*****Henry****“Leave...” Xavier said, staring at Cody, his voice filled with determination. I watch Cody nod his head as he leaves, but before turning his face to get one last look at me, a flicker of regret is evident in his eyes.I sighed seeing. Xavier cleans his jaw, clearly holding back his emotions. “I don’t want you,” I said, trying to get up, but Xavier placed a firm hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “It’s for the best,” he said softly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and relief.“It’s okay, Henry. I’m here to help.” Xavier’s voice came soft and reassuring, his gaze unwavering as he wrapped his arm around my leg and back, carrying my body effortlessly. I relaxed into his touch, feeling a sense of comfort and safety wash over me at that moment. But I know all emotions are just vain attempts to distract me from the pain of rejection.“Leave me…” I whispered weakly, not having the strength to push him away. Xavier held me tighter, his warmth seeping into my bones as he
“I want to leave...” I said, finally deciding to get free from all pain and start a new chapter in my life, one where I can heal and find happiness again.Xavier turned at me; his eyes filled with confusion. “What does it mean?” I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. “I want to leave all this behind and start fresh,” I clarified, determined to take control of my own happiness and well-being. “I want to leave the pack and all the memories that come with it.”Xavier grabbed my shoulder and pulled me close to him. I can see his anger and hurt in his eyes. “You can’t just leave like that,” he said, his voice pleading. “You are a part of my family, a part of me.”I brushed his hands off my shoulder, shaking my head. “A family that abused me for all these years, an alpha that ignored my presence as a burden rather than a blessing,” I replied firmly. “Even if I die, no one will mourn my absence in this pack,” I spoke with a finality that left no room for argument.“This is your home, He
“You don’t know who you are and what you are capable of. But soon, you will understand.” His words sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me with a sense of impending doom. And he disappeared into the shadows, leaving me with a sense of dread that lingered long after he was gone.“Wait...” I shouted, trying to follow him, but he had vanished without a trace, leaving me alone in the darkness. The feeling of uncertainty and fear grew stronger as I stood there, wondering what awaited me next.I felt a hand on my shoulder and spun around to find Cody standing behind me, a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his eyes searching mine for answers.What is he doing here? Before I could respond, Cody spoke again, “I saw you walking alone and wanted to make sure you were alright. You seemed lost in thought.” He asked, staring at me intently.I jerked his hand off my shoulder, feeling a surge of anger at his intrusion. “I’m fine,” I snapped, trying to push past him. Cody re
Do you want to be the right person for me?” Cody asked, his voice hopeful yet uncertain.“What do you mean?” Cody’s vulnerability tugged at my heartstrings. He was once my bully, but now he was opening up to me in a way I never expected. “I mean, do you want to be the one who sees me for who I truly am?” Cody clarified, his eyes searching mine for an answer. “I have been rejected, Henry; a rejected wolf is nothing more than a lost soul wandering in the darkness. And I don’t want to be lost anymore,” Cody confessed, his vulnerability breaking down the walls between us.“Cody...” I whispered, not wanting to understand the meaning behind his words.But I moved closer, walking towards him, as I tried to create some space between us, my heart racing with conflicting emotions. Cody’s honesty was both terrifying and liberating, his eyes holding a depth of pain and longing that I couldn’t ignore.Cody grabbed my cheek gently, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “I need you to show me the
“Who are you?” I asked silently, my heart pounding in my chest. The black wolf’s eyes softened, and he replied, “Your protector,” he said with a voice that was both soothing and powerful. His presence brought a sense of calmness and reassurance that I had never felt before.But who is this wolf whose scent was familiar yet unknown to me? I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had encountered him before.The black wolf stood between me and Rogue, growling softly as if protecting me. I couldn’t remember where or when, but I knew I had seen those piercing yellow eyes before. But as he continued to stand guard, a distant memory began to surface in my mind, revealing a connection between us that went beyond this moment. It was as if we were bound by something deeper than mere chance encounters.I watched as he growled loudly at the rogue wolf standing before us, his protective stance unwavering. His piercing eyes were glaring at the wolf, daring it to make a move.The rogue seems to get his ba
