The castle was right in front with its dark and ruinous castle towers standing tall above the stormy sky. A dreadful smell of blood helped us fathom what sort of creatures we had to slay to reach this particular point. Fighters were heard from the back where Zone took the lead amongst warriors and was fighting to keep the last wave of monstrous beasts back.
“Go!” Zone shouted with his voice cutting through the chaos. “We’ve got this!”
Ardan grabbed my hand, pulling me forward toward the castle’s entrance. “Stay close,” he said in a low but commanding voice.
I didn’t need to be told twice. The closer we got to the castle, the heavier the air became. It wasn’t just the harsh atmosphere—it was the magic. Dark, ancient, and malevolent, it radiated from the very stones of the structure, coiling around us like a living thing.
As we stepped through the big and heavy iron doors, the sounds of the b
Gloria sat tied up in the centre of the room with her hands shackled with reinforced silver cuffs and her dark robes torn and bloodied from our earlier battle. The usually smug and cruel gleam in her eyes had dimmed and it was replaced by a simmering hatred that sent chills through me.Even though we had captured her and brought her back to Derek’s pack, the tension hadn’t lifted. It was hard to believe that, with her imprisonment, the constant attacks from rogues and witches might finally stop.“You brought her back to the pack? What’s stoping you all from burning her alive?” Tobias asked as I led him to where we kept Gloria hostage.“We need answers and we need to unlink her from Gilly.” I replied.“Well, our people mustn’t know about this. Gloria’s defeated. That’s how it should be.” Tobias instructed and I nodded my head in agreement.I stood by Ardan’s side as both of us watched Zone pace back and forth like a predator waiting to strike. His anger was palpable and his wolf was ju
The journey back to Ardan’s pack was long but it felt lighter than any journey we had taken. Gloria who was held tightly with silver chains, rode in a separate cart with her mouth gagged to prevent her from casting any spells. Despite her subdued state, I couldn’t shake the sense of unease that prickled at the back of my mind. Her presence felt like a shadow, dark and cold and trailing us no matter how much distance we put between us and Derek’s pack.Ardan rode beside me with a sharp and watchful expression with his eyes flickering constantly toward the cart. “She’s too calm,” he murmured with his voice low enough that only I could hear.“I know,” I replied with my own unease matching his. “But we’ve taken every precaution. She can’t escape.”“I really do hope you’re right, Serena,” he said, though from his tone, it was pretty obvious he wasn’t convinced.Zone rode ahead with a group of warriors, leading the way through the winding trails that marked the border of Ardan’s pack territ
Dawn was fast approaching, though none of us had gotten any sleep. Gloria’s escape had thrown everything into chaos. Her words, scrawled in Sylvia’s blood—“The Wolfmother will fall. Long live the witches” - still echoed in my mind. It was a constant reminder of the danger coming that I thought we had curbed.Now we were in the war room. Ardan, Zone, and I sat around a large wooden table with maps of the castle grounds and dungeons spread out before us. Rachel was elsewhere, tending to Gilly and hoping for any change in her condition.“She couldn’t have done it alone,” Ardan said in a sharp tone as he leaned forward with his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. “Someone helped her escape, and whoever it was is still here, in my pack.”Zone rubbed his temples. Frustration was clear on his face. “We reinforced the cells, locked her in with silver. None of the guards saw anything. It’s like she vanished into thin air.”“Magic,” I muttered, staring blankly at the map. “Or someone kne
Gilly’s pale face was the first thing I saw as I entered the medical wing. She lay propped up against pillows. It was sad to see her usually vibrant energy diminished. Yet her eyes—were open and clear. I was relieved but then quickly as the relief came, it was accompanied by concern. I had waited so long to see her awake, but the shadows beneath her eyes told me her ordeal wasn’t over.Rachel, Ardan, Zone, and I surrounded her, as though we feared she might vanish again if we blinked.His hands shook as he bent closer to embrace her and felt her body safe against his, fragile as delicate glass. “Gilly, you’re awake,” he whispered. “How are you feeling?”Gilly returned his hug weakly. Though her arms were thin, they were steady around his back. “I don’t know,” she answered finally and roughly. “I began to feel like I was imprisoned at a particular place I couldn’t escape from.” Her eyes darted from me to him and back again. “It was my own personal hell. The witches made sure of that.”
