Valeria I sat by the window, staring out into the darkness beyond the trees, the weight of everything pressing down on me like a suffocating fog. No matter how hard I tried to push through, to keep my head up, the doubts kept creeping in. Would I ever be enough for them? Could I ever earn their trust, or would I always be the outcast, the one they feared more than they respected?My thoughts were interrupted by the soft creak of the door behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. His presence was like a pulse in the air, steady and strong, filling the space with a kind of warmth I’d come to crave.Aiden.“You’re brooding again,” he said quietly, his voice low and comforting.I didn’t respond at first, still lost in the storm of my own thoughts. But I felt him move closer, his steps light on the wooden floor until he was standing just behind me. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and it sent a shiver down my spine.“It’s hard not to brood when the world see
Valeria As the night grew darker and quieter, I found myself wandering the grounds of the packhouse, trying to make sense of the chaos that had become my life. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the trees, and the crisp air filled my lungs, helping to clear my head. I needed this. A moment to breathe, to think, to figure out what the hell I was going to do next.Returning to Shadowfang with Kade felt like my only option. With the council and half the pack against me, staying here was too dangerous. And yet, the thought of going back to Shadowfang didn’t exactly fill me with relief either. Kade had lied to me. He had kept the truth about who I was hidden, and while I understood his fears, it didn’t erase the betrayal I felt. I didn’t know how to feel about him now.And then there was Rylan. I sighed, rubbing my temples as I remembered the confrontation earlier.“Do you still want to reject me?” Rylan had asked, his voice raw with emotion. His piercing eyes searched
ValeriaThe journey to Shadowfang pack was shrouded in a thick, uncomfortable silence. I glanced at Kade from time to time, his profile hard and unreadable as he drove us through the dense forest that separated the two territories. The tension between us was palpable, almost suffocating, but I wasn’t ready to break it just yet. There was so much left unsaid, so much I didn’t know how to address. His betrayal still stung, the fact that he had kept such a monumental secret from me,my identity, my powers,made it difficult to trust him fully again.I crossed my arms and leaned back against the seat, staring out the window at the blurred scenery. My mind was swirling with thoughts about everything that had happened,the council’s dissent, being named the Luna Queen, the mysterious figure from last night who claimed to know more about my power than I did. And then there was Rylan, whose question still echoed in my mind: Do you still want to reject me?I sighed softly, trying to clear my head
ValeriaThe night air felt thick as I stood before Malachai, my heart pounding with the weight of his words. Valeria Nightshade. The name echoed in my mind, unfamiliar and unsettling. I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes at him, trying to keep my composure.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said firmly. “I’m Valeria Blackthorn. The Nightshades are… they’re dead. The royal family was wiped out… the Alpha King and his entire bloodline.”Malachai’s lips curled into a smile, dark and knowing. His eyes, gleaming with amusement, seemed to pierce through me. “Is that what you think?” he asked, his voice low and mocking. “Do you really think that’s the whole story? Or do you just believe whatever you’ve been fed by those around you?”I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to snap at him. His arrogance grated on my nerves, but there was something else there, something unsettling, as if he knew more than I could comprehend. He was toying with me, playing on the doubts that had alread
Valeria The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the forest as I shifted into my wolf form, my fur rippling under the cool night breeze. The events of the day weighed heavily on me… Mikaela’s incessant jabs, the constant whispers of doubt from those around me, and the looming threat of Malachai’s words still echoing in my mind. I needed space, a moment to breathe away from all of it.The ground beneath my paws was soft, the familiar earth giving me comfort as I ran through the woods. The wind rushed past me, and for a brief moment, I felt free… free of expectations, of doubt, of the burdens that had been placed upon me. It was just me and the wild, a part of me that no one could take away. But as much as I wanted to lose myself in the peace of the night, something in the air felt off, like the shadows themselves were watching.Suddenly, I caught a scent. It was faint at first but unmistakable, Malachai. A low growl rumbled from deep within my chest as I slowed my pac
Valeria The trek back to the packhouse was slow and heavy, my limbs aching with fatigue after the confrontation with Malachai. The adrenaline that had kept me going now seeped away, leaving me drained, both physically and mentally. His threat echoed in my mind, and no matter how hard I tried to push it away, I couldn’t shake the dread creeping into my chest.When I reached the packhouse, the familiar stone walls no longer felt as safe as they once had. The night was still, but it was the kind of stillness that promised a storm. I walked through the doors, the weight of Malachai’s words pressing on my shoulders. His admission of killing the Alpha King and his family played over in my head. The horror of it, the cruelty, was something I couldn’t comprehend. And his determination to destroy me—destroy everything—made it worse.As soon as I entered the main hall, I caught sight of Kade standing near the fireplace, speaking quietly with Callan, his beta. Their faces were drawn, concern ev
