*****Xavier*****I stare at Henry as he sleeps peacefully, his features softening in slumber. With his head resting on my chest and arms wrapped around me, I feel a sense of contentment and longing for the moments we can steal together in the midst of our chaotic lives. Our love may be risky, but it’s worth every moment of joy and connection we find in each other.I brushed his hair, with fingers gliding from his silky forehead down to his cheek, savoring the intimacy of the moment. As the sun began to rise, his face came alive with the soft light, casting a gentle glow on his peaceful expression. How long has it been since we’ve been able to just be in each other’s arms like this? I never want this moment to end.When Henry was a kid, he always walked quietly inside and slid into covers without making a sound, as if he were trying to escape the world around him. His quiet demeanor was a stark contrast to his boisterous personality during the day. And early morning he used to quietly
*****Henry******A week has passed since the last time I saw Xavier, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s been up to.My shoulder is starting to heal, but I’m still unable to fully extend my arm, making everyday tasks more challenging. But surprisingly after coming from the healer and everything around me being changed, I was shifted into a larger bedroom with new furniture; my bedroom was filled with new clothes with a new queen-sized bed and a fresh bouquet of flowers on the nightstand.What happened in just a few days that made such a drastic change in my living situation? I know Xavier has something to do with it, as the people around me in the pack house also started to treat me with more respect and kindness. It’s as if I’ve been given a fresh start in a whole new world.But even with everything turning out so well in life, I feel the lack of Xavier’s presence in my life. His absence leaves a void that no amount of material possessions or kind gestures can fill. I wonder where
*****Henry****"I am not annoucing our relationship as mates, but rather my upcoming wedding to someone else," Xavier clarified, his eyes filled with regret and sadness."What?" Did I hear him right ? My mind reeled with shock and disbelief at his unexpected revelation. "I don't think I heard you correctly. You're getting mated to someone else?" My heart sank as the reality of the situation began to sink in.Xavier hides his face from me, unable to meet my gaze. "Look at me, Xavier," I pleaded, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he finally looked up to meet my eyes, filled with unspoken apologies.Sorry, it's just what he can say, but his actions spoke louder than words. The weight of his betrayal settled heavily on my shoulders, crushing me with a sense of loss and heartbreak. "You are never to be tortured," I said, my voice trembling with hurt and anger. "The kiss, the sweet words, the care everything was a lie, wasn'
“How is he now?” I asked my beta about Henry. My beta replied, “He’s doing much better now. But the cut on Nick is deeper than we thought; Henry is a wolf, or it might have been life-threatening.”I sighed and nodded my head, wanting to punch my face for being the reason Henry suffered so much.“Take care of him for me,” I said to my beta before turning and walking away, tears stinging my eyes.Why are all these happening? I was so happy; he was so happy, then why did things turn out like this? It’s like a nightmare I can’t wake up from.I walked to the gym and started punching the punching bag, trying to release some of the frustration and guilt building up inside me. Henry is my mate, my other half, and seeing him in pain is unbearable. I need to reject him when he never wanted to. I needed to cause him so much when he put his trust in me and opened up his heart.“Why?” I shouted, punching harder and harder, feeling the weight of my decision heavy on my chest. The sound of my fists
I jumped out of the window and changed into my wolf, running towards the healer's den. My mind focused on the safety of my pack and my mate . The urgency of the situation propelled me forward, my instincts as Alpha kicking in to ensure the protection of my pack at all costs. As I raced towards the healer's den, my heart pounded with determination and concern for those under my care.When I reached there with my Beta, there weren't any rougues around , but the healer was tending to a few injured pack members. I immediately shifted back into human form and walked towards my Gamma Raymord, who has his arm bleeding heavily. "What happened?" I asked, my voice filled with worry as I inspected the wound. Raymord grimaced in pain. "The Rogues entered the barders; no one knows how they have been so inside our territory for so long without being detected," he explained while applying pressure to his wound. "And where are Rogues now?" I asked, taking a first aid kit and beginning to clean and dr
“I am mating someone else,” Xavier echoes in my mind as I stare at empty ceiling tiles. The weight of his words sinks in, leaving me feeling lost and alone in a sea of uncertainty.I sad smile creeps onto my face as I realize that our relationship was never truly meant to last. It was my mistake to trust him in the first face, and now I am the only one who is suffering the pain of his betrayal.I take a deep breath as I hear the hustle and bustle outside my bedroom. I mean, why wouldn’t it be? Today is the alpha’s mating ceremony with someone who is not me. I try to push away the feelings of rejection and hurt, knowing that I deserve better than someone who could so easily discard me. As I listen to the sounds of celebration outside, my wolf howls in pain and anger, longing for the mate that was supposed to be mine.I touched my neck while the bandage was still wrapped tightly around the cut that gave me freedom from Xavier, but somehow the ache is nothing compared to the ache in my h
