The tension was palpable as Nicola and the others gathered in the clearing, the triplets flanking her like unyielding sentinels. The rogue howl had ignited the pack into a frenzy of preparation, warriors and scouts alike springing into action.Cedric, standing tall with his people assembled behind him, exuded an air of quiet authority. His golden eyes met Nicola’s briefly, a wordless understanding passing between them.“Remember what I showed you,” he murmured as he passed her. “Trust your instincts.”Nicola nodded, her heart pounding as adrenaline surged through her veins.The forest was alive with sound - the rustle of leaves as wolves took their positions, the soft growls of anticipation, the distant crack of twigs underfoot. Nicola closed her eyes, reaching for the connection Cedric had taught her to find.She felt it almost immediately: the pulse of the forest, the vibrations of movement. The rogues were close.“They’re coming from the north and east,” Nicola said, her voice stea
The aftermath of the battle had left the pack in a state of both relief and unease. Though they had emerged victorious, the mystery of the rogues' coordination loomed heavily. The captives would be interrogated soon, but for now, the pack was gathering itself, stitching wounds both physical and emotional.Nicola, seated with the triplets in the pack house dining room, absently toyed with the edge of a napkin. Her mind was racing, still buzzing with the raw energy of the fight. The triplets’ calm presence grounded her, their reassuring smiles and occasional brushes of their hands against hers a soothing reminder of her support system.Alpha Marcus entered the room, his broad shoulders heavy with the weight of leadership. Behind him came Cedric, his golden eyes scanning the room with a mix of purpose and warmth. Clara followed closely, her expression a blend of curiosity and determination.“Join me in the meeting room,” Marcus said, his voice steady but commanding. “We have matters to d
The pack house was buzzing with excitement as preparations for Clara and Cedric’s mating ceremony began in earnest. After weeks of battles, tension, and revelations, the prospect of a joyous occasion brought a much-needed sense of normality to the pack. Nicola was eager to help her mother with the planning, not just to support her, but to immerse herself in something celebratory for a change.Nicola sat cross-legged on the floor of her suite’s living room, surrounded by a mess of papers, fabric samples, and floral arrangements. Clara leaned over the dining table nearby, jotting down notes with the precision of someone who wanted everything to be perfect.“I didn’t realize there were so many decisions for a ceremony,” Nicola said, holding up two fabric swatches. “Cream or ivory for the table runners?”Clara looked up, her eyes scanning the options. “Ivory. Cream is too yellow under the evening lights.”Nicola chuckled. “Noted. Anything else? Matching napkins, perhaps?”Clara threw her
The next morning, Nicola woke up to the sound of soft knocking on her door. Stretching lazily, she opened her eyes to find Clara peeking in, her smile warm and eager.“Good morning, sweetheart,” Clara said. “I thought today might be a good day to pick out my dress for the mating ceremony. Want to come with me?”Nicola sat up, rubbing her eyes as a grin spread across her face. “Of course! Let me grab a quick shower.”“Take your time,” Clara said, stepping back into the hallway. “I’ll be downstairs.”By mid-morning, Nicola and Clara were on their way to the pack’s boutique, a cozy shop run by one of the more creative members of the pack. The boutique was nestled in a quiet part of the village, its exterior adorned with ivy and flowering vines. The warm sunlight filtering through the trees made the outing feel almost magical, a much-needed escape from the recent tension.As they stepped inside, they were greeted by Agnes, the shop’s owner, a sprightly woman with silver-streaked hair and
Preparations for Clara and Cedric’s mating ceremony were in full swing, and the pack buzzed with a sense of joyful anticipation. Nicola found herself swept up in the whirlwind of activity, her days packed with tasks ranging from helping her mother finalize guest lists to overseeing the decoration of the ceremony grounds. Yet amid the bustle, a subtle undercurrent of unease lingered, a reminder of the battles fought and the questions still unanswered.Nicola was seated in the pack’s large dining hall with her mates, nursing a cup of coffee as the morning light streamed through the windows. The triplets had insisted on accompanying her to breakfast, despite her protests that they had other responsibilities.“So,” Dylan said around a mouthful of pancakes, “what’s the plan for today, Nic? More floral arrangements? Dress fittings? Trying to keep Cedric from freaking out about something minor?”Nicola smirked, taking a sip of her coffee. “Funny you should mention Cedric. He actually asked m
Nicola tightened the laces of her boots, her movements swift and precise. The faint howl still echoed in her mind, its mournful tone laced with an undeniable edge of malice.Not tonight. Not before the ceremony.She stormed down the hall to the triplets’ quarters, her determination overriding any hesitation. The door creaked open, revealing the room’s dimly lit interior. Dylan and Dean sprawled on their respective beds, while Damien sat by the window, a book in hand.“What’s wrong?” Damien asked instantly, his keen eyes locking on her.“We’ve got company,” Nicola replied curtly. “Something’s out there.”That was all it took. In seconds, Dylan and Dean were on their feet, alert and ready.“You sure it wasn’t just some lone wolf passing through?” Dylan asked, grabbing his jacket.“I’m sure,” Nicola snapped. “It wasn’t one of ours, and it wasn’t harmless. I’m not taking chances tonight.”Damien exchanged a glance with his brothers before nodding. “Let’s go.”The four of them moved silent
Nicola’s heart still pounded from the battle as she, the triplets, and Cedric made their way to the Alpha’s residence. The adrenaline coursing through her veins refused to settle, her mind racing with strategies and concerns.The moonlight bathed the pack house in a ghostly glow, the night's stillness a stark contrast to the chaos they had just endured. As they approached the Alpha’s door, Nicola’s resolve hardened. Tonight was a warning; tomorrow, it could be war.Alpha Marcus was already awake when they arrived, his imposing frame silhouetted against the dim light of his office. He stood at the large window, his arms crossed as he surveyed the forest beyond. The tension in the room was palpable, his usual calm replaced with a grim determination.“Alpha,” Cedric began, stepping forward, “we’ve taken care of the immediate threat, but there’s more to this.”Marcus turned to face them, his piercing gaze sweeping over the group. “What happened?”Nicola stepped forward, her voice steady.