“I do love you...” I heard the black wolf whisper, his voice filled with longing and sorrow, staring at me in the same way that Xavier used to look at me.“What did you say?” I asked, my heart racing with confusion and fear. The black wolf’s eyes held a depth of emotion that I couldn’t quite comprehend, leaving me both intrigued and apprehensive.“What did you hear?” he asked, throwing back the question at me. I shook my head, not wanting to repeat the words that I thought I had heard, unsure if they were real or just a figment of my imagination.I turned away, trying to ignore the intensity of his gaze, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to his words than met the eye.“I need to go,” I muttered, feeling a sudden urge to distance myself from the situation. As I walked away, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease lingering in the air, wondering if there was more to the mysterious whispers than I initially thought.“Where are you going?” His voice called
I stare at the black wolf in front of me, feeling a sense of connection and mystery in its piercing gaze. “Who are you? A kind of secret that you know about my existence.” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The black wolf simply tilted its head, as if contemplating my question. “When the right time comes, you will know. Go back to your pack and wait for the moment of revelation,” it replied cryptically before disappearing into the shadows, leaving me with more questions than answers.“Wait...” I called out, but the black wolf was already gone, leaving me to ponder its enigmatic message and the mysteries that awaited me in the future, only for me to stare into the darkness, with my mind racing with thoughts of what my destiny may hold.“Sometimes it is those who are seen as insignificant that hold the key to unlocking great power and potential.” His words echoed in my mind as I tried to make sense of the mysterious encounter. Why is my life suddenly filled with cryptic messages
A loud howl broke the tense silence, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. Opening my eyes, I saw a figure emerging from the shadows—a giant black wolf with piercing yellow eyes. Its presence seemed to command respect from the other wolves, who backed away slowly. Running from the way they came, emptying my room of any signs of my presence, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had stumbled upon something far more sinister than I had anticipated. As I made my escape, the image of those glowing eyes burned and sharp fangs into my memory, leaving me with a chilling sense of dread that lingered long after I had fled. The howl echoed in my mind, a haunting reminder of a far more dangerous threat than I had ever imagined appearing closer and closer to me.I close my eyes tightly and try to block out the terrifying sound, but it only grows louder.“Henry...” the wolf’s voice rings inside my mind. “You fine...” The wolf’s voice was strangely comforting, as if it held a sense of
The weight of Xavier’s words hung in the air, thick and undeniable. The Guardian. A name whispered in old legends, a force that had once stood against the darkness and lived to tell the tale. If anyone could help Henry, it was them.Diego’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. “That’s impossible,” he said. “The Guardian disappeared years ago. No one has seen them since.”“But they’re real,” Xavier insisted. “And they’re our only hope.”Diego exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. He had spent years searching for answers, for a way to keep his son safe. The darkness had stolen too much already. If the Guardian was still out there, they had to find them.Henry stirred, his fingers twitching against Xavier’s arm. He was still too weak to stand, his breathing uneven. "We... we don’t have time,” he rasped.Xavier’s grip on him tightened. “We’ll make time.”Determination set in Diego’s eyes as he turned toward the door. “Then we leave now.”***The journey through the dense fore
The silence in Henry’s room was suffocating, a heavy, oppressive weight that seemed to press down on his chest with every labored breath. His surroundings were shrouded in darkness, yet the air felt thick, as if the shadows themselves were alive, watching him. Henry was awake, but the world around him was a hazy, half-formed nightmare, its grip on him unyielding. His fingers, sticky with the remnants of blood, curled and uncurled in confusion. Was it his own blood? Or someone else’s?A whisper slithered through the darkness, curling around his senses like icy fingers grazing his skin. A shiver raced down his spine, though the room itself was uncomfortably warm. His breath hitched, the faint taste of iron—a coppery tang that could only be blood—clinging to the back of his throat. Was it his? Or someone else’s?"You feel it, don’t you?” Lyra’s voice hissed through the shadows, the words curling around him like a cold wind. “The hunger, the thirst gnawing at your very soul? You’re alread
Xavier***Diego stood motionless, his fists clenched so tight I feared his knuckles would burst. His body trembled, but whether it was from rage or the fear of facing Fiona’s impossible return, I couldn’t tell. I could see it in his eyes—a father’s anguish, a mate’s despair. The ghosts of the past had clawed their way back into the present, threatening to swallow us whole."“How?” Diego finally managed, his voice hoarse. “How is that possible?”Cody’s eyes darkened as he stepped further into the room. “She was sucked into darkness, and I stood there, helpless, as she was torn away from me.” His voice cracked, betraying the weight of the memory.“You think she’s been... alive all this time?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, unsure of the enormity of what we were discussing."Not alive—not in the way we know it," Cody answered grimly. "She was caught in the fold between life and death, a soul trapped in darkness, manipulated by something far more ancient than anything we've eve
