Third Person's POV Training has been more vigorous in the Silver Moon Pack. With the new people around, new techniques has been introduced and everyone were working hard together to get better and support their home and family. Siera, Zeina and some witches were working on the protective dome shield that would protect the whole fight from the outside world. "How strong would this shield be?" Kamila asked. "This is the strongest shield I have ever seen anyone create Kami, all thanks to you so you have to worry about any creature getting loose and roaming the world." Siera told her. "Okay." Kamila replied. She left Zeina and Siera with the other witches and chose a spot that was kind of free with no one else training there. Taking a deep breath, she conjured a ball of flame on her right hand and water on her left. With the ball of fire and water, she tried to merge them together to make a whip of lava, that way it would be longer than a firesword and reach farther than a sword ca
Third Person's POVKamila stood with her friends, Sarah and Zoë, on the wide, weathered deck of the pack house, savoring the crisp evening air. The trio had been busy preparing for the upcoming harvest festival, laughing and recounting tales of past pack celebrations. However, their joyful conversation abruptly ended when the sharp wail of an alarm sliced through the calm of the evening. The harsh sound was unmistakable—an intruder alarm.Instantly, the atmosphere shifted from carefree to tense. Kamila's heart raced as she recalled the alarm's purpose. It was a dire warning that unknown entities were approaching the pack borders. With over 300 wolves and their families to consider, the pack's safety was paramount. Leaders and warriors sprang into action, shouting orders and guiding everyone towards the underground safety bunker.Kamila glanced at Sarah and Zoë, seeing her own worry mirrored in their eyes. “I need to make sure everyone's safe,” she said, her voice firm with resolve. Sh
Third Person's POVThe battlefield was a maelstrom of vìolence andchaos. the air thìck with the scent of sweat and blood.Amid the cacophony of snarls and growls. Greyson'sheart pounded iercely. fueled by a blistering rage.Each step he took twas heavy. deliberate. markìng hisdescent from the rìdge where he had watched.helpless. as his pack members fell one by one. Theground beneath hìm. slick with mud and gore. seemedto pulse with the beat of his anger."Dylan!" Greyson's roar sliced through the tumult.commading the attention of everyone around. Thetuo Alphas. Dylan and Ryan. turned towards hìm.their expressions set in grìm determìnation. The stormabove mirrored Greyson's fury. casting the scene ineerie flashes of light and shadow.In the private communion of their mindlink. Dylan'svoice was cool and resolute. 'Leave hìm. he is ours todeal with.' The surrounding wolves. recognizing thecommand of their leaders. stepped back. creating aclear path for Greyson. Their eyes
Third Person's POVThe festive atmosphere that had enveloped the battlefield after the defeat of Drayka and his dark forces gradually gave way to a somber, reverent mood as the sun dipped below the horizon. The air was heavy with the weight of loss, the echoes of victory mingling with the solemnity of remembrance.Kamila stood at the heart of it all, flanked by her two mates, Dylan and Ryan. They were the pillars of her strength, their presence offering comfort and solace in the face of grief. Together, they surveyed the scene, where the fallen heroes lay in silent repose, their bodies shrouded in makeshift coverings."They will be remembered well, for their bravery and selflessness," Kamila said softly, her voice carrying a note of sorrow that mirrored the emotions of those around her. She reached out, intertwining her fingers with Dylan's and Ryan's, drawing strength from their shared bond.Dylan nodded solemnly, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "They fought valiantly, every o
Dylan approached the remaining members of Greyson's pack, his steps heavy with the weight of responsibility. As their Alpha and Beta had fallen in battle, leaving them leaderless, it fell upon him to address their uncertain future.The werewolves, their faces drawn and weary, looked up at him expectantly as he cleared his throat, preparing to speak."As your Alpha, is no more. Your pack needs a new leader." He began"Until Greyson's son, who is but a child of ten years, comes of age, you must have someone to lead all of you," Dylan said, his gaze sweeping over the assembled werewolves. "I ask you to consider carefully, to choose wisely, for the future of our pack depends on it."There was a murmur of agreement among the werewolves as they exchanged glances, weighing their options. Dylan could see the uncertainty in their eyes, the fear of making the wrong choice."We need someone who is strong, someone who is wise," one of the werewolves spoke up, his voice firm despite the tremor of
Third Person's POV In the days following the battle, the pack focused on repairing the damage sustained during the conflict. The once chaotic scenes of war were gradually replaced by determined efforts to rebuild and restore. The resilience of the werewolves and their allies shone through as they worked tirelessly to return their home to its former glory. Kamila, Dylan, and Ryan oversaw the reconstruction efforts, coordinating teams and ensuring that every member of the pack had a role to play. The atmosphere was one of collective effort, each individual contributing to the shared goal of recovery and renewal. The pack hospital, which had been a hive of activity in the immediate aftermath of the battle, now stood empty. The injured warriors, once filling the beds and corridors, had been healed by the combined efforts of the pack's healers and the magical aid from their allied witches. Kamila couldn't help but feel a deep sense of relief and pride as she walked through the quiet, or