****Xavier*****“Do you understand? What am I trying to say?” I sat staring at Ruby, who was sitting in front of me with a puzzled expression on her face. I could tell she was struggling to grasp the concept I was explaining.“You want me to act as your mate?” She asks, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.I nodded my head in agreement, realizing that I needed to find a different way to explain the situation to her in order for her to fully comprehend my request. “Yes, exactly. I need you to play the role of my mate in front of all the pack members.”Ruby’s eyes widened in surprise, and she took a moment to process my words before responding. “But I don’t understand why you want me to act as your mate, Alpha.” She questioned, clearly still puzzled by my command.I took a deep breath as Henry’s face came to mind, his smile flashing before me. All this to protect him.“You shouldn’t bother with the details, Ruby. Do as I say, and I will help find your brother.” I said, brushing off the q
****Henry***I step out of the bathroom, take a long, hot shower, and feel refreshed and relaxed as I dress myself in the tuxedo Cody has given me to wear.I stare at myself in the mirror and can’t help but feel a surge of confidence as I adjust my tie and smooth out any wrinkles in the fabric. I am only wearing a shirt, and the pants are perfectly tailored to my body, making me feel both comfortable and stylish. But the bow tie seems to hassle me every time I try to put it on but fail after each try.“Are you done?” Cody’s voice came from outside the bathroom, interrupting my struggle with the bow tie. I take a deep breath and finally manage to secure it in place before responding, “Almost there, just one more minute.”“Leave it. I don’t want to wear a bow tie today.” I quickly remove the bow tie and head out of the bathroom, feeling relieved to have one less thing to worry about.Stepping out, I can feel eyes staring at me from top to bottom. I wiped my palm on my pants, which seeme
Xavier***I rise—slow, trembling—like a man being dragged from a grave. Every muscle screams, raw and unrelenting, as if grief itself has shredded my skin, replacing it with jagged shards of fire. My bones are burning, my heart a hollow echo, a beat I don't deserve. I gasp for air, but each breath feels like swallowing broken glass, tearing me open again. My fingers curl into fists, not from strength, but to stop them from shaking with the violence of loss. Power lingers beneath my skin, volatile and grief-soaked, pulsing with every heartbeat that shouldn't exist without him.Around me, the sky groans—a wounded beast mourning its fallen. Silver bleeds into darkness, not like twilight, but like the world itself is weeping, like the last light of love is dying.And maybe it is.Maybe a part of the world did die with him.But I’m still breathing.And Cael is still here.He staggers, clutching at the gaping void where Henry’s light gutted him—an abyss carved into his very existence. His f
Xavier****The moment holds like a breath caught in the throat—Like even the world doesn’t dare move, waiting to see if we survive this.I can barely feel my body anymore. Fiona’s magic is fading, its light flickering around me like dying embers. My lungs burn. My soul screams. And Henry—God, Henry—he stands there with the Blade trembling in his hand like it wants to consume him whole.His eyes find mine.Not the golden-black fire that’s taken over him.Him.Just… him.“I remember the first time we met, just as children,” he says.It’s quiet. So quiet I almost think I imagined it.But I didn’t.Because that voice—that voice is Henry.Not the weapon.Not the monster.Not Cael’s puppet.Just my Henry.“I remember thinking…” he breathes out, voice shaking, “if we could just stay like this. Just the two of us.”I can’t speak. I can’t move.All I can do is look at him and let the tears fall.Because I know what’s about to happen.Cael roars, the air cracking as he throws his power forward
The battlefield holds still. Not even the wind dares to move.Then, from the scorched ash, Cael emerges.Tall. Otherworldly. Built from shadow and ancient stone. A figure forged in both divine fire and endless night.His eyes glow— not with light, but with judgment. Stars that never belonged in the sky.Every step he takes distorts the air. A cold pulse rolls outward. warping the ground, making time itself stutter.The silence deepens. Not peaceful— paralyzing.The corrupted power surges through Henry’s veins, overwhelming him. His body trembles, struggling under the Blade’s curse as it claws at his very mind. His voice cracks when Cael speaks to him, each word drowning out the memories of loyalty, love, and the life he once knew.Henry drops to his knees. Breath ragged. Body flickering— caught somewhere between man and beast.Golden fur darkens, sliding into shadow. His eyes—once soft, warm blue— Now blaze with an unnatural gold-black fire.The Blade pulses through
