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
****Xavier****“You have 24 hours; reject my membership or let me live a life as a rogue wolf,” I whispered to myself, knowing that my decision was final. “And yeah, congratulations on finding your Luna. I just hope you don’t break his heart like you did mine.” These are the only words running through my mind right now as Henry’s words continue to haunt me, his face etched with betrayal and hurt, staring at me as I saw him walk away from me, his eyes filled with disappointment and disbelief.I knew that my actions had consequences, and I would have to live with the guilt of hurting someone who truly cared for me. But I also knew that this was the only way to protect him from the harm that had followed him since his childhood, and I was willing to do whatever it took to keep him safe. Even ready to sacrifice my happiness for his well-being.I sighed, seeing his shadow disappearing in the distance towards the dense forest. I want to follow him and confront him, but I know deep down that
****Xavier****I shift back in human form to confront Henry about the dangers he may face if he continues to trust the wrong people. But I can do so, so something is stuck in my throat. Burning with the intensity of a thousand suns, my skin prickling with unease as I struggled to stand on my shaky legs.A strong smell of wolfbane wafted through the air, causing my head to spin and my vision to blur. I touched the cut on my neck with shaking hands, feeling the sting of the silver blade that had barely missed my jugular.Fuck, who the hell dared to attack my back in the middle of the night? As I turn my head to see a figure lurking in the shadows, a low growl escapes their lips as they prepare to strike again. I was so engrossed in my focus on Henry that I didn’t even notice the second figure sneaking up behind me. Before I could react, a sharp pain shot through my side as another blade pierced my skin. My heart raced as I realized I was outnumbered and in serious trouble.I stare at He
***Henry***“Where are you, Xavier?” I mumbled to myself, staring at the pack in chaos because of the loss of their Alpha. The tension in the air was palpable as the wolves anxiously awaited Xavier’s return, unsure of what to do next. And with many wolves injured, some severely, it was clear that Xavier’s absence was taking a toll on the pack’s morale. With the rogue attack, there has been growing concern about their safety and future without their leader.“Take care of women and children; no matter what we have, protect them,” I heard Dean ordering to the remaining wolves, his voice filled with determination and responsibility. As the beta of the pack, Dean knew it was his duty to step up in Xavier’s absence and ensure the safety of the pack.The wolves looked to him for guidance, their trust in his leadership unwavering despite the uncertainty that lay ahead. But his shoulder is bleeding from a wound sustained during the attack, a visible reminder of the dangers they faced. Despite
***Henry***“Tell me how to reclaim a rejected mate bond,” I said, my voice steady despite the nerves coursing through me. I know my decision will change everything. The fate of our pack rests on my shoulders as I reclaim what was once lost.Dean smiles reassuringly, his confidence in me evident in his eyes. “First, I will ask you a few questions, and you have to answer them honestly,” he begins, leading me to a secluded area where we can talk in private.“Okay Henry, let’s start with the reason why your mate’s bond was rejected. Once we identify that, we can work on a plan to reclaim it together.” Dean’s calm demeanor helps to ease my anxiety as we delve into the details of what went wrong.A sad smile crosses my lips as the thought of that painful rejection resurfaces. That day when Xavier told me that he was meeting someone else and not me. The memory still stings, but I know that with Dean’s help, I can find a way to move forward and potentially mend what was broken.“I asked him
***Henry****Like a melody to my ears, a voice that soothes my soul came to my ears, calling my name softly in the wind, “Henry.” The familiar voice rings through my mind, bringing a sense of comfort and nostalgia. It was a voice that had the power to make my heart skip a beat and loosen me in its warmth and familiarity.My heart starts to race with anticipation, knowing that Xavier can hear me, and I can finally feel his presence once again. The bond between us seems to come alive, bridging the distance between our souls and bringing us closer together in a way that only true connection can. The sound of my name on his lips ignites a fire within me, reminding me of the deep love and connection we share.“Xavier….,” His name came out of my mouth like a prayer, a whispered promise of love and devotion that transcends time and space.“Henry…,” And again, his voice washes over me like a soothing balm, calming my racing heart and grounding me in the present moment.“I can feel you with me
*****Xavier****“Shut up and let me handle this.” Henry’s voice came harshly from the mind link as he cut off my attempt to speak.“Henry…. Don’t you dare interfere with my plan,” I shot back, my frustration evident in my tone. “I know what I’m doing,” but Henry ended the mind link, blocking me from his thoughts completely.I clenched my jaw, feeling the weight of his distrust heavy on my shoulders. The fuck, why does he want to come here and put himself in danger? Diego is dangerous and unpredictable.I took a deep breath, knowing that I would have to find a way to work around Henry’s interference if I wanted to succeed in this mission.I stare at my smartphone, scanning the tiny, dark room that I have been kept captive in for the past week. The walls were damp and cold, the only light coming from a small window high above. And wolfbane running through my veins is making me weak and not allowing me to change into my wolf's form to escape. I knew I had to find a way out before it was
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