The atmosphere in the pack had shifted. Gloria may have escaped, but her presence seemed to leave a never- removable stain.It was no challenge identifying the root of the problem because it lied on the surface. This is how wicked and dangerous the witches are: Gloria’s escape from the dungeon as an insult and a threat. Even though Ardan’s warriors patrolled the borders day and night, there was no comfort in their vigilance.The war room had become our second home over the last few days. Maps, silver remnants of broken chains, and scattered parchments cluttered the table as Ardan, Zone, Rachel, and I tried to piece together how Gloria had escaped.“It doesn’t add up,” Rachel muttered, leaning over the table with her brow furrowed. She held one of the broken chains between her fingers, twisting it thoughtfully. “Silver can’t be broken this way—not without a mix of strength and magic.”Zone, pacing in the corner of the room, snorted. “Strength and magic. That narrows it down to werewolv
The forest was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that made my wolf tense and restless. I led the scouting party deeper into the dense wilderness with my senses on high alert as we made our way between tall pines and underbrush’s. A faint mist clung to the ground, curling around our boots and shifting unnaturally. It felt wrong. The air emitted this weird energy—one I couldn’t quite place, but I’d learned never to ignore.Ardan walked beside me. His presence reassured me. He insisted on coming, of course. I hadn’t been able to talk him out of it, though I knew his presence here made Rachel nervous back at the camp. We couldn’t afford to lose Ardan, and yet here he was with his sword strapped to his back and his eyes scanning the trees for any sign of trouble.“You feel it too, don’t you?” I asked, leaning in and speaking to him in a low tone so that the rest of the scouts would not overhear us.Ardan nodded. “It’s too quiet. Something’s waiting for us.”I glanced back at the group foll
Rachel’s voice echoed through the dim war room with her fingers running through the pages of a tattered spell book.“It’s called a convergence ritual,” Rachel said. “Gloria isn’t just trying to win a war—she’s trying to amplify her power to unimaginable levels. If this ritual succeeds, she could become something far worse than we’ve ever faced.”I sat at the edge of the table, staring down at the sketch she had drawn of the ritual circle. The intricate lines, symbols, and blood markings on the parchment gave off menace. I didn’t have to understand witchcraft to feel its dark purpose.“How does it work?” I asked with my voice quieter than I intended.Rachel pushed her glasses higher on her nose and looked at me. “The convergence ritual draws magic from various sources—rogues, witches, and any magical being tied to them. It channels their collective power into one vessel, elevating the witch who performs it to a level of control over everyone connected to the magic. That’s why Gloria’s
The rogue leader struggled to move in the chains we had him in. He growled for his release but I knew neither Zone nor Ardan were willing to let him go, at least until we got our answer. He sweated along his eyebrows, and his eyes darted around as if searching for any way to escape. His wrists were bound tightly with silver chains, making the room scent of burning flesh.Ardan stood over him and spoke with a cold tone. “We don’t have time for games. Speak.”The rogue spat blood onto the ground and then glared up at Ardan defiantly. “I won’t tell you anything.”“You will,” I said, stepping forward to meet his eyes. I crouched so we were eye level. “Because I know how this works. You follow orders. You’re not a leader—you’re a pawn. And I don’t think you want to die for someone else’s game.”The rogue’s jaw tightened, but his confidence faltered. I could see it&m
Roman’s POVThe night air was cold as I stepped through the trees, holding Gilly captive. My steps were silent, careful as always, but my mind ran through memories that never left me. I couldn’t stop them, even now—especially now.I had always been an observer, even as a boy. I watched my parents, two forces of nature who couldn’t have been more different yet were somehow drawn together like moths to a flame. My father was a man with no sense of mercy. His ambitions were as grand as they were brutal. “Take what you want. Rule without apology.” Those were his words to me as soon as I was old enough to stand in his shadow.My mother… she was different. Controlled, cunning, with a mind so sharp it could cut you before you realised you were bleeding. A witch with power most would have called godlike, but to me, she was something more—something complicated. She loved me, and in her way, she was always there. She was like the constant in a chaotic world. But she wanted loyalty to her coven.
There were sounds of jingling chains coming from the medical wing as I approached it. I had managed to talk Ardan out of keeping Gilly chained up in the dungeon. Gilly sat slumped on the small cot with her wrists bound tightly chains. When her eyes went up to meet mine, the despair in them almost shattered me.“Serena…” she whispered.I moved toward the door slowly, swallowing my saliva. “Gilly, you’re awake.”She gave out a humourless chuckle, and wiped her tears with the back of her hand that was free. “Awake? I wish I wasn’t.” She looked at her swollen pupils in the mirror and also looked at her hands as they continued to shake as though they were still stained with blood. “I killed him, didn’t I?”I dropped to my knees beside the bed and grasped her hand through the iron bracelets. “No, Gilly. It wasn’t you. Gloria did this. She’s manipulating you, using you. This isn’t your fault.”She jerked at my words, shaking her head vehemently. “Serena, you don’t understand. As long as I’m
