Kate’s POV:My heart was beating, not just out of fear but excitement as well. It was overwhelming to process both the emotions but it was worth it.I stood patiently waiting by the gates of the academy, wearing a thick blue long sleeved sweatshirt with a pair of jeans. The hood of my sweatshirt was placed over my head to hide my identity.It was finally time. It was finally time that I could leave the academy and the werewolf world, in hopes for a better future for myself.I took in deep breaths to slow down the excitement that was building up inside me as I looked around. There were several guards in uniform with the academy’s flag stitched on the sleeves.They were at their posts, keeping a sharp eagle eye on their surroundings so that no one goes in or out without proper authorization, especially at the entrance/exit.It was at that moment, my lips curved at its ends when suddenly a thick white fog began to engulf the entire campus grounds.There were loud voices and murmurs cutti
Deimon’s POV:I plucked her from the ground and tossed her onto my shoulder. The look in her eyes when she watched me lunge her way would stick with me forever.It was as if she had seen her death approaching her. For some reason, It annoyed me how frightened she appeared as if I was this evil monster who would eat her alive.This was a pattern with her. Whenever she was around me, she behaved that way, making me feel like a ruthless beast.It was the first time however that she dared to disobey my words. What the f*ck she was up to, running away from the academy was something that I couldn’t understand.All I knew is that she couldn’t get away that easily.I shook my head to get rid of my thoughts as I focused on what I had to do. Kate was so light in weight that I didn't mind carrying her back to the academy.As I jumped off the train with her over my shoulder, I noticed that she had come out from the state of trance and was now protesting for her release.She began tossing her arms
Kate's POV:I was staring at the golden eyes of a big wolf standing before me. He made me ride it and brought me to this beautiful lake instead of immediately taking me back to the academy."I'm not going to hurt you," the wolf said in his soothing voice.It was pretty odd for me to hear a wolf directly talking to me. Since I didn't have a wolf, many of the wolves in my pack deemed me an outcast. They would rather ignore me than even look my way. So, it was truly shocking that Deimon was letting his wolf communicate with me.As the huge black wolf stood beside me, I hesitantly sat down on the grass. My nerves tied into a knot as I observed his every move just in case he decides to attack me."Deimon..." I stuttered, placing my hand over my mouth to stop myself from speaking anymore, as I acknowledged Deimon was not in charge at that moment.It wasn't hard to remember his wolf's name as everyone in the academy couldn't stop raving about it... I was just not used to saying it."Onyx!" O
Deimon's eyes widened in concern as he approached Kate, her gaze vacant, her body trembling like a leaf caught in a hurricane. The aftermath of the werewolf hunters' attack had left her a shattered porcelain doll, the trauma etched on her face like a horrifying bas-relief. He could sense the echoes of terror radiating off her in waves, her panic a tangible entity clawing at the air. The memory of those monstrous hunters, their eyes gleaming with sadistic glee, their laughter echoing in the dead of night, threatened to consume her.Without hesitation, Deimon enveloped Kate in a warm embrace, his arms a sturdy oak sheltering a fragile wildflower. He held her close, his chest a safe harbor against the storm raging within her, his heartbeat a steady drumbeat offering a comforting rhythm. "Shh, Kate, it's alright," he murmured, his voice a soft lullaby compared to the cacophony of fear in her ears. "You're safe now. You're with me."Kate's trembling subsided, a flicker of recognition repla
Kate's eyelids fluttered open, light filtering through a large window emblazoned with a stylized silver wolf howling at the moon. The sterile scent of disinfectant assaulted her nose, a stark contrast to the earthy fragrance of the forest floor she was accustomed to. Her head throbbed, a dull ache radiating from a deep gash on her arm. Disoriented, she tried to sit up, the world spinning precariously. A wave of nausea threatened to engulf her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing the dizziness to subside.A rustle beside her drew her attention. There, nestled in a plush armchair, Deimon slumbered, his face etched with worry even in sleep. His broad chest rose and fell with each breath, a reassuring rhythm in the sterile silence. Memories of the attack flooded back – the snarling humans, the searing pain, the frantic escape. But most vivid was the image of Deimon, his powerful form a shield against the hunters, his eyes blazing with fierce protectiveness.Panic clawed its way up her
The moon, a watchful eye in the velvet expanse of night, cast its silvery light through Kate's window. It illuminated a room steeped in the aftermath of a storm – a storm of emotions that raged within Kate herself. Anger, confusion, and a gnawing fear – remnants of the attack – battled with a burgeoning sense of guilt.Deimon's apology echoed in her mind, not the apology she expected – for bringing her back to the Academy – but for not being there sooner. Shame burned in her gut as she recalled her outburst. He hadn't lied about her injury; the remnants of the healers' ministrations were stark reminders.But then came the realization that sank like a stone in her stomach. The attack, the hunters – they weren't figments of a fever dream fueled by pain. The terror, the searing pain, the frantic escape – they were all terrifyingly real. Escaping the Academy, as desperately as she craved freedom, wouldn't guarantee safety. As long as there were hunters targeting wolfless wolves like her,
The chime of the second-period bell echoed through the Academy halls, pulling Kate from the turmoil churning within her. Deimon's kiss – The memory of the kiss was a stolen ember on her lips, a searing brand against the cool afternoon air. It had begun innocently enough. Deimon, frustrated by her withdrawal after their argument, had suggested a walk to "clear the air." Hesitantly, she'd agreed, a fragile hope flickering within her.They walked in a comfortable silence, the rhythmic crunch of fallen leaves under their feet the only sound. But the quiet felt charged, a tangible tension humming between them. Kate found herself stealing glances at Deimon, his profile sharp against the dappled sunlight. He looked troubled, a furrow etched between his brows.Suddenly, Deimon stopped. He turned to face her, his eyes reflecting a kaleidoscope of emotions – frustration, concern, and something else, something deeper, that sent a shiver down her spine. Before she could process what was happenin
