In the mysterious town of Raven's Peak, Asher Nightshade, a brooding and secretive werewolf, lives a solitary life. His world is turned upside down when Ember Wellesley, a free-spirited artist, arrives in town. Despite the danger, they're drawn to each other, and their forbidden love blossoms under the light of the full moon. As their relationship deepens, Asher's werewolf pack and a rogue pack led by the vengeful Julian St. Clair threaten to tear them apart. Ember must confront her own dark past and the secrets surrounding Asher's world. With the full moon rising, Asher must choose between his love for Ember and his loyalty to his pack. This is a still a work in progress so the plot can change as I continue writing.
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THREE YEARS AGO. Growing up in Raven’s Peak has been nothing but torture to me, everywhere I go I hear snickers and gossips in the air, the Moon Clan has heard the stories about my father and his affection for humans—and it is believed that I am a seed of such affection hence the delay in my ability to transform into a wolf. I have been the subject of curiosity and fascination among the Pack. Kids were warned against associating themselves with me, daughters told not to fall in love with me, it is believed I bring nothing but bad luck to the clan. I am viewed as a disease among the bloodline. My only source of strength is the love and support my father, Thane Nightshade and my best friend, Ethan Moore showed to me on a daily basis. My father has been the Alpha for as long as I can remember, everything started to go downhill the day he decided to have an affair with a human, plots were made to remove him from his position, banish him from the clan but my father still had the support of some few elders who believed in his vision—but that is about to change today! “Everyone’s waiting for you, Asher” Ethan says, as he gently opens the door to my room behind me. “I’ll be out in a minute” I respond , taking a deep breath. I am still sprawled on the bed, unable to gather the strength to even stand up. “You need to get up man” Ethan cajoles, “the sooner you get there, the sooner everything will be fine” “I am already dressed up,” I tell him. “Fine, I will help with the tie” He walks over to the bed and pulls me up, “What do you think the verdict will be” Ethan asks, as he helps me with my tie. “I don’t know, and honestly? Whatever it is, I believe it will be for a good cause” I answer,trying to remain as calm as possible. “Whatever happens Asher, just know we are in this together” Ethan says with a reassuring smile on his face. I nod in agreement and we made our way into the Moon Room where a small crowd was seated facing the Alpha's chair. “Let us begin,” one of the elders of the pack says. From the look on his face, he clearly doesn’t like me and I do not like him either. “I know you all are wondering why I’m taking the Alpha seat today, I’ll be in charge of the proceedings today because the fate of whom we are to decide is the son of the alpha, to ensure a fair and unbiased verdict, I Akira will pass the judgement” I feel a sense of fear and uncertainty about having someone pass judgement on my life who isn’t family. I looked over to my father and he looked at me back with concern in his eyes but he tried to hide it from me, just so he could make me feel better about the whole situation. There was a brief silence hovering around almost as if the elders were all in agreement. My father walked up to me and we both went to the center of the room. “You may proceed, Akira,” my father says. “We are gathered here today to ascertain the consequences of a father's sins that have had a significant impact on the son's life. Thane Nightshade you have been accused of treachery against your clan and species, you’ve been accused of taking a human to bed and bearing a human child amongst us. How do you plead?” “I stand in front of you today not as a perfect person, alpha and certainly not as a perfect father” my father starts to speak, his voice cracking. Anger surges through me, how can his voice crack? He is the most ruthless alpha I have known and ever heard about so how can a group of people make him crack? I clench my jaw together but I don’t say anything. “I am guilty of a lot of things, but I am most definitely not a traitor to my kind. Everything I’ve done has been for the survival of our species. I’ve fought, bled, killed and gave up my whole existence for this clan. But is this the best way you can appreciate me? By making me take a stand with my son on the exact spot where criminals and rogue wolves are sentenced to death or sent into exile. Judge me all you can, but please keep my son out of this” “You're not on trial for your service and leadership in ensuring the survival of our species. You've been accused of bedding a human and bearing a seed who lived amongst us for years. You've broken our sacred law. And that demands that you relinquish your position or you banish the half human” Lucas Darkfire yells out “You would like that, wouldn't you? You've always had an eye for my position” my father fires back. “Enough! Both of you” Akira yells out, “ The atmosphere is already hostile, don't make it worse. We are here to find solutions not to cause more harm. Thane, I'll ask you one more time. What do you have to say about the accusations you've been faced with?” Akira asked with conviction. “Before I start, I would like to make it clear to everyone in the Moon Room about how absurd it is to punish my son for something he didn't ask to be a part of. And I wish to remind you all why you chose me to lead the Pack. I have been the best warrior this Pack has seen in centuries, I have won countless battles for the survival of our species, like I said