Xavier***The flickering candlelight cast restless shadows across the wooden walls, the air thick with unspoken tension. Dust hung heavy, stirred only by the occasional shift as I turned another brittle page. The weight of our task pressed down like a storm cloud ready to break.My fingers traced the ancient ink, my mind racing with the implications of what I had read. But no matter how many times I reread it, the answer remained the same: to save Henry, I would have to make the ultimate sacrifice. The truth of my family’s dark history loomed large, and I knew that to protect Henry, I had to make a choice that could change everything.“We need to be sure,” Diego murmured, breaking the silence. His deep voice held a rare edge of hesitation, a side of him I seldom saw. “There has to be another way. We can’t rush into this without exhausting every possibility.”I exhaled sharply, frustration tightening my jaw. “I don’t have time, Diego. Henry doesn’t have time. The darkness is consuming
Henry****My body trembles, my breath ragged as I strain against the restraints holding me down. My wrists are bound to this cold, unforgiving chair, the ropes digging into my skin, but it’s the pain inside my head that’s worse. The darkness has seeped into me, suffocating me from the inside, and now it’s coming for me, trying to consume everything I’ve ever been.The room around me is dim, the air thick and heavy, pressing down with each breath I take. But it’s the shadows that get to me the most. They claw at me, whispering from the corners where the light never reaches. I can feel their cold fingers creeping into my mind, wrapping around my thoughts, twisting them into grotesque shapes.Give in, Henry. There is nothing left for you but me.The words are soft at first, like a murmur in the back of my mind, but they’re getting louder, growing louder with every second. I grit my teeth, trying to shut them out, but it’s no use. They won’t stop.You’re nothing without me. You were alway
The room closed in on Xavier, the air thick with a suffocating weight. Shadows clung to the corners, twisting and warping in a dance of mocking whispers, echoing his deepest failures and fears. The journal lay on the table before him, its presence a cold reminder of the sins that had brought him to this point. His fingers hovered over the worn leather, but he could not bear to open it. The vision of the altar—the blood, the hollow, accusing eyes of his mother—replayed in his mind like a tormenting nightmare. He had been born of violence, of rejection, forged in the darkness of his father’s cruel design. And Henry… his mate, his salvation, now stood as nothing more than a pawn in that same twisted game of shadows."You don’t get to say that, Xavier," Diego snapped, his voice raw, full of unspent anger. "You didn’t choose this. You didn’t choose him." His frustration rippled through the space, but beneath the edge of it, Xavier heard something else—something softer, more understanding.
The journal felt heavier in Xavier’s hands, its leather cover cool and damp, as if it had absorbed the decay of time itself. The scent of aged parchment and faded ink hung thick in the air, dust swirling like a specter, choking the space between them. His fingers trembled as they hovered over the pages, each turn more agonizing than the last.Diego stood beside him, his silence more piercing than any words. A steady presence in the growing storm of revelations, his watchful gaze never leaving Xavier’s face.The ink on the brittle pages pulsed, shifting like something alive, whispering secrets long buried in the abyss. Xavier’s breath hitched, his chest tightening as he turned to the next page.“The Ritual of Darkmoon is not meant for mortals to wield. But I had no choice. Power is not given—it is taken, demanded from the abyss itself. And so, I made the sacrifice.”Xavier's hands shook violently. The words twisted inside his chest like a rusted dagger, leaving a trail of ice in their
Xavier****The words hung between us like a death sentence—heavy and unyielding. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a painful reminder of the choice I faced. Diego stood before me, his jaw clenched, eyes burning with determination, but I could see the flicker of pain beneath his resolve. It mirrored my own, twisting in my gut, tightening my throat.Lyra’s gaze flicked between us, her expression unreadable. "One soul," she said softly, her voice almost lost in the deafening rush of blood in my ears. "Only one of you can make the sacrifice."A bitter laugh escaped before I could stop it. "So, we fight over who gets to die?" The absurdity of it all made my head spin. I had spent so long trying to save Henry, and now... now it came down to this.Diego exhaled sharply. "It won’t be you, Xavier." His voice was unwavering, the finality in it leaving no room for argument. "I won't let you."My throat tightened, words threatening to choke me. "You can’t ask me to stand by and watch you do
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