LucasReturning to the Blood Moon Clan after the encounter with Ariana and the old witch was both a relief and a frustration. The familiarity of the clan's territory embraced me, yet the invisible chains that bound my heart were a constant reminder of the woman I had sought to reconnect with—the woman who had captured my heart and then slipped through my fingers like grains of sand.The impatient growls of my wolf echoed within me, a constant reminder of his yearning to break free, to unleash his primal form and reclaim the mate and pup that had been taken from us. His restlessness gnawed at my conscience, his complaints a sharp reminder of the consequences of my hesitation."You should have let me transform," his voice resonated within my mind, a mix of irritation and reproach. "We could have prevented this."I gritted my teeth, frustration and regret coursing through me. His words were like salt in the wound—an unrelenting reminder of my perceived failures, my inability to protect
ArianaI was surprised by the change in Lucas' attitude. When we reunited after 5 years, he has matured a lot. But what I can't understand these days is why he is still pestering me even though he is already married to my sister. Sure enough, men are all the same, playboys. I won't let myself be played by men again."Mom, is the man we met in the forest that day a friend to you? He seems to care about you." Elara lay on my lap, shaking her legs leisurely."Elara, he's just someone Mom used to know, promise Mom, forget about him, okay?""Sure, but I feel...he has a sense of familiarity." Elara rolled over and whispered. I could only distract her by pretending to take the smiling puppet out of her hands."Do you still want to give your smiling puppet to mom? Mom suddenly thinks it's cute."Elara pursed her lips reluctantly, and muttered softly, "Didn't you say Gertrude would be sad..."As I tended to the cauldron, the words of fellow witches painted a picture of escalating tensions—a w
ArianaThe night hung heavy with an air of mystery, the moon's silvery glow casting an ethereal light upon the Witch Tribe's sanctuary. Crickets chirped in the distance, their melody intertwining with the rustle of leaves, as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation. I held Elara close, her warmth against my chest a comforting reminder of the bond we shared.As we nestled by the flickering flames of our campfire, a rustling in the underbrush drew my attention. My heart skipped a beat, my senses tingling with a mix of curiosity and caution. And then, emerging from the shadows, was a figure I had never expected to see again—Alpha Lucas, flanked by Beta from the Blood Moon Tribe.My breath caught in my throat as surprise washed over me, Elara's head lifting from my embrace to peer curiously at the unexpected visitors. His disheveled appearance struck a chord of concern within me, a flicker of empathy for the turmoil that had brought him to this moment. I couldn't deny the impact
LucasThe fire crackled and danced in the cool night air, casting flickering shadows upon the faces of my mate and our pup.Our pup's gaze remained fixed on me, her eyes a mirror of curiosity and trepidation."Sweetheart," I began, my gaze shifting to Ariana who held our pup in her arms, "I know this might be overwhelming, but I need you both to understand something important."Ariana's eyes met mine, a mixture of caution and curiosity swirling within their depths. I continued, my words careful and deliberate, "I am your father, and I've been searching for you both for the past five years. I haven't married anyone else, and I never stopped looking for you."A flicker of surprise passed through her eyes, and for a moment, the world around us seemed to hold its breath. "I found out, five years ago, that your sister was not Ariana I had that one-night stand with," I confessed, my voice tinged with regret. "I broke off the engagement on the night of the wedding. I've been searching for y
ArianaAs I stood before him, my heart raced in disbelief, absorbing every word that escaped his lips. The revelation that he had divorced my sister five years ago left me stunned, my mind reeling with the implications of his actions. It was a blow that I couldn't even begin to fathom, a choice that had sent shockwaves through both our clans and set the stage for the deteriorating relationship between the Blood Moon Clan and the Silver Moon Clan.My sister, Seraphina, had always been the favored one, bathed in the glow of my father's approval and expectations. Even though I had been accustomed to my role as the overlooked omega, I couldn't help but imagine the impact of her downfall on her once-privileged existence. I had been witness to her tsundere demeanor, her haughty pride, and her condescending attitude, and the thought of her world crumbling beneath her feet was a revelation that struck me deeply.The implications of his choice weighed heavily on me, the realization that he had
ArianaSitting by the fire one evening, I couldn't help but bring up the topic that had been gnawing at my curiosity."Gertrude," I began tentatively, "I've heard whispers among the young witches about how some sorcerers use the name of witches to deceive humans. Is that true?"Gertrude's eyes twinkled with a mix of amusement and understanding. She let out a soft chuckle before responding, "Ah, my dear, it seems you have stumbled upon one of the darker truths of our existence."I leaned in, eager to hear more. "Tell me, please. I want to understand."She nodded, her expression growing somber. "You see, there are those who harness the power of magic for their own gain, without understanding or respecting the true nature of our craft. These sorcerers often pose as witches, exploiting the mystique and allure of our abilities to manipulate and deceive.""But why?" I asked, my brow furrowing. "What do they gain from pretending to be witches?"Gertrude let out a sigh, her gaze fixed on the