I have bled, I have taken lives….. I gave up..” “Dad” I immediately cut him off, my gaze darkening with each passing moment, “you do not need to explain anything to any one of them” my voice is laced with sarcasm and mockery, my eye devoid of any kind of emotions, “what do you expect from the same people who eye your position and want it for themselves?” “Asher!!!” Akira bellows, “do not forget yourself and remember you are under trial” I scoff, my eyes traveling around the room. “You are all scared that one day I will become your worst nightmare and that’s why you want to sentence me right?” “Asher” Ethan calls out but I ignore him. “Aside my father and I, none of you are worthy to take his place because you will be wiped out before you can even say your name” Did they think I would come unprepared? That I will let weak omegas and betas like them make a decision on my life? “You don’t have to do this now, Asher” father whispers into my ear but I smirk.. hard. I start taking slow steps towards Akira and as soon as I come to a halt in front of him, I roll up my sleeves, showing him the mark on my forearms. Everyone’s face opens wide, none of them expected this. Even father and Ethan. Actually this appeared last night and I know what It means, everyone knows what it means. “How… ? Akira’s words hang in his mouth. “After my father, I am the next alpha of this pack. Do you still dare to convict me for a sin I know nothing about?” Everyone looks surprised and I am glad, this was my plan to take all of them by surprise and show them that even though I am half human, I am more than any of them joined together. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Fathers asks. “Kill him!!!” Lucas Darkfire yells out but before he can make a move, I grab him by the neck and fling him across the wall, my claws leaving marks on his body. ****** A knock on the door jolts me out of my thoughts and I look up to see Manny, My right hand man and beta. “Alpha” he bows lightly, “the pack healer is here to see you” “I will be with her in a jiffy” “Okay” he bows again and makes his way out of the room while my mind drifts off to what happened three years ago. Due to that fight, I lost my best friend and my father that day and I made sure that every single one of them who had gathered together to convict me, suffered my wrath. I took over the pack three years ago and the only thing I have heard people call me in secret is the devil. Standing up, I pick up my phone and walk out of the study towards the living room. This is no time for sentiments, I need to work hard to break the curse that the moon goddess had laid on me due to the massacre three years ago.POV: Asher Nightshade.The mountain swallowed us whole.The moment Akira and I stepped toward the paths, the ground trembled and split us apart—not with violence, but inevitability. One blink, and she was gone. No scream. No flash of light. Just... gone.The path before me shimmered, a corridor of jagged stone and whispering dark. I stepped forward.THE TRIAL.The world bent around me. I walked through memory, not earth—rooms from my childhood flickered past, voices echoing. I think the face that flickered belonged to my mother. She sat on my bed singing me soft lullaby. My father’s command. Blood on snow. Flames rising from a burning village.I walked through all of it.Through the faces I failed.Through the moment I turned away when I should’ve stood tall.Through the weight of every name etched into my bones.I thought I was ready.I wasn’t.But I didn’t stop.Because Akira wouldn’t stop either.THE RETURN.I don’t remember leaving the mountain.One moment I was stepping through a
**Aiden’s Pov**The fire is low, just embers in the grate. AIDEN sits at his desk, hunched forward, staring into the dark rim of his wine glass. The dagger lies on the table, untouched but present—like a word unsaid.The door opens hard.**MYRRA (O.S.)** “She’s gone.”Aiden looks up slowly. **MYRRA** stands in the doorway, soaked from rain, hair plastered to her forehead, breath short.**AIDEN** “Who?”**MYRRA** “Ember.”Silence hangs in the room. Aiden doesn’t move.**MYRRA** “She escaped an hour before the shift change. Two guards dead. One missing. No sign of struggle in the cell. Just… empty.”Aiden finally rises, smooth and quiet. He walks to the window, pulling aside the curtain. Rain streaks down the glass. He speaks without turning.**AIDEN** “Did she say anything?”**MYRRA** “Left a mark on the wall. Her name. That’s all.”Aiden closes his eyes. A long breath in. Then out.**MYRRA (softly)** “This will reach Asher and Julian.”**AIDEN** “Good.”Myrra blinks, a
*POV: Asher Nightshade* The tunnel narrowed until we had to move single file, shoulders brushing damp, living stone. The air grew colder with each step — thin, sharp, unnatural. I caught the shift before I saw it: the faint shimmer, like heat waves, stretching across the passage ahead. Akira grabbed my arm without warning. "Stop." Her voice was low but commanding. I froze. A few steps ahead, figures were forming out of the mist — familiar faces. Dead faces. Wolves I had failed. Friends who had bled out on battlefields long since claimed by dust. They weren’t real. But gods, they looked it. One of them, a boy with silver hair and sunken eyes, stepped forward. His mouth moved, but the voice that came out was wrong — hollow, rasping. "You left us behind, Asher." Another figure, a woman with a crushed throat, pointed at Akira. "And you, little witch—you abandoned the old ways." I flexed my hands, trying to ground myself. The dagger at my hip felt heavier, almost pulling m
