The night was eerily quiet. Too quiet.Elena stood on the balcony of the pack house, her hands gently cradling her rounded belly as she breathed in the cool night air. She gazed out at the forest that surrounded the pack’s territory, the moonlight casting a silver glow on the treetops. It had been a long day. Damien had left for the council meeting hours ago, and though she trusted him implicitly, a strange sense of unease had settled in her chest since his departure.It wasn’t like her to feel this way. Normally, she could calm herself, reassure her mind that everything was going to be alright. But tonight felt different, like the stillness in the air was a precursor to something ominous.Mrs. Lauren had retired early, likely exhausted from the preparations for the new house she was secretly constructing for them. Elena had heard whispers of the project, though Mrs. Lauren had yet to mention it openly. The idea of escaping somewhere far, somewhere safe for their family, should have b
The chaos outside the pack house reached a deafening roar as the battle grew fiercer. The once serene haven was now a war zone, filled with the snarls and growls of wolves clashing in brutal combat. Elena could feel the tension thickening as the attackers surrounded the pack house. She was hidden away in one of the smaller rooms, but every thud, every cry, felt like it was inches away from her.Mrs. Lauren and the pack's most loyal warriors had formed a protective circle around the house, determined to keep Elena safe no matter the cost. But the enemy was relentless. Carl and his men pushed harder, more savage, with one goal in mind: take Elena and destroy Damien’s legacy.Outside, the sound of growling and clashing steel filled the air. The guards, along with Mrs. Lauren, fought with everything they had, fending off the attackers. Blood stained the earth, and the tension mounted with each passing second. Carl’s forces were fierce, more brutal than expected, and it was clear they had
Elena’s hands shook as she cradled Mrs. Lauren’s lifeless body in her arms. Her heart pounded with desperate urgency, refusing to accept what had just happened. The woman who had sworn to protect her, who had loved her as a daughter, couldn’t be gone. Not like this.“Elena!” one of the guards shouted, rushing toward her. His face was pale with panic, but his instincts took over as he knelt beside her. “We need to get her to the pack doctor, now!”Elena nodded frantically, her voice choked with sobs. “Yes, yes—help me lift her!” She knew, deep down, that it might already be too late. But she couldn’t give up. Not yet.Together with the guards, they hoisted Mrs. Lauren’s limp body from the blood-soaked ground. Elena’s hands were slick with blood, but she kept pressing on, focusing on the hope that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to save her.The pack house was a blur as they ran toward the medical wing. The sounds of battle still echoed faintly in the background, but Elena’s
The guards around them exchanged pained glances, mourning the loss of their beloved Luna's protector. Elena could feel their sorrow, their grief echoing her own, but in that moment, all she could focus on was the loss of the woman who had become like a mother to her.A deep, primal scream escaped her lips as the reality of Mrs. Lauren’s death settled in. She had lost a guardian, a mentor, and a friend all in one cruel moment. The weight of her grief was suffocating, a heavy fog that enveloped her entirely.As Elena knelt beside Mrs. Lauren, the rest of the world faded away. She felt a mix of anger, sorrow, and a burning desire for revenge against Carl and Ralph for what they had taken from her. She had to channel this pain into something stronger; she had to protect her child, as Mrs. Lauren had protected her.Outside the pack house, the battle raged on, but for Elena, the only fight that mattered was the one in her heart. She vowed that she would not let Mrs. Lauren’s sacrifice be in
Damien stood in the stillness of the night, leaning against the balcony overlooking the vast expanse of his territory. The cool breeze swept through the air, but it did little to calm the storm brewing inside him. His mother was gone, and the hole she left behind felt like an open wound, raw and aching. Rage, grief, and guilt mingled inside him, threatening to consume him entirely.He gripped the railing with white-knuckled fists, the wood creaking under the force of his hands. His mind was plagued with thoughts of revenge, thoughts of Carl and Alpha Ralph, and how they would pay for what they’d done. His mother’s blood was on their hands, and Damien vowed that they would suffer for it. They had torn his family apart, and for that, they would face his wrath.A low growl rumbled in his chest as his wolf stirred, responding to the turmoil inside him. His bloodlust, always lurking beneath the surface, began to rise. But this time, it wasn’t just the vampire side of him that wanted to kil
The night after the burial was eerily quiet, as if the world itself was mourning the loss of Mrs. Lauren. Damien sat alone in the pack’s great hall, the dim light from the hearth casting shadows across his face. His eyes were bloodshot from the exhaustion, but he couldn’t sleep. His mind wouldn’t stop racing with memories of his mother, her laughter, her fierce loyalty, the way she always stood by him no matter the storm. And now she was gone, sacrificed for the very family she had built her life around.The weight of it was suffocating. He could still see the way she had looked at him, even in her final moments determined, protective, loving. She had died protecting what mattered most to her: her family, Elena, the future. And now Damien felt like he had failed her. He hadn’t been there when she needed him most. He had promised to protect her, and now she was gone.The walls felt as though they were closing in on him. The burden of his grief was heavier than any battle he had fought,
Amelia sat alone in her small room, the walls closing in on her as the weight of everything that had happened sank deep into her chest. The news of Mrs. Lauren’s death had spread quickly, and with it came a sense of heaviness that she couldn’t shake. She didn’t want this, this wasn’t supposed to happen.The plan was never to kill Mrs. Lauren. She was supposed to be part of the aftermath, the one who would have to watch Elena crumble under the weight of the truth. Amelia hadn’t anticipated Mrs. Lauren sacrificing herself to save Elena. It didn’t make sense. Why would she choose to die for her?Her hands shook as she buried her face in them, her mind racing with memories of Mrs. Lauren the woman who had been a mentor of sorts, someone she had looked up to in the pack. Amelia’s bitterness had never extended to Mrs. Lauren. No, her hatred was solely for Elena, the one who had come into the pack and stolen everything. But Mrs. Lauren… she didn’t deserve this.“I didn’t want this,” Amelia w
After Mrs. Lauren's burial, the atmosphere in the pack house was suffocating with sorrow. The pack was in mourning, and each day seemed to stretch on in endless silence. The weight of grief pressed on everyone, but for Amelia, it felt like a noose tightening around her neck.She had stood at the back during the ceremony, watching from a distance as Damien knelt by his mother’s grave. His shoulders trembled, though he tried to hold himself together for the sake of the pack. Elena stood beside him, her face streaked with tears, trying to console him in the only way she knew how. The sight of Damien broken and in pain gnawed at Amelia’s insides.She hadn’t expected the funeral to be so hard, hadn’t expected the guilt to be so relentless. As the mourners dispersed and the pack began to shuffle back to their daily routines, Amelia found herself paralyzed. She couldn’t stay here. Every corner of the pack house seemed to remind her of Mrs. Lauren's death. The whispers and condolences only de