long, raw second—I didn’t know what to do.Ariana’s hand was still curled around mine, her fingers trembling slightly. I could feel her gaze on me, searching, waiting. Aurora, blissfully unaware of the way she had just cracked open an entirely new world between us, continued to cling
Do you ever wish to freeze some moments in life? Capture them in a box or pack them in a bag and always keep them with you?I was feeling like that today.In spite of everything that happened—Xavier’s betrayal, the deterioration of my health, the premature birth of Ryan, and the tension of the upcoming war—I was at peace. A rare, still kind of peace.It wasn’t the aching silence of emptiness I’d been carrying with me for so long. It wasn’t the cruel kind of quiet that comes after someone slams the door and never returns. No, this was a tender silence. A comforting one. It didn’t feel like a void anymore.I didn’t think I could ever fill that hole Xavier left behind. I used to believe that no matter how much I tried, no matt