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across Kate's room, painting the abandoned furniture with an air of melancholic stillness. Deimon stood in the doorway, the sight of her empty space a punch to the gut. The memory of her tear-streaked face, the raw vulnerability in her eyes, echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of his failure to protect her.He'd found her huddled on a bench near the woods, her shoulders wracked with silent sobs. The sight had ripped something deep within him, a surge of protectiveness battling with a gnawing sense of helplessness. When she'd finally choked out the story of Monica's threats, a cold fury had settled in his stomach, turning his blood to ice.How could they? How could anyone target Kate, a girl so innocent, so achingly alone in this world? Shame burned hot in his throat, a bitter acknowledgment of his own obliviousness. He'd been so caught up in his own turmoil, he hadn't noticed the storm brewing around her.He'd gathered her things quickly, a
"We can’t trust them anymore," one of the dissenters was saying. "This alliance is going to destroy us. We need to take control before it’s too late.""And what about Kate?" another voice asked. "She’s the key to all this. If we take her out, Deimon will crumble."Kate’s breath caught in her throat. The betrayal was more profound than she had imagined. But before she could process it further, Deimon stepped forward, revealing himself to the group."What do you think you’re doing?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.The dissenters froze, their eyes wide with shock. But it was the figure at the center of the group that caught Kate’s attention—the one she had seen in her vision. It was Garrick, the wolf who had voiced his doubts earlier that day."Garrick," Deimon said, his voice filled with disbelief and anger. "How could you?"Garrick met his gaze, unrepentant. "This is bigger than you, Deimon. Bigger than any of us. The pack’s survival is at stake. You’re too blinded by your lo
“They’ve resurfaced,” Anna continued, her voice tight with urgency. “And they’ve teamed up with the rival Alpha. They’re after the Luna’s Tear, yes, but that’s not all. They need you, Kate.”“Me?” Kate’s voice was barely above a whisper.Anna nodded, her gaze softening with sympathy. “Your bloodline, Kate. It traces back to the first Luna, the one who originally wielded the Luna’s Tear. It’s said that only her descendants can fully unlock its power. They need you to gain that power.”Deimon’s grip on the edge of the table tightened, his knuckles turning white. “So this isn’t just about uniting the packs. They want to use Kate as a weapon.”“Exactly,” Anna confirmed. “They believe that with the Luna’s Tear and Kate, they can control not just the packs, but the entire supernatural world. They’ll stop at nothing to get what they want.”A heavy silence fell over the room as the weight of Anna’s words settled in. Kate felt a storm of emotions swirling within her—fear, anger, a deep sense o
Kate stirred awake, the first light of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains of their bedroom. She felt the warmth of Deimon’s body beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist. For a moment, she allowed herself to stay still, savoring the peacefulness of the morning, a rare moment of calm before the chaos of the day would begin.As if sensing her thoughts, Deimon tightened his hold on her, pulling her closer. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.Kate turned in his arms to face him, her heart fluttering at the sight of his familiar features, softened by the early light. "Morning," she whispered back, her lips curving into a small smile. "Did you sleep well?"He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "With you by my side? Always."She laughed softly, a sound that seemed to lighten the air between them. "You always know just what to say.""It’s the truth," he replied, his voice serious now. "Every day with you
The dawn of a new day bathed the Academy grounds in a soft, golden light. Kate stood in the clearing, feeling the energy of the Luna’s Tear coursing through her, amplifying her newfound powers. Deimon stood beside her, his presence a comforting anchor.“Alright, Kate,” he said, his voice steady and encouraging. “Let’s see what you can do.”Kate closed her eyes and focused, letting the energy flow through her. She felt the air around her shift, responding to her will. With a flick of her wrist, she manipulated the light and shadows, creating intricate patterns in the air. Deimon watched with awe and pride, and Kate could feel his support bolstering her confidence.“You’re getting better every day,” he said, smiling.“Thanks to you,” she replied, meeting his gaze. “Your belief in me makes all the difference.”Their training sessions had become a daily routine, drawing the attention of others at the Academy. Whispers of Kate’s abilities spread, and soon, instructors and students alike be
Kate sat cross-legged on her bed, the old leather-bound journal resting on her lap. The faded gold lettering on the cover read “Erica,” her mother’s name. Her fingers traced the letters as she took a deep breath, feeling a strange mix of excitement and trepidation. This journal held the secrets of her family’s past, secrets that could change everything she knew about herself.Deimon entered the room, his presence steady and reassuring. He noticed the journal and sat beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Are you ready?” he asked softly.Kate nodded, her resolve firm. “Yes. Let’s find out what my mother had to say.”Opening the journal, she began to read aloud. The first entries were mundane, detailing everyday life, but as she turned the pages, the tone shifted. Her mother’s words grew more urgent, more desperate.***July 10, 1995I’ve kept this secret for so long, hidden from everyone, even my own family. The connection to the Umbra Pack is deeper than anyone knows.