LucasToday is my 10th day in the witch tribe. After getting along these days, the witch is much friendlier than I imagined.The bonfire's warm embrace cast a flickering dance of light and shadow across the faces of the gathered witches. Laughter and music filled the air as the night progressed, weaving a tapestry of joy and celebration. Among the revelers, my gaze was unerringly drawn to Ariana.Ariana indulged in the spirits of the occasion, her laughter ringing through the air like tinkling bells. I watched her with a mixture of amusement and tenderness, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as she embraced the merriment.I'm so happy when I realize she's been doing well these past few years.Soon, the effects of the alcohol began to take hold, and Ariana leaned against my shoulder, her breathing steady and content. Her eyelids drooped, and the world around her seemed to blur into a hazy dream. I couldn't help but look at her face, her features illuminated by the bonfire's glow
LucasI stood there, gazing down at Ariana as she slept peacefully, her features bathed in the soft moonlight that filtered through the window. My fingers brushed against the strands of her hair, an instinctual desire to touch her, to be close to her, overcoming any rational thought.Unable to resist any longer, my lips met hers in a gentle kiss. It was meant to be tender, comforting, a silent reassurance of my presence. Her lips parted slightly, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as her tongue brushed against mine. It was a response that I hadn't anticipated, igniting a fire within me that had been smoldering for far too long. I deepened the kiss, a hunger building within me as my fingers tightened in her hair.Ariana's response was a mixture of comfort and curiosity, her lips yielding to mine in a way that sent a jolt of electricity through every fiber of my being. As the kiss deepened, the atmosphere around us grew charged with unspoken desire. My heart raced, my body respondi
Ariana’s POVWe spent a few more moments basking in the warmth of the morning sun, relishing the simple joys of family. Then, our daughter's curiosity got the better of her, and she turned to us with an innocent yet probing question. "Mama, Papa, when will you give me a little brother?"Lucas and I exchanged amused glances. Our daughter's fascination with the idea of siblings had been growing steadily. I couldn't help but tease Lucas, knowing how he always enjoyed playing along. "Well, darling," I began, "that's something your Papa and I will have to think about."Lucas grinned, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Indeed, Ariana. Maybe we'll have to consult the moon and the stars for the right time."Our daughter, however, was having none of it. She stamped her furry paw on the ground playfully. "Come on, you two! You're just trying to avoid giving me a straight answer."Lucas chuckled and ruffled her fur affectionately. "You're too smart for your own good, little one."With a shy grin,
Ariana’s POV"During my time with the Black Moon Clan, I learned of a secret recipe, an antidote to the wolf poison they use to corrupt our kind. It's a well-guarded secret among their ranks, but I managed to obtain it."My eyes widened in surprise. An antidote to the wolf poison? That could be a game-changer for our clan. "Seraphina, that's incredible,"Seraphina's expression was filled with regret. "I was lost in my own darkness. I didn't think I deserved to be a part of our clan's salvation. But now, I want to make amends, and I want to help our people."I reached out and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Seraphina, it's never too late to do the right thing. We're grateful that you've decided to share this with us."In the days that followed, Seraphina shared with me a secret recipe, an antidote to the wolf poison that had plagued our clan. It was a valuable gift, one that could potentially save lives in the future. I was grateful for her willingness to share it, a symbol
Ariana’s POVThe events that unfolded after Rennes' death had left an indelible mark on my heart.After Lucas had taken Rennes' life in a bloody and brutal battle, the Black Moon Clan was left leaderless, their power broken, and their aggression quelled. The once fearsome werewolves now seemed like lost souls, seeking refuge in the shadows, no longer daring to initiate wars. Lucas carried the weight of guilt upon his broad shoulders. He couldn't forget the monstrous frenzy that had consumed him in the heat of battle, the very thing he had always feared becoming.We had returned to the Blood Moon Clan, the place where Lucas had grown up, the place where he had once embraced his destiny as a warrior. But now, he couldn't face his past without seeing the reflection of a killer in his own eyes. His fears gnawed at him, worried that I would be frightened, repulsed even if I saw him for what he believed he had become.I watched Lucas from a distance, his stormy eyes distant and troubled. Hi
Ariana’s POV"Silver," I whispered softly, my voice trembling with urgency. "I need your help. Lucas is in danger, and I don't know how to save him. Please, guide me."For a moment, there was silence, and I feared that my plea had gone unanswered. But then, a deep and resonant voice echoed in my mind, filled with a sense of purpose."Ariana," the voice said, "I have been waiting for this moment. I am ready to take control and show them our true power."I gasped as I realized that the wolf within me, Silver, was responding to my call. It was eager to help, to take control of my body and use its power to save Lucas.I hesitated for only a moment, understanding the risks involved. But there was no other choice. "Alright, Silver," I said, my voice filled with determination. "Take control. Help Lucas."As I surrendered control to my wolf, I felt a surge of power unlike anything I had ever experienced before. My blood seemed to boil in my veins, and a searing pain shot through my forehead.
