Callista’s POV As I moved closer to the hut, my heart didn’t stop thumping loudly. It’s like performing a solo concert. I could feel the echoes in my chest. “Let’s go in.” I heard Maya’s voice, soothing my trembling body and soul. As I got to the entrance, I whipped my head to the side outside the hut, trying to see if I could get something I could use to attack, if it's probably a rogue or a vampire that resides in the hut. Luckily, I found a wooden plank lying on the side. I picked it up, reached for the creaky wooden door, and pushed it open with the tip of my finger.The door was slightly pushed backward, and the hinges barely made a whisper, as if conspiring with me to make my presence unknown to anyone who might be inside. I peered inside the hut to see if I could catch a glimpse of anyone around. My heart flew off when I saw something on the floor. It was made entirely of woven vines. My eyes fixed on the flat supportive surface when I saw a body lying on its surface, which
Third-person POV_FLASHBACK_“You have just one mission there,” Kieran Logan said to his son, his eyes blazing with fury. “Yes father,” sixteen years old Tristan Logan responded, his eyes fixed on his father, Kieran Logan, the Alpha of the Midnight Mirage pack. “You have to kill him. I want him to die in your hand,” his voice laced with disgust. You would possibly tell from his tone that he had so much hatred towards whoever he had told his son to kill. “Father, I promise to do as you have told me. I am stronger than their Alpha, Damian Ironclaw. We will surely take that title from them.” Tristan smiled and said boastfully as his head bowed in submission to his father. A smile appeared on Kieran’s lips. “I trust you my son,” a wicked smirk appeared at the corner of his lips. “Let’s show them who we are. Let’s take the title of the strongest pack from them!” Kieran growled thunderously in his Alpha voice, shaking the ground they all stood on. He turned to the warriors that were s
Cassius POV~~Back at the Wolfsong Dominion PackA day later, My head held high as I fixed my gaze on the deep blue color of the sky. I watched as it began to transform as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting back a warm golden glow that was fading away gradually. The first twinkling stars appear, peeking behind the tall, towering trees in the woods. It's as if those stars were lighting the way for the moon. Night slowly crept in, descending upon the woods. The distant hooting of owls and night creatures could be heard.I took a deep breath, crossing my legs on the other, and my back rested on the fur-covered couch I was sitting on at the balcony of the alpha’s palace. I took a sip of the coffee on the table beside me, smiling at the thought of how drunk I had been the previous night. At least I felt a bit relieved during those tipsy moments. Even though those overwhelming responsibilities are now messing with my head and thoughts,. “Garret, I need you here. I’m on the balco
Cassius’ POV~~Second day of the conference. We were all sitting down on a fur-covered couch behind a sturdy, rustic table crafted from weathered wood adorned with intricate carvings of wolves, moons, and ancient symbols. The surface of the table was scarred and worn, bearing the marks of countless gatherings. The tables’ legs are shaped like tree trunks. “Let’s observe a minute of silence for the demise of Alpha Damian Ironclaw, Alpha of the Wolfsong Dominion Pack,” a gray-haired old man announced as a hush fell over the conference room, obeying the order of the old man. The man is one of the council of elders of a neighboring pack in our county. He was wearing a large knee-length jacket that was slightly open to reveal his sun-baked, bare chest, loose pants, and combat shoes. A typical dressing for elder wolves. He was seated among the other pack’s elders. The majority of them have lines on their weathered faces that tell the tale of their old ages. I always attend the Annual A
Cassius’ POV “If you want your pack to be at war with the Wolfsong Dominion, to challenge them for the leader of this Annual Alphas' Conference, stand up now or you will forever hold your peace!” The elder declared it with a tone of finality. He crossed his arms around his chest, running his eyes around the conference room for anyone who would accept the challenge. The air around the room cracked with tension; it felt like a suspended moment in eternity as time hit the pause button. Each of them, staring at the other with anticipation and expecting who would stand up among them. My eyes traveled to the Alpha of the Crimson Moon pack, who was standing earlier. He was now seated. I thought he had some balls among them all, and now he is staring like the coward he ever was. Our eyes locked in a moment of silence. A sadistic smirk appeared at the corner of my lips, relishing in his lack of bravery. He darted his eyes away from me as he fiddled with his fingers nervously. “He is such