The news spread like wildfire throughout Umbra Academy. Gandal, the future Alpha of the Norse Pack, had issued a challenge to Deimon, seeking to test his strength and authority. Jealousy and ambition had driven Gandal to this point, and now the entire Academy was abuzz with anticipation.Deimon stood in the training room, his thoughts racing as he prepared for the duel. Kate and their allies were gathered around, their support a steady source of strength.“Are you sure about this?” Kate asked, her voice laced with concern. “Gandal is known for being ruthless.”Deimon nodded, meeting her worried gaze. “I have to do this. It’s not just about me; it’s about proving our strength and leadership. If I back down now, it’ll send the wrong message.”Kate sighed, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. “Just be careful. I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”Deimon reached out, cupping her face in his hands. “I promise, I’ll be careful. And I’ll win.”Killian clapped a hand on D
As the days passed, Anna continued her investigation into the Crescent Order. She occasionally updated Deimon and the others on her progress, though the information was still limited. One evening, she came to them with a particularly intriguing lead.“I’ve spoken with a few contacts,” Anna said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “There’s a rumor that the artifact they’re after is an ancient relic known as the Luna’s Tear. It’s said to grant immense power to whoever possesses it.”Killian frowned. “What kind of power?”Anna shrugged. “The legends are vague, but it’s believed to enhance the abilities of its holder, making them nearly invincible. If the Crescent Order gets their hands on it, they could dominate all the werewolf packs.”Kate looked at Deimon, her face set with determination. “We can’t let that happen.”“We won’t,” Deimon said firmly. “But we need more information. Keep digging, Anna. We need to know exactly what we’re dealing with.”Anna nodded, her determination clear.
The sun was setting, casting a fiery glow across the horizon. Deimon stood on the balcony of his apartment, staring out at the sprawling grounds of Umbra Academy. It was a place of power and prestige, but also one of danger and deceit. Recent events had only reinforced that truth.Inside, Kate was probably unpacking the last of her things. Since she had moved in with Deimon and Killian, the place had felt different—warmer, more alive. Despite her being wolfless, there was something about her that drew him in. His wolf, Onyx, was particularly intrigued by her. Restless now, Onyx paced in the back of Deimon’s mind, urging him to claim and protect her.Deimon turned his thoughts to the task at hand. Anna had asked to speak with him urgently, hinting she had information about Kate’s tormentors. He didn’t trust Anna completely, but she had proven herself a valuable ally. Her intelligence network within the Academy was unparalleled.A knock on the door brought him back to the present. Turni
The rooster's crow pierced the pre-dawn darkness, a harsh alarm clock that jolted Deimon awake. He sat up abruptly, the events of the previous night crashing down on him like a tidal wave. Shame burned in his gut, the memory of the Earthstalker's lifeless eyes a constant reminder of his savagery.But amidst the self-loathing, a spark of hope flickered. Kate's gentle touch, her unwavering trust – they were a lifeline thrown to him in the storm. He had a lot to make up for, but for the first time, he felt a clear path forward.He needed to see Anna. He needed answers, not just about Kate's tormentor, but about the darkness that had consumed him during the competition. Throwing on his clothes, he raced out of the hut, the cool morning air a welcome slap against his feverish cheeks.As he sprinted towards the training grounds, a memory surfaced, sharp and unexpected. It was Anna, her voice a low murmur in his ear, just before the start of the competition. "Win, Deimon," she'd whispered,