Kamila's POV After telling Serenity all about the supernatural world. I just hoped I did not freak her out too much. Fangirling over movies like Twilight, the vampire diaries and teen wolf is quite different from realising that they are all real. That morning, I stood in the kitchen, the warm aroma of freshly cooked pancakes filling the air. The morning light streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow over the countertops. I had just placed the last stack of pancakes on the table when my phone rang. Wiping my hands on a towel, I picked it up and saw Serenity's name flashing on the screen. My heart skipped a beat; I hoped our conversation about the supernatural world hadn't scared her off. "Hello?" I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. "Kamila, it's me," Serenity's voice came through, sounding a bit breathless but determined. "I've been thinking a lot about what you told me." I braced myself, unsure of what was coming next. "And?" "And I want to come visit," she sai
Third Person's POVThe sun was just beginning to rise over the Silver Moon Pack territory, casting a golden glow over the trees and fields. Kamila woke up with a sense of excitement, knowing that today was all about showing Serenity the wonders of her new world. She quickly got dressed and headed downstairs, where Dylan and Ryan were already busy in the kitchen.They had breakfast together and Kamila left to the pack house to get Serenity sì they could start their adventure for the day."Good morning!" Kamila greeted, her smile bright. "Ready for your first full day with us?"Serenity looked up, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Absolutely. I'm so excited to see everything."Zoë and Sarah soon joined them, equally eager to start the day. After a hearty breakfast between Serenity, Zoė and Sarah, the four women set out to explore the pack's extensive grounds. The fresh morning air was invigorating, and Serenity marveled at the natural beauty surrounding her.
Kamila lay nestled between Dylan and Ryan, the warm glow of the fairy lights casting a soft, intimate light over the room. The bracelet with charms representing their children sparkled on her wrist, a constant reminder of the love and unity that bound them together. She felt an overwhelming surge of gratitude and love for her two husbands, who had made the day so incredibly special.Dylan turned towards her, his fingers gently caressing her cheek. “You’re so beautiful, Kamila. Every day with you is a gift.”Ryan shifted closer, his hand resting on her hip. “We love you more than words can express,” he said, his voice husky with emotion.Kamila smiled, her heart swelling with love. “I love you both so much,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for making today unforgettable.”Dylan leaned in and kissed her softly, his lips warm and tender against hers. The kiss deepened, filled with the promise and passion that had always defined their relationship. Kamila felt a sh
Four years laterThe Silver Moon Pack was more vibrant and bustling than ever, the pack's laughter and chatter echoing through the forest. Four years had passed since Kamila and her husbands, Dylan and Ryan, welcomed their triplets into the world. Their children, Aiden, Liam, and Elara, were now four years old, each one bursting with unique personality traits that made every day an adventure.Aiden was the eldest of the triplets by just a few minutes, but he wore his "big brother" title with pride. With his tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes, he was the picture of determination and protectiveness. Aiden had an innate sense of responsibility that often led him to look after his siblings and cousins, ensuring they stayed out of too much trouble.Liam, on the other hand, was the epitome of mischief. His quicksilver eyes sparkled with a playful glint, always on the lookout for the next adventure or prank. Liam's energy was boundless, and his laughter infectious. Whether it was snea
Third Person's POVAaron had always dreamed of being a father, and now, with Victor by his side, that dream was about to come true. The discovery of the twin boys at the pack borders had been a moment of both concern and hope. The distinct scent of rogues on them had initially raised alarms, but the babies themselves were innocent, pure, and in need of a family.Aaron and Victor had immediately felt a connection with the twins when they first saw them. Their tiny faces, peeking out from beneath the rough blankets they were wrapped in, had tugged at their hearts. The decision to adopt them was instantaneous and unanimous.Now, as they stood in the pack’s office, signing the final adoption papers, a sense of excitement and anticipation filled the room. Kamila, Dylan, and Ryan were there for support, their smiles broad and encouraging.Victor glanced at Aaron, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. "Are we really ready for this?" he asked quietly.Aaron reached out and took his hand, squeezi
