Damien’s muscles tensed as the pack of rogue wolves surrounded them, their eyes gleaming with malice. The leader, a massive gray wolf with scars etched across his muzzle, let out a low, menacing growl that reverberated through the clearing.Elena’s heart raced as she gripped Damien’s arm, her instincts telling her that this wasn’t an ordinary attack. These wolves weren’t just hungry for power they were hunting something. Or someone.Lysander stood still, watching the wolves with an unnerving calm. “They’re not after you, Alpha,” he said, his voice barely audible. “They’re after her.”Damien’s eyes flashed with rage, and his wolf surged to the surface, his body preparing for a fight. “Then they’ll have to go through me first,” he snarled, his voice deadly.The rogue wolves closed in, their low growls filling the night air. There was a deadly silence for a moment before the leader lunged at Damien, fangs bared. In an instant, Damien shifted into his wolf form, his massive black wolf ea
The morning air was crisp as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the dense trees surrounding the pack house. Elena woke up to the sound of birds chirping softly outside the window, her hand resting protectively on her stomach. The previous night's events weighed heavily on her mind, but today felt different. A fragile peace lingered, and she intended to enjoy it while it lasted.Damien was already up, standing near the window, his muscular frame outlined against the golden light. He seemed lost in thought, his mind likely racing through the countless ways he could protect his family, his pack, and Elena.Elena slipped out of bed and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. He tensed at first, his body still on high alert, but he relaxed as soon as he felt her touch.“You’re up early,” she whispered, resting her cheek against his back.He sighed, placing his hands over hers. “Couldn’t sleep,” he admitted. “Too much to think about.”She stayed silent,
Elena sat by the window of their bedroom, the cool breeze brushing against her skin as she stared out into the distant woods. The pack grounds were quiet tonight, but her mind was far from peaceful. Since Damien had revealed the truth about her lineage just a few days ago, everything had changed for her.The weight of her identity being a descendant of the Moon Goddess was pressing down on her, filling her with a sense of dread she couldn’t shake. She had always known there was something different about her, but this… this was something she had never expected. The powers she had yet to understand, the potential danger they posed to the pack, to her unborn child, and even to her relationship with Damien it all terrified her.Damien had tried to reassure her, his strong arms wrapping around her every time he sensed her fear, but even his presence couldn’t quell the storm of emotions raging inside her. She didn’t feel like the same person she had been just a few days ago.Her fingers gen
Elena paced back and forth in the living room of the pack house, her mind a whirl of confusion and worry. Despite Damien's reassuring words, the heavy weight of her newfound identity refused to lift. The mystery of her lineage gnawed at her, and no matter how much she tried to focus on the present, her thoughts kept drifting back to the same question: Who am I really?Damien had left the pack house earlier that morning to attend a meeting with the councils handling important pack matters. She had kissed him goodbye, promising she'd rest and relax. But as soon as he was gone, the need for answers overwhelmed her. She had grown up with nothing—an orphan, treated like a slave by her old pack. She knew nothing about her real family or why she had this strange power coursing through her veins. It felt like a missing piece of her had just been revealed, and she couldn’t ignore it.She knew Damien had wanted to protect her, to shield her from the dangers that knowledge might bring. But how c
The quiet of the night settled over the pack lands like a thick blanket. The stars blinked dimly in the vast sky as the cool air flowed through the open window of Mrs. Lauren's study. She sat at her desk, fingers gently brushing over a set of blueprints, her mind consumed with worry and determination. The plans in front of her weren’t just for a house, they were for a refuge, a sanctuary for her family.Damien’s recent struggles and the constant looming threats had pushed her into action. The whispers in the pack were growing louder, and while she had always prided herself on being able to shield her son, the birth of his child with Elena, a child who carried unimaginable potential brought a fear she couldn’t ignore.The scratching of her pen filled the room as she made notes on the margins of the plans. It was a modest house, hidden deep in the forest, far beyond the reach of any who might seek to harm them. It would be their escape, a place where Elena could raise her child in peace
As Mrs. Lauren sat in her quiet study, her thoughts heavy, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of betrayal pressing down on her shoulders. The pack had always been her first loyalty. It was the life she had been born into, the family that had stood by her through every trial. She had raised Damien to understand the importance of loyalty, to honor the bond between Alpha and pack. But now, as the future of her family teetered on the edge of danger, she found herself making a choice that shattered the very loyalty she had once sworn to uphold.Her eyes drifted back to the blueprints, the small set of keys gleaming faintly in her palm. The house in the distant woods symbolized more than just safety; it was a symbol of her own defiance, of turning her back on the pack’s trust. But what choice did she have? This wasn’t just about her or even the pack’s traditions, this was about protecting her son, his mate, and her unborn grandchild. The child of a hybrid and a descendant of the moon god
The soft hum of music floated through the grand hall of the pack house, mingling with the warmth of laughter and conversation. The pack had gathered to celebrate a deeply honored tradition, one that symbolized hope, life, and the future of the pack. this time, for Elena and her unborn child. It was an ancient rite, one that had been passed down through generations. Every Luna had been honored with it, including Mrs. Lauren many years ago when she was carrying Damien.The party was more intimate than usual, made up of only the closest pack members, a handful of elders, and those who were loyal beyond question. The hall was decorated with garlands of white and silver, symbols of purity and the moon goddess’s blessing. It was a happy, joyful occasion, though the air carried an undercurrent of quiet tension, the knowledge of who Elena truly was adding a sense of gravity to the event.Elena, glowing with the soft radiance of pregnancy, sat at the center of the gathering on a plush chair ad
The air was filled with the lingering scent of flowers and laughter, and the soft hum of conversations still hung in the pack house. Wolves were leaving in small groups, talking quietly amongst themselves, basking in the afterglow of the evening’s celebration for Elena and her unborn child. It had been a beautiful tradition, one that every Luna of the pack had experienced, and tonight, it was Elena’s turn.However, one noticeable absence had stirred the quiet conversations. Amelia, Damien’s closest friend and the Beta of the pack, had not attended. The wolves, usually respectful, whispered among themselves, sensing the tension that had been slowly building for weeks."Did you see Amelia?" a young wolf asked his companion as they headed toward the door."No. She wasn’t there," another replied, his voice low. "Strange, right? She’s always at these things. Especially something this important.""Jealous, I bet," an older wolf remarked, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. "She hasn’t been the