The creature emerged from the darkness like a nightmare given form. Its hulking frame glistened with rain and sweat, its blood-red eyes glowing with malevolent intelligence. It was no ordinary rogue; it was something far more dangerous. Nicola could feel its energy, dark and consuming, spreading through the clearing like poison.Everyone hold your positions, she commanded through the mind-link, her voice sharp and steady despite the storm of fear swirling inside her.The triplets flanked her, their own wolves snarling in readiness. Cedric and his people arrived moments later, their forms shifting into powerful wolves as they joined the growing line of defenders.“What is that thing?” Lucas’s voice cut through the mental link, his wolf pacing just behind Nicola.“I don’t know,” Nicola admitted, her golden eyes locked on the beast. “But it’s not just a rogue.”The creature let out a deafening roar that shook the ground beneath them. With terrifying speed, it charged.Nicola leapt first,
The ruins of the Order’s stronghold still smoldered, filling the air with the acrid scent of burnt stone, ash, and old magic. Nicola stood at the edge of the destruction, staring into the wreckage with a sinking feeling in her stomach. The once-imposing fortress was reduced to jagged remains, blackened by fire and laced with deep cracks from the violent collapse.The triplets flanked her, their expressions grim as they surveyed the devastation."Do you think anyone made it out?" Dylan asked, his voice low."Unlikely," Damien muttered, kicking a loose stone from his path as they moved closer. "We barely made it out.Dean exhaled sharply, scanning the ruins with wary eyes. "We should check anyway. Someone might have survived."Nicola nodded, though she wasn’t sure what she was hoping to find. The Order had been both an enemy and an ally in the past weeks. She still hadn’t fully decided whether they could be trusted. Now, it seemed that choice had been made for her.The group carefully s
The ruins still smoldered behind them, the scent of burned stone and magic thick in the air. Nicola’s pulse pounded as she faced Elias, his golden eyes reflecting the flickering embers of the destruction they had barely escaped." This didn’t start with me. " His words echoed in her mind, unraveling everything she thought she knew.She tightened her grip on the worn leather of her father’s book. The triplets stood close, their presence grounding her, but nothing could prepare her for the weight of the truth she was about to hear.Elias took a slow step forward, his movements deliberate. “You’ve been asking the wrong questions, Nicola. This isn’t just about the Order, or Marla, or the altars.”His gaze pinned her in place.“It’s about you.”The air felt too thin.Nicola forced herself to speak. “What do you mean?”Elias exhaled, his eyes flickering to the triplets before settling back on her. “This didn’t begin with me, my son or grandson.”Dean’s jaw tightened. “Then where does it be
The dust still lingered in the air, thick and suffocating, as Nicola stood on the uneven ground outside the collapsed tomb. The night was eerily quiet, as if the world itself was holding its breath.Elias was free.And he wasn’t running. He waited.Nicola’s heart pounded in her chest, the weight of everything they had just uncovered pressing against her ribs. The triplets flanked her, their postures tense, their eyes locked on the man who had once been nothing more than a name in a forgotten book.Now, he was standing in front of them - alive, breathing, and entirely too calm.Dylan was the first to break the silence.“You should be dead,” he growled, his voice edged with restrained fury. “You were supposed to be...”Elias tilted his head slightly, studying him with an almost amused expression. “Supposed to be what?” he murmured. “A ghost? A warning? A lesson in a book?”His golden eyes flicked to Nicola.“No,” he said, as if answering a question she hadn’t even asked. “I was suppose
The first chain snapped.The sound ripped through the underground chamber, deep and unnatural, like the snarl of a beast awakening after centuries of restless sleep.Nicola's breath hitched as the vibrations from the broken links rippled through the stone floor, unsettling the dust that had settled over the tomb for generations. The triplets reacted instantly - Dean and Damien stepping in front of her, Dylan pulling her back by instinct.But it was too late.Another snap.And another.The chains, thick as an iron-forged prison, began to unravel, each link breaking apart as if an unseen force was unbinding them.The inscriptions on the sarcophagus pulsed, the word "Condemned" flickering between visibility and something far darker.Then the whispers began.Low at first. Crawling through the cavern like a rising tide, seeping into the cracks between the stones, the edges of Nicola's mind.Words she couldn't understand.But felt.Felt like a storm gathering on the horizon.Like a prophecy