Warning: Adult Scene DescriptionSelene’s POV~~ “Why do you always talk to me like I am nothing to you anytime he is present?” Garret’s voice carried a bit of disappointment, and his face was etched with gloom. A frown creased my forehead. “Are you seriously saying this?” I scowled softly. “You should treat me the same way you’re treating him.” His voice now reeks of jealousy. “Huh.” My gaze was fixed on him. “It seems you don’t value your life, right?” I gave him a questioning stare. “And what has that gotten to do with my life?” “You know how cruel Cassius can be, right?. Did you want him to know that something is going on between us?” My voice was a bit raised. He was really getting on my nerves this time around. “It’s not that. I just feel jealous of the way you both do and how you get easily irritated with the slightest I do,” he responded, sounding like I was in the wrong. I chuckled. “It's so obvious that you are jealous. You don't have to be because he is my mate, so d
Cassius’ POVI felt like my heart was being squeezed by a cold metal fist and shattering into a million pieces, watching my mate and my beta together in bed. If the sting from a bee was painful, I could say that betrayal from both of them stung sharper than a thousand bees. I wouldn’t say I was expecting this or wasn't. I don’t really know how I am feeling right now. Betrayed and broken. These were people that had an argument before I left for the conference, and Selene said Garret was annoying and she didn't want to get stuck with him. Was all that a facade? Why wasn’t I aware that something like this was going on under my nose?Garret wore his clothes and was about to run out when his movement caught my attention. “Don’t you dare!” I scowled defiantly in my Alpha voice, almost half shifting into my wolf, but I controlled it because that was the least I would want right now. I can’t let Chase break loose. He suddenly stopped in his tracks because he knew what might happen if he
Cassius’ POV I ran back to the pack at midnight. Chase was dirty, tired, and broken. And so was I. I shifted back and sat in the living room, looking like a piece of sh*t. I had thought the run would make me forget about everything, but it still plagued my mind like a fox’s eerie call in the dead of night. I need to get this constant hitch off my head. I can’t let it mess with my mental state. “I need you at the Alpha’s palace with immediate effect,” I bellowed through the mindlink. It all seemed like misery to me right now. Imogen’s death seemed suspicious, but I have never thought about it. I still need to hear from Enforcer Azura herself since she confirmed that Callista served her. `A few moments later, she came running into the Alpha’s palace. She wobbled on her knees as soon as she caught sight of me in the living room. “Here I am, my Alpha,” her gaze fixed on the floor. Enforcer Azura is a middle-aged woman. She has big blue eyes and dark, wavy hair, which is always down
Cassius POV Callista's words hung heavy in the air, thick and suffocating. My daughter, Jessica, the little firecracker with eyes that mirrored the summer sky, was mine. A pup I hadn't known existed, a piece of me ripped away and hidden for years.Anger, hot and burning, threatened to consume me. How could she keep this from me? All those nights spent yearning for a family and a connection, and she'd had it all along. The years of longing and the emptiness that gnawed at me—a constant reminder of the love I'd lost—were all a lie? I clenched and unclenched my fists, the urge to roar ripping through me. But the sight of Jessica, oblivious to the storm brewing within me, choked the sound back. Her innocent smile, so full of trust, held me captive. My anger simmered, a low growl escaping my throat.Callista flinched, her eyes pleading for understanding. But understanding is a distant speck on the horizon right now. All I saw was the betrayal and the years stolen from me. I know I caused
