Xavier***Henry's body went limp in my arms as I held him tight, feeling the weight of his lifeless form pressing against me. My heart pounded as his pale face and the trickle of blood from his ears and nose seared into my memory. A tremor of panic swept through me, but I forced myself to stay steady, knowing he needed me to be strong.Diego’s voice cut through the fog clouding my mind, sharp and urgent. “He’s bleeding from his eyes and ears too. Did he use his powers?”I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. My voice came out hoarse, barely audible. “When the darkness gripped us both, Henry used all his powers to protect us. He... pushed himself too far.”Diego cursed under his breath, his fear slipping through his usually controlled demeanor. “The body can’t handle that much power.”I reached for Henry’s hand, my fingers trembling as I clasped his. His skin was cold, sending a shiver of dread through me. I squeezed his hand, willing him to feel my presence, to hold on.“We need to
Xavier***The healer’s den was oppressively silent, the only sounds the soft scrape of her tools and the whispered incantations that wove through the air like fragile threads of hope. I stood still, watching her every movement, my focus razor-sharp as though sheer will alone could pull Henry back from the brink. Beside me, Diego’s arms were crossed tightly against his chest, his expression grim but composed—a counterweight to my rising desperation.Henry lay motionless, his pale face bathed in an eerie stillness. His shallow breaths were uneven, each one tugging at the fraying edges of my resolve. Diego broke the silence, his voice low and deliberate, the calm anchor to my storm.“Xavier, we need to discuss what’s next.”“The only thing that matters is Henry surviving this,” I said, the sharp edge of my voice cutting through the room.Diego met my gaze, his tone measured but insistent. “And if the prophecy is real? Henry's fate may be out of our hands.”“Don’t,” I growled, the word a
Xavier***The air was heavy as we left the healer’s den, a tangible reminder of what we’d just faced. Diego walked beside me, his shoulders tense and his gaze fixed straight ahead. The moon hung low in the night sky, casting long, silvery shadows across the courtyard."Do you think Henry will be safe?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Diego hesitated before responding. "I’ve used my powers to seal a protective barrier around him. That might suppress the darkness that was trying to consume him.""But for how long..." I trailed off, my heart weighed down by uncertainty. Diego’s expression was grim as he replied, "We can only hope it will be enough to keep him safe until we find a more permanent solution."“We need answers, Xavier,” Diego said, breaking the silence. “If that entity can control Henry, it could control anyone. We’re fighting blind, and we can’t afford that.”I nodded, my jaw tightening. “We start with the prophecy. There has to be more to it—something we missed.”
Xavier***I froze, my mind scrambling to process what Diego had just revealed. I’m the key? My stomach twisted with confusion and growing dread."Explain," I demanded, my voice sharp with urgency.Diego’s eyes locked onto mine, intense and unblinking, as though he were weighing whether to say more. After a long, tense pause, he finally spoke."I can't believe I’m the one saying this..." Diego’s voice faltered as he searched for the right words. "But your bloodline, Xavier. Your father wasn’t just any Alpha. He was the first to bind his soul to the power of the Darkmoon, the only one who could manipulate its dark force. The journal holds the secrets of how he did it—and how it can be undone."A chill ran down my spine. What the hell is he talking about? "What do you mean?" I asked, disbelief creeping into my voice.Diego’s expression grew more somber. "Do you know why your pack is called Dark Moon?" he asked, his gaze unyielding.I shook my head, barely able to process. "Don’t tell me
Xavier***The storm raged outside, but inside the small, dimly lit room, the silence was suffocating. Every word Diego had spoken seemed to echo in my mind like a drumbeat, drowning out everything else. The pages of the journal lay before me, mocking me with their emptiness. My mind raced. Who could have erased the journal? Why? And, most importantly—what did it mean for Henry?Diego pulled me out of my thoughts with a sharp tug on my arm, his face a mask of grim determination. "Come on," he urged, his voice thick with fear. "We have to get to him before it’s too late."I looked at him, the weight of our past hanging between us. The same man who had been the architect of my pain was now the one asking for my help. My emotions were a tangled mess—anger, betrayal, guilt—but I shoved them aside. I couldn’t afford to be distracted. Henry needed me. The Darkmoon pack needed me.We rushed out of the room and down the narrow hallway, the storm’s fury intensifying outside. As we moved, I coul
Xavier***The figure before me stood like a tempest incarnate. Her presence was both fierce and commanding, and I could feel the very air around her hum with an energy I couldn’t begin to comprehend. The storm outside seemed to retreat in her wake, as if it recognized the power she commanded."Who are you?" Dean sneered, his voice full of suspicion and malice, but even he couldn't hide the flicker of fear in his eyes. He took a cautious step back, his pack of rogue wolves shifting uneasily in the shadows.The woman’s gaze swept across the room, cold and calculating, and for a moment, I felt the weight of her eyes on me, as if she could see every secret buried deep within my soul."I am the end of this," she said, her voice rich with authority, each word a hammer striking the very core of this cursed legacy. "The Dark Moon’s reign of terror ends tonight."The storm howled outside once again, but it no longer seemed to be a force of nature. It was no longer a rampaging beast—it was a wh