ValeriaThe first sign of trouble came with a gust of wind that sent a shiver down my spine, colder than any breeze I’d felt before. I was standing by the window, watching the patrols make their rounds just outside the packhouse. The doubled defenses Kade had ordered were in place, and everyone was on high alert, but somehow, it didn’t feel like enough. There was an undercurrent of unease, a feeling that something was brewing just beneath the surface, waiting to strike.I had barely turned away from the window when the attack began.The ground trembled beneath my feet, a low rumble that quickly escalated into a violent quake. The air filled with a thick, oppressive energy, the kind that made it hard to breathe, as if the very atmosphere had shifted under Malachai’s dark influence. I raced toward the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew without a doubt that this was him—Malachai had come.Shouts and snarls erupted outside, and as I threw open the door, I saw chaos unfold before
Valeria The next morning, I awoke to the sound of soft murmurs outside my room. My body ached from the events of the previous day, and my mind was no better—rattled by the lingering darkness of Malachai’s attack and his chilling threats. I dragged myself out of bed, feeling like a weight had settled on my chest, making it hard to breathe, let alone think clearly.As I made my way downstairs, I found Kade, already deep in conversation with his beta, Callan. They were discussing last night’s defenses and the extent of the damage Malachai had caused. But before I could ask any questions, the doors to the packhouse opened, and Jeric walked in, followed closely by Rylan and Aiden.Their presence brought a sense of relief and anxiety all at once. Aiden’s eyes found mine instantly, his face a mixture of concern and frustration, while Rylan looked equally tense. The tension in the room shifted the moment they entered, like everyone was waiting for something to happen.Aiden was the first to
Valeria Stepping into the packhouse, I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. My mind was still spinning from what had just happened. Rogues… they had threatened me, and if that was true, it meant something far more disturbing—Jeric hadn’t been killed by Kade, but by the rogues. The weight of that realization settled heavy in my chest as I walked forward, the packhouse looming before me in the night.Outside, I spotted Rylan. His tall, broad figure was unmistakable, even in the shadows. He was pacing, looking tense and worried, his eyes scanning the darkness as if he were searching for something—or someone. Probably me.I took a deep breath and steeled myself. There was no time to dwell on the fear gnawing at my insides. I had to tell someone, but the pieces of the puzzle still didn’t fit perfectly. Why would the rogues care about me becoming Luna Queen? What was the real reason behind all this?“Valeria?” Rylan’s voice broke through my thoughts as he spotted me. His e
Valeria The rogue leader’s grin widened as he leaned against the stone wall of the small, dark room they had thrown me into. His eyes glinted with amusement, like he was enjoying my confusion. I narrowed my gaze at him, refusing to let fear take root in my voice.“Why should I give up the coronation?” I demanded. “What could you possibly gain from stopping me?”The rogue leader crossed his arms, tilting his head as if considering my question. His features were sharp, hardened by years of living in the wild, away from the structure and protection of a pack. There was a wildness in his eyes that unnerved me, but I kept my composure.“I could ask you the same question, Luna,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “What’s in it for you? Power? Control? Or is it something more personal?”I kept my face neutral, refusing to let him bait me into an argument. “Becoming the Luna Queen isn’t just about power. It’s about protecting my pack, uniting the wolves against Malachai. You know what he’s
Valeria The morning of Jeric’s funeral came far too quickly. The air was heavy with the weight of loss, and as I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the simple black dress I had chosen for the day, a dull ache settled deep in my chest. The Beta of our pack—Jeric, my friend and one of my most loyal supporters—was gone. It still didn’t feel real.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Today was not about me; it was about honoring Jeric and his service to the wolf pack. But deep down, the growing storm of uncertainty and betrayal gnawed at me. Who could have done this? And why?A soft knock sounded at my door, pulling me from my thoughts. I opened it to find Rylan standing there, his face a mixture of concern and determination. His presence always brought a strange comfort, though today, I couldn’t shake the tension that seemed to hang in the air between us.“Valeria,” he said softly, stepping into the room. “I wanted to check on you before the funeral. Are you alright?”I f