Asher’s POV.The sky was barely starting to gray with morning when I saddled the black mare. My hands moved automatically — tightening straps, checking the blade strapped to my belt, the satchel of supplies slung over my shoulder.I didn’t want a crowd. No goodbyes. No speeches.Just the road and the promise I'd made.Footsteps crunched behind me, deliberate. I didn’t have to turn to know it was Akira.“You really thought you could leave without me?” she said, voice cool.I tightened the last strap before answering. "This isn’t a hunt," I said. "It’s a death march.""And?"I finally turned. She stood there, arms crossed, her jacket half-buttoned, sword slung over her back. She looked fierce. Determined. Tired."Akira," I said low, "this isn’t your burden.""You’re wrong," she snapped. "It’s all of ours."Her gaze softened a fraction. "You think saving Julian means saving Raven’s Peak. It does. But saving you... means saving it too."The words hit deeper than I wanted them to.I looked
NEUTRAL POV.The courtyard of the Big House buzzed with low murmurs and shifting feet. The air was thick with smoke and dust from the fires still smoldering beyond the walls. Asher stood at the center, arms crossed over his chest, feeling the weight of a pack trying to heal — and the cracks left behind by betrayal.Humans and wolves alike had gathered: warriors with bandaged arms, healers with tired eyes, even some of the townspeople who had refused to flee when the blood moon rose.Akira was the first to step forward, wiping her soot-streaked hands on her trousers."We've cleared the eastern fields," she reported, voice steady. "The livestock's been accounted for. No major losses there.""And the wounded?" Asher asked, his voice carrying over the crowd."Recovering," she said. "Some might not shift for a while. The magic in the blood moon... it lingers."He nodded grimly. "And the repairs?""We're working on it," another called from the crowd — a human man Asher recognized as Luck, o
ASHER’S POV*Flashback*There was blood everywhere—on Julian’s shirt, on my hands, smeared across the cold stone floor. He was still breathing, barely. Short, ragged gasps. His eyes kept fluttering, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stay awake or not.“He’s burning up,” I said, pressing harder against the wound.“I know,” Vivianne snapped. “Move.”I stepped aside, letting her fall to her knees beside him. Her hands were already glowing with that quiet, old magic she never flaunted, just used. Her fingers went straight to his chest, her face a mask of control even as her lip trembled.“It was Aiden,” I said. “The dagger was poisoned. He knew what he was doing.”Vivianne didn’t respond.She just leaned over Julian, whispering under her breath—not spells, just… words. A mother talking to her son like she could keep him here with the sound of her voice alone.“You’re not done yet, Julian,” she murmured. “Don’t you dare be done.”He groaned faintly. Barely there.I looked down at him—thi
**NEUTRAL POV** The courtyard ran red. Bodies shifted in and out of fur—wolves in full transformation, claws flashing, teeth tearing, roars and growls blurring with human screams. The scent of iron and ash choked the air. Above them, the blood moon burned like a watching god. Asher moved like a storm through the wreckage of his home. He took down two of them in a single motion—black-furred wolves lunging from opposite ends. His claws ripped across a flank, his jaws crushed a throat. He didn’t recognize the faces until they shifted mid-collapse. Young. Too young. Julian’s wolves. Trained. Fast. Loyal. And now dead. *Damn you, Julian. You made this a war.* A third came at him—larger, silver-eyed, too fast for his claws. Asher was slammed into the side wall, ribs cracking against stone. He growled, shoved off the wall, and leapt, transforming mid-air. Wolf into man again, using the shift for speed. He landed hard, fists swinging. The wolf fell. And then— Julian s
**Scene: Neutral Pov**The wind had changed again. Asher stood at the top of the south tower, his hands gripping the stone ledge as dusk slipped into night. The valley stretched beneath him—black pine, steep rock, and the river that once fed the mountain like a vein. But there was something wrong with the air. It felt… emptied. He closed his eyes, tilted his head, and listened. Silence. Too much of it. No boots crunching on gravel. No low voices from the patrols. Even the usual call-and-response of the perimeter guards was missing. A flash of heat licked down his spine. He turned sharply, cloak sweeping behind him, and descended the stairs with controlled urgency. The great hall echoed as he entered—too still, too hollow. The hearth still burned, but no one stood watch. No attendant waiting in the shadows to offer updates. Not even the steward. His steps quickened as he made his way down the east corridor toward the barracks. The doors stood slightly ajar. No guards flanked th
**Scene: Neutral Pov The War Room – Night Before the Blood Moon**The hall was quieter than usual.Not because it was empty—it was far from it. The warriors of Julian’s side had gathered, shoulder to shoulder, boots muddy, cloaks damp from the mist outside. But no one spoke above a murmur. The kind of quiet that meant everyone was listening.Julian stood at the front of the old stone room, one hand resting on the edge of the long table, fingers curled into the wood like it might steady him.To his left stood his mother, **Vivianne**—still and regal, her presence commanding even in silence. And just behind them, a little off-center, **Aiden**, his uncle. Stoic. Watching everything.Julian cleared his throat, trying to ease the dryness that had crept in during the long walk up the mountain. His voice was steady, but softer than most expected when he spoke.“I’m not here to promise we’ll all come back the same,” he began. “I won’t insult you by pretending this isn’t dangerous. Or complic
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