***Henry****The pull between us felt like gravity, an invisible force that I couldn’t escape, no matter how hard I tried. Every breath I took carried Xavier’s scent deeper into my lungs, and it only made things worse. My wolf, the part of me that was supposed to stay hidden, was roaring to the surface, urging me to submit. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.Xavier’s presence was overpowering, the space between us a cauldron of heat, tension, and something darker I couldn’t name. His amber eyes, molten gold, were locked onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. The soft flicker of a smirk played at the corner of his lips, as though he knew exactly what I was feeling. But I refused to let him see it.The distance between us was closing, and each step he took made my breath come faster, each movement a reminder of the battle I was losing.“You’re fighting it, Henry," Xavier's voice was a low growl, rough like gravel being ground underfoot. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I fo
*****Xavier****The night was suffocating, heavy with the scent of blood and the promise of danger. My legs throbbed, the wounds deep enough to make every step a fresh wave of agony. Henry hovered nearby, his amber eyes darting toward the shadows that moved through the trees. The rogues were closing in, their growls echoing through the forest under Alpha Diego’s command.I couldn’t protect us like this.Diego and Cody left, but the rogue wolves are still lurking in the darkness, as if they smell us, but I know Henry's magic is hinding our scent well enough. But even through in this tiny hut a two lone wolves with me, the Alphaa, being injured and Hnery, who doesn't know how to use his powers or fight to protect us, I fear our chances of survival are slim.Pain shot through me as I leaned against the wall, trying to steady my breathing and focus on trying to clam my racing heart. The sound of distant howls outside only added to my anxiety, reminding me that we were not out of danger ye
The cave was alive with frantic breaths, hearts pounding in unison, and the distant howls of the rogues closing in. Xavier’s leg burned with every step, but the pull of his wolf’s need—no, his mate’s need—was far stronger than any physical pain.Henry’s hands gripped his arm with fierce protectiveness, the touch igniting a fire in Xavier that he couldn’t control. The bond was no longer something to fight against. It had exploded between them, raw and untamed. He couldn’t resist it anymore. He didn’t want to.Henry’s amber eyes locked with his, wild with fear, but there was something deeper there—something more primal. "Xavier, I—""Shut up," Xavier growled, cutting him off. The bond was too strong. He needed Henry now; he needed to claim him in the most visceral, undeniable way. The rogues would be here soon, but right now, the only thing that mattered was Henry. "Let me claim you."Before Henry could protest, Xavier yanked him closer, crushing their bodies together. Their kiss was a
The cave was alive with an electric pulse, the walls echoing the frantic beat of our hearts. The distant howls of the rogues still reverberated from beyond, but here, in this moment, nothing else mattered. Xavier’s presence was overwhelming, his scent filling the air—wild, earthy, and intoxicating. It clung to me like a second skin, seeping into my lungs with every breath I took. His body was a furnace against mine, and every brush of his fingertips against my skin felt like fire. I could feel the tension radiating between us, the charge of our bond, so strong that it almost hurt. There was no denying it now. There was no more fight in me—only a raw, burning need that I couldn’t escape, that I didn’t want to escape. Xavier’s amber eyes burned with an intensity that left me breathless. His hands moved with precision, almost as if he were testing the limits of my patience, feeling the way my body reacted to every touch, every whisper. I could feel the heat of his breath against my sk
I could feel the rogues closing in—their howls had intensified, sending a chill down my spine. But it wasn’t the sound of them that had my heart pounding. It was Xavier. The heat of his body, the intensity of his gaze, the way he made everything else fade into nothingness. The world around us felt distant and unimportant compared to the burning tension between us. Every inch of my skin still throbbed with the lingering sensation of his touch. I could feel it even now, the memory of his lips on mine, his hands on my body. He was a force, a storm, and I had no idea how to fight it. My breath came fast and uneven, but it wasn’t the rogues making my pulse race. It was Xavier. “Xavier...” I breathed his name, barely managing to get the words out. My voice sounded rough, desperate. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pull away from him or pull him closer. The heat radiating off him was suffocating, pulling me in, but there was a battle raging inside me—survival against this overwhelming need.
****Henry*****"You killed them all."The words left my lips as barely a whisper, but they carried the weight of everything I’d just witnessed. Blood drenched the forest floor, soaking into the earth like an offering. Bodies of the rogues lay in torn, unrecognizable heaps, a testament to the raw savagery of Xavier’s wolf.And now, standing before me, was not just Xavier. No. This was his wolf—dominant, unyielding, and feral in a way that sent shivers through my body. His dark eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, molten gold swimming with hunger and possessiveness. He looked untamed, dangerous... and devastatingly beautiful.I should’ve run. I should’ve been afraid.But I wasn’t.Instead, my breath hitched as he closed the distance between us in a single stride. The heat radiating off him was overwhelming, making the air around us thick and oppressive. His chest heaved with the effort of restraining himself, but there was no mistaking the tension coiled in his every muscle, ready to
I stared at Xavier, his teeth grazing my neck, every nerve in my body screaming with an intoxicating mix of fear and desire. His words echoed in my mind, staking a claim not just on my body, but on my very soul.“You’re mine, Henry. Always.”I wanted to resist. I wanted to fight against the primal force that was Xavier, but the pull was stronger—magnetic, undeniable. My breath hitched, and I felt the hard line of his body against mine, his dominance pressing down like a weight I couldn’t escape.“Xavier…” I whispered, my voice breaking.He pulled back slightly, his molten gold eyes burning into mine, unrelenting and wild. “Don’t say no, Henry. Don’t fight this.” His voice was a low growl, laced with both anger and a desperate longing that took my breath away.My fingers clenched at his chest, trying to push him away, but it was like trying to move a mountain. He was unmoving, immovable, his strength overwhelming. His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I gasp
Henry“Xavier, stop,” I managed, though my voice trembled, and the words felt hollow even as they left my lips. The pull was too strong, too overwhelming.His grip tightened on my waist, his nails sinking into my skin as if he was already marking me in his own way. “You want this just as much as I do,” he murmured, his voice a deep growl that vibrated through my chest. “You’ve always wanted me. You’ve always been mine, Henry. Don’t fight it. Don’t fight us.”Before I could even respond, he lifted me, his movements swift and sure, and I gasped as he pressed me against the nearest tree. The rough bark scraped against my back, but I didn’t care. Not when Xavier’s body was so close, so intoxicating.His lips found mine again, fierce and demanding, pulling me deeper into him. I couldn’t resist, didn’t want to. His kiss was possessive, like he was staking a claim on every part of me. I felt my body respond, my knees weak, my heart racing. He was taking over, slowly, completely, until there
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