Ariana’s POV"Estella!" I called out, my voice filled with hope as I recognized her.But there was no response. Estella's eyes were empty, devoid of recognition or emotion. She moved towards us like a puppet on strings, her body tense and ready to attack. My joy quickly turned to dread."Estella, it's me! It's Ariana!" I pleaded, desperate for some sign that she recognized me.But there was no mercy in her eyes. She lunged at us, and I had no choice but to defend myself. My instincts as a wolf kicked in, and I fought back, fending off Estella's attacks while trying to keep Seraphina safe on my back.The battle raged on, and it soon became clear that the Black Moon Clan's wolf people were closing in on us as well. We were outnumbered and surrounded, and the odds were stacked against us. The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow on the chaotic scene.Lucas, always the brave and selfless one, turned to me with a serious expression. "Ariana, I'll draw away the Black Moon
Ariana’s POVAs the tension reached its peak, Rennes whistled, and a horde of Black Moon Clan werewolves, all affected by the wolf's venom, closed in on us. The cell became a chaotic battleground as Lucas transformed into a massive red wolf to defend us, outnumbered ten to one.I, too, called upon my magic, the energy within me surging as I defended against and attacked our enemies. My powers crackled in the air as I conjured protective barriers and sent bolts of energy toward the encroaching werewolves. My primary concern was keeping Seraphina safe, and I would do whatever it took to ensure her survival.The battle was fierce and unrelenting. Lucas's red wolf form was a formidable force, his powerful jaws and razor-sharp claws tearing through the ranks of Black Moon Clan werewolves. But they kept coming, their relentless attacks testing his strength and endurance.Seraphina, her fury undiminished by Rennes's betrayal, fought with a ferocity that was awe-inspiring. She unleashed her w
Ariana’s POVI couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity when I looked at the Alpha, even though his mask concealed his features. It was as if I had glimpsed something in his eyes, a hint of recognition that sent a shiver down my spine. But I couldn't dwell on it; there were more pressing matters at hand.The Alpha, his voice dripping with sarcasm, turned his attention to Seraphina. "And as for you, my dear," he said, "it's a shame that you chose to betray your own kind and your own family. But in the end, you belong to the Black Moon Clan now."Seraphina's eyes filled with tears, but she held her head high, her spirit unbroken. "I may have made a mistake," she said, her voice trembling with emotion, "but I'll find a way to make amends."The Alpha's amusement seemed to grow as he continued to toy with us. "Make amends?" he mused. "Oh, my dear, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. You're in the lion's den now, and there's no escape."I couldn't bear to see my
Ariana’s POVLucas quickly worked on picking the lock of her cell, his hands steady despite the urgency of the situation. After what felt like an eternity, the lock clicked open.When Lucas swung open the heavy, creaking door to Seraphina's cell, I couldn't help but gasp. The sight that greeted me was shocking and heart-wrenching. There, before me, stood my once-beautiful sister, Seraphina, her face marred by a gruesome scar that cut across her forehead. The scar was a brutal reminder of the horrors she had endured at the hands of the Black Moon Clan.My breath caught in my throat as I took in the transformation that had overtaken Seraphina. She had always been strong-willed and pride, but now she looked broken and defeated. Her eyes, once filled with light and laughter, were dull and haunted. It was as if the very essence of her being had been drained away.Tears welled up in my eyes as I rushed forward, disregarding the danger of the situation. "Seraphina," I whispered, my voice tre
Ariana’s POVThe woman's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "The alchemist betrayed us. The potion he created was not what he promised. It brought chaos and destruction upon our clan. Many wolves were afflicted by a terrible curse, and the Alpha was gravely injured. It was during this crisis that the Alpha began wearing a mask."My heart sank as I connected the dots. "So, the Alpha's mask is related to the curse caused by the alchemist's potion?"The woman nodded solemnly. "Yes, dear. It was a symbol of the Alpha's shame and the reminder of our clan's darkest hour. But something else changed within the Alpha. They became intelligent, decisive, ruthless even. It was as if a new personality had taken over."The revelation sent shivers down my spine. A masked Alpha with a hidden agenda, a clan transformed by a disastrous potion, and a leader who had undergone a mysterious personality change—it was all too much to process."Why hasn't anyone in the Black Moon Clan questioned this