The silence was suffocating.Dust still hung in the air, swirling in the dim torchlight like restless spirits. The collapse above had sealed them inside the hidden chamber, trapping them in a tomb of ancient stone.But it wasn’t the darkness that unsettled Nicola.It was the altar.Half-buried beneath rubble, carved from black obsidian, and marked with a name that shouldn’t have existed anymore.Elias.The name whispered through the chamber, even though no one had spoken it aloud. A name that carried weight, history, power - the root of everything that had led them here.Nicola swallowed, taking a slow step forward. The triplets stood close behind her, their eyes scanning the ruins, their bodies tense.“This place…” Dylan’s voice was low, cautious. “It wasn’t on the Order’s maps.”“No,” Nicola murmured, her fingers brushing against the rough surface of the altar. The stone was cold - not in the way stone should be, but in a way that made her fingers feel numb as soon as they touched i
The darkness didn’t disappear.Even as the necklace shattered in Nicola’s hands, even as Marla’s scream echoed through the Archives, the shadows remained.And then - they moved.Like something alive.A suffocating force pressed against Nicola’s chest as she stumbled back, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. The triplets were near, but she barely registered them. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as if the very walls were closing in.But Marla wasn’t fleeing.She was laughing.A sound that sent a deep, primal unease skittering up Nicola’s spine."You think this was a victory?” Marla’s voice was sharp, raw, filled with something unhinged. “You think breaking the link would stop me?"Nicola’s pulse thundered. The shattered remains of the necklace lay at her feet, but instead of diminishing, the shadows were growing.Something wasn’t right.She severed the link. She cut off Marla’s hold.Then why did it feel like they had just made everything worse?The shadows surged.Not tow
The hallway outside the council chamber felt colder than before, as if the very walls carried the weight of her decision. The torches flickered against the dark stone, but they did nothing to push away the looming dread curling in Nicola’s chest.She had time until sunrise.Until then, she had to decide:Bind herself to the Order to sever the link with Marla… or walk away and risk staying in her enemy’s grasp.But as much as she hated the idea of becoming part of the very institution that had manipulated her bloodline, she knew one thing:Marla wasn’t going to wait for her decision.The triplets walked in tense silence beside her. Their bond was full of unspoken words, emotions tangled in frustration, protectiveness, and something dangerously close to fear.Nicola barely noticed when they reached the room the Order had given them for the night. The door slammed shut behind them, and the moment it did, Dean turned on her.“You can’t do this,” he said, his voice sharp, eyes blazing.Dyl
The ride to the Order’s stronghold was silent. Tension coiled in Nicola’s chest, pressing against her ribs like an iron vice. She sat in the backseat between Damien and Dean, their bodies warm at her sides, but it did nothing to stop the cold weight of uncertainty pressing down on her.Dylan drove, his hands gripping the wheel tighter than necessary. No one spoke. Not even through the mate bond.Marcus had refused to accompany them. "This is your battle to fight," he had said. But Nicola had seen it in his eyes - the weight of the past, the knowledge that returning to the Order meant stepping into a world of secrets, manipulations, and carefully spun webs of power.Nicola exhaled sharply, her fingers grazing the necklace resting against her collarbone. The very object that had linked her to Marla. The very thing that might be her downfall.When the Order’s fortress finally came into view, her stomach twisted.It looked exactly how she remembered - cold, imposing, filled with ghosts of
Marcus’s office was heavy with silence, the air thick with unspoken thoughts. Nicola sat at his desk, her fingers pressed against the worn cover of her father’s book. The triplets stood close, their presence grounding her, yet doing little to ease the storm brewing inside her mind.Marla had orchestrated this from the very beginning. Every step they had taken, every discovery they had made - it had all been within her plans."You were never in control."Her last message burned in Nicola’s mind. A challenge. A taunt.Or worse - a truth.Marcus paced behind his desk, his sharp gaze fixed on the rune that Nicola had traced in her father’s book.“If this was just a threat,” Damien began, arms crossed tightly over his chest, “she wouldn’t have needed the rune. A threat is a statement. This - this was something more.”“She’s been watching us,” Dylan said, his voice grim. “That rune wasn’t just a warning - it was a tracker.”Nicola clenched her jaw. “But why? If she was already playing us, w