The sound of Zone’s boots echoed down the hallway as he stormed into the war room. I could see anger in his eyes. Ardan, Rachel, and I were huddled over maps and scouting reports, discussing strategies to secure the territory.“We have a problem,” Zone said as he tossed a worn scrap of fabric onto the table.I picked it up, frowning. The material was torn and dirty, reeking faintly of magic and rogue wolves.“What is this?” Ardan asked coldly as he straightened his back to face Zone.“I found it near the south border,” Zone replied, crossing his arms. “Tracks leading in and out of the pack’s territory. Someone’s sneaking around.”Rachel furrowed her brow as she leaned closer, inspecting the fabric. “It’s rogue,” she muttered, then paused. “But there’s something else here. A faint magical trace.”Ardan’s eyes turned to me. “Roman.”I sighed heavily, already knowing where this was going. “You can’t keep blaming Roman for every problem we have, Ardan. It’s starting to feel personal. I me
Ardan stood at one end of the war table with crossed arms and a dark face with suspicion written all over it. Zone paced near the fireplace, pacing up and down, clearly frustrated. Across from me, Roman leaned casually against the wall, with his usual composed expression giving away nothing, but I could see it—Ardan and Zone’s distrust was starting to chip away at his calm exterior.“Something’s not right,” Zone muttered for the third time, shooting Roman another glare. “We’re chasing leads, scrambling to keep Gilly safe, and every time something goes wrong, he’s around.”Roman let out a quiet sigh and rolled his eyes as he pushed himself off the wall. “You know, Zone, if you’re going to keep accusing me, you might as well bring some proof. I’ve done nothing but help you all since I arrived.”“You mean since you conveniently appeared,” Zone shot back. “No one knows where you came from. You don’t belong here.”“Enough!” I snapped, standing up from my seat and placing my hands on the ta
The sky was filled with grey clouds when I first saw him. A lone figure approached the gates of Ardan’s pack with his dark cloak whipping in the wind. There was something unsettling about his presence. The guards at the gate were already on edge and their hands hovered near their weapons.“Who is that?” I muttered, standing beside Ardan as we watched from the pack house steps.Ardan’s eyes narrowed. “Someone who doesn’t belong here.”We descended toward the gates just as the guards stopped the stranger. He raised his hands calmly with a small, disarming smile playing on his lips. “I come in peace,” he said smoothly. “I’ve heard whispers of a girl - witch touched by magic - and I think I can help.”Ardan growled softly. “And who exactly are you?”The stranger lowered his hood, revealing his face. He had a pale skin that was marked by faint scars which ran along his jaw. His hair was a mix of dark and silver strands which gave him an ageless quality. His eyes were green.“My name is Dra
Very quickly, we got to the pack house. I feared for Gilly. She had been through enough.“What happened, Rachel?” I asked Rachel as we descended the stairs to the medical wing.Rachel looked at me nervously and unsettled. “I found her talking in her sleep again. But this time… it was different. She was muttering strange words, phrases I didn’t recognise. I wrote some of them down. They sound like witch incantations.”“Witchcraft?” I whispered.Rachel nodded. “It’s not normal, Serena. She’s burning up too, as if something inside her is trying to fight its way out.”We reached Gilly’s room, and I hesitated just a moment before entering. Gilly lay on a small bed, drenched in sweat and her hair plastered to her forehead as she tossed restlessly. Every so often, her lips would move and faint whispers would escape from her mouth like a chant.I moved closer. The sound of her mutterings sent a shiver down my spine. Rachel wasn’t lying—the words were not her own. I didn’t understand them, but
The rogue leader struggled to move in the chains we had him in. He growled for his release but I knew neither Zone nor Ardan were willing to let him go, at least until we got our answer. He sweated along his eyebrows, and his eyes darted around as if searching for any way to escape. His wrists were bound tightly with silver chains, making the room scent of burning flesh.Ardan stood over him and spoke with a cold tone. “We don’t have time for games. Speak.”The rogue spat blood onto the ground and then glared up at Ardan defiantly. “I won’t tell you anything.”“You will,” I said, stepping forward to meet his eyes. I crouched so we were eye level. “Because I know how this works. You follow orders. You’re not a leader—you’re a pawn. And I don’t think you want to die for someone else’s game.”The rogue’s jaw tightened, but his confidence faltered. I could see it&m
Rachel’s voice echoed through the dim war room with her fingers running through the pages of a tattered spell book.“It’s called a convergence ritual,” Rachel said. “Gloria isn’t just trying to win a war—she’s trying to amplify her power to unimaginable levels. If this ritual succeeds, she could become something far worse than we’ve ever faced.”I sat at the edge of the table, staring down at the sketch she had drawn of the ritual circle. The intricate lines, symbols, and blood markings on the parchment gave off menace. I didn’t have to understand witchcraft to feel its dark purpose.“How does it work?” I asked with my voice quieter than I intended.Rachel pushed her glasses higher on her nose and looked at me. “The convergence ritual draws magic from various sources—rogues, witches, and any magical being tied to them. It channels their collective power into one vessel, elevating the witch who performs it to a level of control over everyone connected to the magic. That’s why Gloria’s
The forest was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that made my wolf tense and restless. I led the scouting party deeper into the dense wilderness with my senses on high alert as we made our way between tall pines and underbrush’s. A faint mist clung to the ground, curling around our boots and shifting unnaturally. It felt wrong. The air emitted this weird energy—one I couldn’t quite place, but I’d learned never to ignore.Ardan walked beside me. His presence reassured me. He insisted on coming, of course. I hadn’t been able to talk him out of it, though I knew his presence here made Rachel nervous back at the camp. We couldn’t afford to lose Ardan, and yet here he was with his sword strapped to his back and his eyes scanning the trees for any sign of trouble.“You feel it too, don’t you?” I asked, leaning in and speaking to him in a low tone so that the rest of the scouts would not overhear us.Ardan nodded. “It’s too quiet. Something’s waiting for us.”I glanced back at the group foll