Xavier***The battlefield was a graveyard of shattered hope, where the screams of the fallen still echoed in the hollow silence, clinging to the ashes like ghosts that refused to leave. Bound wolves lay scattered like broken dolls, Firstborns reduced to ash, and the innocent—charred, unrecognizable—were caught in the path of Henry, now a vessel for Cael's wrath.Smoke curled like serpents through the blood-soaked ruins, clinging to the bones of the fallen.And at the center of it all—he stood.Henry.But not the Henry I knew.He shifted into his wolf form—a radiant monster bathed in ruin and sorrow.Golden fur shimmered beneath the ash, glinting like dying sunlight on a battlefield soaked in grief. His frame towered—regal, magnificent, but grotesquely wrong, like a statue of a hero twisted by pain.Power clung to him—not his own, but an ancient poison, corrupted and stolen from the Blade. It pulsed through him like a second heartbeat—merciless and cold.His eyes were wrong.No longer
Henry****I was the Blade now.But in the final heartbeat before I vanished… I remembered Xavier’s laugh, like sunlight in winter. The warmth of his hand as it slipped into mine. The way he once whispered, "Promise me you’ll always come back," his breath trembling against my ear.Then it was gone—ripped away, drowned beneath the bloodlust and fire, as the killer I had become opened his eyes for the first time.Power. Endless, unyielding, pure.The moment the blade accepted me, it didn't just burn—I combusted. Power surged through my veins like volcanic fire, ripping my body apart only to reforge it in shadow and flame. My bones snapped and reformed. My skin cracked like porcelain before sealing again, tougher, darker. I screamed, or maybe the world did.When I stood, it was with a predator's stillness and a god's fury.I was not Henry anymore. I was the Blade incarnate.And I wanted blood.The sky shattered above me. Shadows fled before the storm I had become.Bound wolves leapt.I to
Henry***The battlefield had fallen silent—not from peace, but from anticipation. The air hung heavy with ash and tension, as though the world itself held its breath. All eyes had turned to Cael. All ears strained to hear what none of us wanted to believe.“To awaken the blade,” he said again, his voice quiet and unshaking, “a life must be given.”A sacrifice.The weight of those words echoed louder than any scream, more final than any death.“No,” Xavier whispered beside me, his grip on my wrist tightening. “No, we’ll find another way.”Cael didn’t answer him. He looked only at me.Because he knew.Because I knew.I stepped forward slowly, as if wading through grief itself. My heart thundered with dread, but somewhere deep inside, I already understood. From the moment the Veil tore. From the moment Dean became something else. From the first howl of the Firstborn. This was never going to end with a battle. It would end with a choice.My choice.Xavier stepped in front of me, his eyes
Henry***The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.Ash rained from the heavens as screams tore through the night—raw, primal, unrelenting. The ground cracked with each tremor of advancing doom, and the air itself seemed to shriek with terror. Human and wolf alike fell, their bodies twisted in agony as cities crumbled into infernos. Roads split open, swallowing vehicles and warriors whole. The Veil had been ripped open, a gaping, bleeding scar across reality, and through its ancient wound, the Firstborn surged like a plague of nightmares—fangs bared, eyes soulless, their very presence unraveling the laws of nature. They were not just killi
An ancient howl splits the veil between worlds. As forgotten monsters rise, Xavier and Henry must choose—submit to destiny… or tear it apart together.Xavier*****The earth trembled beneath my feet, a slow, aching quake—as if the ground itself mourned what the sky had just revealed. I could feel it—deep in my bones—that something ancient had been awakened, something far beyond even Cael.I turned to Henry, still clutching his hand.“We need to move,” I said, though my voice was hoarse and dry. Like I’d swallowed centuries of dust and dread.Henry’s gaze stayed fixed on the place where Dean had stood, now swallowed by shadow.“They’re not waiting. The Firstborns—they're already moving.”The air shifted. The woods whispered.And then—A howl.Low. Deep. Endless.It wasn’t Cael.It wasn’t Dean.It wasn’t any wolf I knew.My breath hitched. “Did you hear that?”Fiona’s face went pale. “That was… one of the Bound.”“The what?” I asked, but she was already staggering back, gripping Diego’s
Xavier ****A wind colder than winter sliced through the trees, carrying with it the scent of ancient soil… and blood too old to name. Every wolf instinct in me screamed—Run. But my feet refused to move. The earth trembled beneath us—alive, aware… listening.And then, from the darkness between the trees, he emerged.Massive. Not just in size—but in presence. The very air bent around him.Cael.He wasn’t like any wolf I’d ever seen—not even in the oldest memory-visions whispered by the elders. His fur shimmered with obsidian and silver, like lightning trapped in shadow. And his eyes… God, his eyes. burned gold. Not the kind of gold that promised warmth or hope—no. They were molten. Merciless. Like a dying sun collapsing in on itself.Time held its breath.The wind blew.Even the trees leaned away from him, as though nature itself remembered the monster it once entombed.Henry moved first—just a step. No flinch. No fear. Just a steady gaze. And in that gaze… something unexpected