Xavier****The silence that followed her departure was deafening. The room seemed to exhale, the tension dissipating like smoke in the air. My wolf form shimmered, the shadows clinging to me like a second skin before retreating into nothingness. I stood there, breathing heavily, the weight of her words pressing down on me.Dean remained where he was—a broken figure slumped on the floor. His wolves had scattered, their presence now nothing more than distant echoes in the storm. For the first time, he looked small, mortal—a far cry from the ruthless predator who had tormented me for years."You think this is victory?" His voice was hoarse, his lips curling into a bitter sneer. "You’ve only delayed the inevitable, Xavier. The Dark Moon isn’t a curse you can break. It’s a prison, and you’re still trapped inside."I didn’t respond. His words held no power over me now, not after what I had just witnessed. Instead, I turned and walked past him, my steps steady despite the chaos swirling in m
Xavier***The silence stretched taut, every breath dragging against the sharp edges of my pounding heart. Henry’s darkened grin wavered as I held him, my grip tightening around his neck despite myself. His body burned with unnatural heat—a sharp, unsettling contrast to the ice in his voice.“What’s wrong, Xavier?” He sneered, his tone a haunting blend of mockery and menace. “You can't hurt the man you love, can you? Can you, sweetheart?"I searched his eyes desperately, looking past the shroud of darkness that clung to him like a second skin. Somewhere beneath that void was the Henry I knew—the man who had laughed with me, fought beside me, and loved me. But that flicker of hope seemed so far away, hidden behind the abyss of black that threatened to swallow us both.“Henry,” I whispered, my voice trembling but resolute. “I know you’re in there. Fight this. Fight for us.”For a moment, something shifted. The cruel grin faltered, and a flicker of pain crossed his features. It was so fle
Xavier****The grip around my neck tightened, and panic surged through me like wildfire. Henry’s hands, once a source of warmth and protection, had become a vice, his fingers pressing into my skin with an unnatural strength. His eyes—golden and wild—held no trace of the mate I had fought for, the mate I had desperately tried to save. The demons that plagued his mind had claimed him completely, twisting him into something unrecognizable.I gasped for breath, my heart hammering against my chest as I struggled to free myself. "Henry, stop!" I croaked, my voice hoarse from the pressure in my throat. But the man in front of me—if it could even be called that—did not respond. He only smirked, his lips curling into a grotesque smile that sent an icy chill down my spine."You always think you can save everyone, Xavier," he whispered, his voice low and laced with venomous sweetness. "But you can't even save yourself."His grip tightened further, cutting off my air supply. I could feel my stren
Xavier****A week had passed since that day, yet the weight of everything that had transpired still pressed down on us like a suffocating fog. Henry remained unconscious, his body pale and still. The darkness had retreated, but it left scars deep enough to haunt us all. And I could do nothing but wait and watch, praying for a sign that he would wake up, praying that this nightmare would end.The cage was silent now, save for the occasional drip of water from the far corner. But that silence was a lie—a facade hiding the chaos that raged inside. Dean was there, shackled and bruised, his eyes vacant as he slumped against the cold bars. The light was dim in the corner of the room, but it did nothing to ease the sharp lines of agony on his face.I approached the cage slowly, the sound of my boots against the floor echoing in the stillness. His eyes flickered up at me, but there was no recognition, no defiance—just a hollow emptiness that made my blood run cold. My once-loyal beta, or so I
Xavier***The silence stretched taut, every breath dragging against the sharp edges of my pounding heart. Henry’s darkened grin wavered as I held him, my grip tightening around his neck despite myself. His body burned with unnatural heat—a sharp, unsettling contrast to the ice in his voice.“What’s wrong, Xavier?” He sneered, his tone a haunting blend of mockery and menace. “You can't hurt the man you love, can you? Can you, sweetheart?"I searched his eyes desperately, looking past the shroud of darkness that clung to him like a second skin. Somewhere beneath that void was the Henry I knew—the man who had laughed with me, fought beside me, and loved me. But that flicker of hope seemed so far away, hidden behind the abyss of black that threatened to swallow us both.“Henry,” I whispered, my voice trembling but resolute. “I know you’re in there. Fight this. Fight for us.”For a moment, something shifted. The cruel grin faltered, and a flicker of pain crossed his features. It was so fle