Kamila's POV It was early morning and the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on our bedroom. I rolled out of bed, rubbing my eyes, and headed to the bathroom to freshen up for work. As soon as I stepped inside, a wave of nausea hit me, and I barely made it to the toilet before throwing up. "Kamila, are you okay?" Dylan called from the bedroom, his voice tinged with concern. I flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, attempting to sound casual. "I think I just ate too much last night." Ryan appeared at the bathroom door, his brow furrowed with worry. "You don't look fine. Maybe you should take it easy today." I forced a smile, not wanting to alarm them. "I'll be okay. It's probably just something I ate. I'll take it easy, I promise." Despite my assurances, the nausea persisted throughout the week. Every morning, I found myself rushing to the bathroom, and it became harde
Third Person's POV Zoë and Sarah had always dreamed of building a family together. They shared a deep love for each other and wanted to extend that love to children. Over several late-night conversations, they decided they wanted to adopt. Their unique situation as a werewolf and human couple led them to a special decision: they would adopt one werewolf child and one human child. One evening, after dinner, they sat together on the couch, holding hands as they discussed their plans. "I really want to adopt a werewolf child from our pack," Zoë said, her eyes filled with determination. "There are so many who need a family after everything that happened with Drayka." Sarah nodded, squeezing Zoë's hand. "And I think adopting a human child would be wonderful too. It will show that love transcends our differences." With their minds made up, they approached Dylan and Ryan, who had always supported them in their endeavors. The Alphas listened intently as Zoë and Sarah explained their plan
Third Person's POV The morning of Kamila's wedding dawned bright and clear, the sun casting a golden glow over the Silver Moon Pack's territory. The forest venue was a picturesque scene, with flowers of every hue adorning the aisle and altar, and lanterns hanging from the trees, ready to illuminate the night. In the pack house, Kamila was surrounded by her closest friends and family as they helped her prepare for the big day. Zoë, Sarah, Serenity, Siera, and Marie bustled around her, each contributing their skills to make sure she looked perfect. "Your hair looks absolutely stunning," Serenity said, securing the final pin in Kamila's elaborate updo. Soft tendrils framed her face, adorned with delicate blossoms that matched the flowers outside. "Thanks, Serenity. I’m so glad you’re here," Kamila said, her voice filled with emotion. "I couldn’t imagine this day without you." Zoë stepped back to admire their handiwork. "Kamila, you look like a fairy princess," she said, her eye
Third Person's POVKamila stood in the middle of her new office, taking in the sight of the spacious, sunlit room that was now the headquarters of her interior design company. It had been a long journey to get here, filled with hard work and determination, but the moment was finally hers. The room was a testament to her vision, with elegant furnishings, meticulously chosen decor, and large windows that bathed the space in natural light.Dylan and Ryan walked in, their faces beaming with pride. "This is incredible, Kamila," Dylan said, looking around appreciatively. "You've outdone yourself."Ryan nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. This place is a masterpiece, just like everything you design."Kamila smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. "Thank you both so much. I couldn't have done it without your support."Dylan wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "We always believed in you. Your talent is extraordinary, and now the world gets to see it."Ryan added, "And we'll always b
Third Person's POVAfter the party, Kamila returned back home with her two mates who were still happy from the earlier events and excited for what was about to come next.The house was quiet, a stark contrast to the lively environment they had just left.As they entered the bedroom, Kamila felt a rush of anticipation. The room was dimly lit with moonlight casting a warm glow in their faces. Dylan closed the door behind them and the atmosphere changed becoming more intimate.Ryan stepped closer to Kamila, his eyes dark with desire. "Tonight was amazing, now it is about to get even more amazing." He said, his voice low and husky.Kamila felt a shudder run down her spine. His voice doing nothing else but reigniting the fire of passion that is burning in her. "I'm so glad you both enjoy it and my gifts." She managed to say.Dylan stepped behind her wrapping his arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her neck. "We did, and we are going to show you just how much we appreciate everythin
That morning. Kamila was alone at home with her mates gone to deal with work for the day. she was pacing back and forth in the living room, her brow furrowed with worry. In just a few days, it would be Dylan and Ryan’s birthday, and she still hadn’t found the perfect gift for her mates. Zoë and Serenity walked in, immediately noticing Kamila’s distress. “Kamila, what’s wrong?” Serenity asked, her voice full of concern. Kamila sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I haven’t found the right gifts for Dylan and Ryan yet. Their birthday is so close, and I want to get them something special, something that shows how much they mean to me.” Zoë stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Kamila’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Kamila. I'm sure you will find the perfect gifts. Let’s go to the mall and see what we can find.” Serenity nodded in agreement. “Yes, a little shopping trip will do us all some good. Plus, we get to spend the day together.”