Valeria Sitting on the stone ledge of the balcony, I watched the sky above me, dark and heavy with clouds that threatened rain but never delivered. The stars were barely visible through the blanket of gray, and it felt as though the world was mirroring my internal turmoil. The night air was cool, biting against my skin, but I didn’t care. I had too much on my mind to even notice.Jeric was dead. Kade was being accused of his murder. And now, just days before I was supposed to be crowned as Luna Queen, everything felt like it was falling apart.I rested my head in my hands, my chest tightening as the weight of it all pressed down on me. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Jeric was supposed to be by my side, helping me navigate the political minefield, guiding me through the challenges of leadership. And Kade—how could anyone think that Kade would kill him? It didn’t make sense. Kade and Jeric had been brothers in everything but blood. To believe that Kade would betray him, be
KadeJeric’s body had barely gone cold, and already I felt the weight of the world pressing down on me. My heart was shattered, and my mind spun in chaotic loops. Jeric—my best friend, my brother in arms—was gone, ripped from this world by an assassin’s blade. I hadn’t been able to save him, and that failure sat heavy on my chest like a boulder.But even in my grief, one thing was clear: this wasn’t just an attack. It was a deliberate, calculated strike meant to unravel everything we’d been working for. The timing, the location, the swiftness of the blow—it was all too perfect. Jeric’s death was designed to stop Valeria’s coronation and plunge us into chaos. And I could already feel the noose tightening around my neck.The moment I stepped foot back into the pack’s territory, the whispers began. Eyes followed me with suspicion, and the once-familiar faces of my pack members now seemed hostile, accusing. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold it together as I made my way to the heart of th
The night air was thick with anticipation as I made my way to the meeting point. The moon hung low, casting a pale glow over the forest clearing. The coronation was less than twenty-four hours away, and every muscle in my body was coiled tight, ready to spring at the slightest hint of danger.I hated this feeling—the gnawing uncertainty that had settled in my gut over the past few days. I tried to push it down, but the closer we got to Valeria’s coronation, the louder that inner voice became. Something wasn’t right. I could feel it.As I approached the clearing, I spotted Jeric standing by the fire we’d set up for these late-night strategy sessions. His silhouette was tall and steady, the flames casting shadows across his face as he rifled through some papers. Jeric, ever the politician, ever the confident leader, always looked so damn composed.“Kade,” he called out, not looking up from his notes. “You’re late.”“Had to check on security,” I replied, coming to stand beside him. “You
KadeThe sun was setting as I stood by the window, staring out at the training grounds below. Pack members moved with purpose, preparing for Valeria’s coronation. Despite the outward display of unity, I could feel the tension simmering beneath the surface. It was subtle, but it was there—whispers, side glances, moments of hesitation when Valeria’s name was mentioned. Some still doubted her, questioning whether she was strong enough to lead us, to unite the packs and face Malachai’s growing threat.I shook my head, pushing those thoughts aside. Jeric and I had come too far to let doubts derail our plans now. We had the support of most of the key leaders, and once the coronation was done, Valeria would have the authority she needed to solidify her position. Still, something gnawed at me. Seraphina’s presence lingered like a shadow, always on the edge of things. She was no longer openly defiant, but I knew better than to trust her sudden silence.“Something’s not right,” I muttered to my
KadeThe room was quiet except for the soft scratching of pens on paper. I glanced at Jeric across the table, his brow furrowed in concentration as he scribbled notes in the margins of the coronation agenda. His dedication to Valeria’s future as Luna Queen was unwavering, a quality I both admired and relied on. He believed in her, just as I did. Her ascension was not just about securing the future of the pack—it was about standing strong against the threat Malachai posed to all of us. If Valeria could unite the packs under one banner, we’d have the strength we needed to crush him.“We need to make sure the northern pack leaders are on board,” Jeric said, not looking up from his notes. “Without their support, it’ll be hard to get the others to fall in line.”I nodded, leaning back in my chair. The coronation was less than a week away, and the opposition was growing. There were those who still questioned Valeria’s capability, who whispered that she wasn’t ready to lead. But I knew bette
RylanThe night was thick with shadows as I moved through the dense trees, the silence broken only by the soft crunch of leaves beneath my boots. It had taken time to make the necessary arrangements, to ensure that no one would notice my absence from the packhouse. This was a dangerous meeting, one that would raise too many questions if anyone found out. But I didn’t have a choice. The stakes were higher than anyone realized, and I had to take control of the situation before it spiraled beyond our grasp.The rogues had agreed to meet me at the edge of the forest, far from any patrol routes or prying eyes. It was neutral ground, but there was always an underlying tension when dealing with rogues. They weren’t bound by the same rules or codes that governed the packs. They thrived on chaos, on breaking the very order I was sworn to uphold. But tonight, I needed them.As I stepped into the clearing, I saw them waiting. Three rogue leaders, each with their own reputation for violence and c