Xavier****The silence that followed her departure was deafening. The room seemed to exhale, the tension dissipating like smoke in the air. My wolf form shimmered, the shadows clinging to me like a second skin before retreating into nothingness. I stood there, breathing heavily, the weight of her words pressing down on me.Dean remained where he was—a broken figure slumped on the floor. His wolves had scattered, their presence now nothing more than distant echoes in the storm. For the first time, he looked small, mortal—a far cry from the ruthless predator who had tormented me for years."You think this is victory?" His voice was hoarse, his lips curling into a bitter sneer. "You’ve only delayed the inevitable, Xavier. The Dark Moon isn’t a curse you can break. It’s a prison, and you’re still trapped inside."I didn’t respond. His words held no power over me now, not after what I had just witnessed. Instead, I turned and walked past him, my steps steady despite the chaos swirling in m
Xavier***The figure before me stood like a tempest incarnate. Her presence was both fierce and commanding, and I could feel the very air around her hum with an energy I couldn’t begin to comprehend. The storm outside seemed to retreat in her wake, as if it recognized the power she commanded."Who are you?" Dean sneered, his voice full of suspicion and malice, but even he couldn't hide the flicker of fear in his eyes. He took a cautious step back, his pack of rogue wolves shifting uneasily in the shadows.The woman’s gaze swept across the room, cold and calculating, and for a moment, I felt the weight of her eyes on me, as if she could see every secret buried deep within my soul."I am the end of this," she said, her voice rich with authority, each word a hammer striking the very core of this cursed legacy. "The Dark Moon’s reign of terror ends tonight."The storm howled outside once again, but it no longer seemed to be a force of nature. It was no longer a rampaging beast—it was a wh
Xavier***The storm raged outside, but inside the small, dimly lit room, the silence was suffocating. Every word Diego had spoken seemed to echo in my mind like a drumbeat, drowning out everything else. The pages of the journal lay before me, mocking me with their emptiness. My mind raced. Who could have erased the journal? Why? And, most importantly—what did it mean for Henry?Diego pulled me out of my thoughts with a sharp tug on my arm, his face a mask of grim determination. "Come on," he urged, his voice thick with fear. "We have to get to him before it’s too late."I looked at him, the weight of our past hanging between us. The same man who had been the architect of my pain was now the one asking for my help. My emotions were a tangled mess—anger, betrayal, guilt—but I shoved them aside. I couldn’t afford to be distracted. Henry needed me. The Darkmoon pack needed me.We rushed out of the room and down the narrow hallway, the storm’s fury intensifying outside. As we moved, I coul
Xavier***I froze, my mind scrambling to process what Diego had just revealed. I’m the key? My stomach twisted with confusion and growing dread."Explain," I demanded, my voice sharp with urgency.Diego’s eyes locked onto mine, intense and unblinking, as though he were weighing whether to say more. After a long, tense pause, he finally spoke."I can't believe I’m the one saying this..." Diego’s voice faltered as he searched for the right words. "But your bloodline, Xavier. Your father wasn’t just any Alpha. He was the first to bind his soul to the power of the Darkmoon, the only one who could manipulate its dark force. The journal holds the secrets of how he did it—and how it can be undone."A chill ran down my spine. What the hell is he talking about? "What do you mean?" I asked, disbelief creeping into my voice.Diego’s expression grew more somber. "Do you know why your pack is called Dark Moon?" he asked, his gaze unyielding.I shook my head, barely able to process. "Don’t tell me
Xavier***The air was heavy as we left the healer’s den, a tangible reminder of what we’d just faced. Diego walked beside me, his shoulders tense and his gaze fixed straight ahead. The moon hung low in the night sky, casting long, silvery shadows across the courtyard."Do you think Henry will be safe?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Diego hesitated before responding. "I’ve used my powers to seal a protective barrier around him. That might suppress the darkness that was trying to consume him.""But for how long..." I trailed off, my heart weighed down by uncertainty. Diego’s expression was grim as he replied, "We can only hope it will be enough to keep him safe until we find a more permanent solution."“We need answers, Xavier,” Diego said, breaking the silence. “If that entity can control Henry, it could control anyone. We’re fighting blind, and we can’t afford that.”I nodded, my jaw tightening. “We start with the prophecy. There has to be more to it—something we missed.”
Xavier***The healer’s den was oppressively silent, the only sounds the soft scrape of her tools and the whispered incantations that wove through the air like fragile threads of hope. I stood still, watching her every movement, my focus razor-sharp as though sheer will alone could pull Henry back from the brink. Beside me, Diego’s arms were crossed tightly against his chest, his expression grim but composed—a counterweight to my rising desperation.Henry lay motionless, his pale face bathed in an eerie stillness. His shallow breaths were uneven, each one tugging at the fraying edges of my resolve. Diego broke the silence, his voice low and deliberate, the calm anchor to my storm.“Xavier, we need to discuss what’s next.”“The only thing that matters is Henry surviving this,” I said, the sharp edge of my voice cutting through the room.Diego met my gaze, his tone measured but insistent. “And if the prophecy is real? Henry's fate may be out of our hands.”“Don’t,” I growled, the word a