“The council received a message that the rogues will attack the council tomorrow night. I will bring some of our warriors and fight with them,” Lucian informed me.The weight of Lucian's words hung heavily in the air, suffocating my thoughts with a potent mixture of dread and anxiety. The council had received a dire message - an impending attack by the rogues, the very embodiment of chaos and savagery. My heart raced as I absorbed the news, my mind conjuring vivid images of the battle that would ensue. The moon's pale glow filtered through the leaves outside, casting ghostly shadows across the room as if nature itself were reflecting the uncertainty that churned within me."You are going to fight?" The words slipped from my lips, my voice cracking like fragile glass under pressure. The mere thought of Lucian, the one I cherished above all else, throwing himself into the jaws of danger ignited a blaze of panic within me. It was as if my heart had been ensnared by a relentless vise, eve
As Lucian and his troop departed from the safety of our pack's base, my heart grew heavier with each step they took. I watched them disappear into the horizon, their figures blending with the vastness of the world beyond. The weight of worry settled upon my shoulders, threatening to consume me.Returning inside the Alpha's mansion, I was greeted by Elle, our trusted pack member who had lovingly prepared Lucien's milk. Her words carried a hint of reassurance, a reminder that I shouldn't allow my fears to consume me completely. "You shouldn't worry too much, Luna," she said gently. "Alpha and the troop will be back by tomorrow."Her words echoed in my mind, and I tried to find solace in them. I had witnessed Lucian's capabilities time and time again, his strength and strategic mind leading our pack to victory. Yet, despite my trust in him, an ominous feeling gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, casting a shadow of doubt over my thoughts. I couldn't shake the feeling that something w
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the chaos that engulfed our pack's base. The air crackled with tension and fear as the sound of screams and clashes of metal filled the night. None of us had anticipated the disaster that was about to befall us. The council had received intel about an impending rogue attack on the council house, leaving us blind to the danger lurking at our doorstep.As I stepped out of the safety of the mansion, the scene before me was one of pandemonium. Warriors fought valiantly, their movements a blur of fur and muscle. The scent of blood and sweat mingled in the air, a haunting reminder of the battle that waged on."Why are you here, Luna?" Alex, one of the commanders of our pack's warriors, called out to me amidst the chaos. His eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and concern as he took in my determined expression."I am a white wolf, Alex," I replied, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. "I can figh
The weight of grief and guilt bore down upon me, threatening to crush my spirit. The truth, like a dagger to the heart, pierced through my being, leaving me numb with disbelief. My precious son, just one month old, was gone, and I blamed myself entirely for his tragic fate.The devastation of the night's events echoed in my mind, a relentless reminder of the lives lost and the pain that now consumed me. The rogues, in their merciless rampage, had not only taken the lives of our people but had also extinguished the light of my innocent child. I couldn't comprehend how such cruelty could exist in this world.As tears streamed down my face, my heart bled with a mixture of sorrow and anger. I longed to seek vengeance, to hunt down each and every rogue responsible for my son's death. Yet, as I gazed upon Lucien's lifeless body, the weight of my sorrow left me feeling drained and powerless. The rage within me simmered, overshadowed by the overwhelming sense of loss.I cradled Lucien's tiny
“Thanks for helping me out,” I said even though I have no idea what happened to me, where I’ve been, or what caused this tragedy. The only consolation I have is being alive at this point.“She doesn’t remember even her name, Mama. What should we call her?” the boy asked his mother; genuine concern was etched on his face.“Maybe we should make her a name until she remembers her name.”The boy nodded. Then he looked at me with a cautious expression. “What do you think, miss? Is it alright with you if we make you a temporary name?”I am confused, lost, and feeling a big void in my chest. I just woke up in some place with zero memory. I don’t know any people even myself. Is saying no even an option? I don’t think so.“If you please,” I said and grabbed the mug of water at the bedside table.The boy’s eyes lit up. “Then we shall call you Daphne!”“Why Daphne?” The boy’s mother asked.“Because I read it in the book I saw in the woods.”“Hi, I’m Leonor,” the mother introduced. “Is the name D
The bustling streets of the capital were alive with vibrant energy as families, friends, and lovers strolled hand in hand, their laughter and chatter filling the air. The aroma of street food tantalized my nostrils, and the sight of colorful decorations and twinkling lights created a festive ambiance.Lester's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he described the festivities, his voice filled with excitement. "Daphne, you won't believe how amazing it is! We buy delicious food from the vendors, watch the breathtaking fireworks display, and the best part is the dance in the town square."I glanced at the town square, now bustling with activity. Music drifted through the air, beckoning people to gather and join in the celebration. Couples and groups of friends moved to the rhythm, their laughter and joy infectious.Leonor, sensing my hesitation, smiled gently. "Daphne, the dance is a beautiful tradition. It's an opportunity to connect with others, to let go and immerse yourself in the mome
He has been waiting for me? What does he mean by that?My brows furrowed as I stared at the man. His eyes were filled with longing as he stared down at me. And before I could say anything, he had pulled me into his arms. My face hit his chiseled chest and I gasped. I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t speak. Does this stranger know me? After five weeks, did finally someone from my life before the tragedy came to find me?The dimly lit café seemed to hold its breath as our eyes locked in a moment of uncertainty. His arms still encircled me, the warmth of his touch contrasting with the confusion etched on his face. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and anticipation intertwining within me."You don't know how long I have been searching for you, Elisa," he whispered, his voice filled with a longing that resonated deep within me. The mention of my name sent a shiver down my spine, a flicker of recognition stirring in the depths of my memoryBut his words only deepened the mystery. Did I
The forest around us was shrouded in an ethereal mist as Lucian and I stood facing each other, our breaths forming faint clouds in the chilly air. My heart pounded in my chest as I gazed at the man before me, his eyes filled with a mixture of love, concern, and a touch of desperation. "Elisa," he said softly, his voice gentle but filled with conviction, "I know this is difficult to believe, but I am your husband. We belong to the same pack, the same family. You are not alone." I couldn't tear my gaze away from his face, the features that felt both foreign and oddly familiar. His words hung in the air, the weight of their meaning sinking in. I had no memory of this man, no recollection of the life he spoke of. All I had were the fragments of my own shattered memory, like pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together. "I... I can't remember," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I don't remember anything, Lucian. I don't even know who I am." Lucian's eyes softened with sympathy as he