Callista’s POV"Cassius... " His name escaped my lips like a sweet moan, making him groan in response. I gasped after I realized my action, and a blush crept up my face. "I... didn't mean... to... umm," but before I could finish my statement, he grabbed me by the waist and his gaze darkened. "Say it." His voice came out in a husky manner, making my bodily hair stand out. A weird sensation made me rub my tights together as the warmth spread. "Say it." He urged me again, making me feel a little hesitant. He looked totally different from how he was a few minutes ago. I felt our bodies collide after he pulled me closer and nibbled on my collar bone in a seductive manner. "Say my name once more." He smirked, and before I could react, he slammed his lips against mine a little roughly and lifted me up at the same time. Before I could comprehend what was going on, I was already on the bed with his weight resting on me, but his lips never parted from mine. A moan escaped my lips, but that di
Callista’s POVHe rushed forward, his embrace almost choking the air out of me. The familiar scent of pine and woodsmoke surrounded me, a scent that had watched out for me during the just-concluded battle; maybe it was then that the connection surged back. I couldn't say, but it felt good to be back home and to be in his arms again.He pulled away, his gaze still locked on mine. But then, his eyes traveled past me and landed on Jessica. The smile on his face dissipated, replaced by a frown etched with confusion.His brow furrowed at her as if trying to understand something. "Who is this?" he asked, his voice low and gruff. “And he?” he gestured towards Shaman Magnus.My heart pounded against my chest. This was it. The moment of truth. Taking a deep breath, I kneeled before Jessica, her innocent face beaming up at me and her blue eyes radiating energy. "Jessica," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "This is your father, Cassius, Alpha of the Wolf Song Dominion Pack, whom you hav
Callista’s POVAs the pack slowly dispersed, the weight of the moment finally settled on my shoulders. Leaving wasn't just about duty or forging a new path; it was about confronting the past, about mending the fractured bond with Tristan and Cassius. Taking a deep breath, I approached him. The air crackled with unspoken emotions—a tangible tension that stretched between us. "Tristan," I began, my voice barely above a whisper.He met my gaze, his blue eyes searching mine. "Callista," he replied, his voice rough with emotion. “I am sorry.” His tone was low and soft. I gave him a small smile. “We can’t duel in the past; I have forgiven you wholeheartedly,” I responded as a matter of fact. “I shouldn’t have broken the bond back then,” he said with a regret-filled voice. “It's fine. I just hope you understand the path I have chosen and my decision,” my voice carrying a newfound strength.“Callista,” I heard Lily calling from behind, which made me whip my head in the direction of her vo
Callista’s POVTristan stood before me, the shackles gone but the weight of his imprisonment still etched on his face. A tense silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the movement and murmurs of my pack members.The decision clawed at me, a battle between duty and a yearning I couldn't quite define. Taking a deep breath, I addressed my assembled pack members, their faces a sea of curiosity and unease.The murmurs of my pack rose in the tense silence, a hint of disapproval and confusion. I could feel Andrian's gaze burning into me, my beta and closest confidante. Would he understand this unexpected turn of events? Could he see, as I did, the flicker of a man yearning for redemption amidst the ruins of his past?"We have a prisoner of vengeance no more," I announced, my voice ringing with authority. The word tasted like ashes in my mouth. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, a wave of shock that mirrored my own turmoil. "Tristan will no longer be held captive within our wa
Callista’s POV “Mommy!" Jessica’s arms wrapped tightly around my waist, burying her face in my stomach. Relief washed over me, bittersweet and sharp. "Where did you go? Aunt Lily said you left to kill big bad wolves!" I chuckled, the sound raspy. "Not exactly, sweetheart. I went to help Alpha Cassius and his pack. They needed a little… assistance." Jessica tilted her head back, peering up at me with wide, worried eyes. The resemblance to Cassius, with her sharp jaw and frame, was uncanny. But her eyes—those held a warmth Cassius never possessed, but of mine. "Did you get hurt, Mommy?" Her tiny hand reached up to touch a bruise blooming on my arm. Guilt gnawed at me. Leaving Jessica, even for a war I couldn't ignore, felt like a betrayal. "Just a few scratches, honey bee. Nothing a good night's sleep won't fix." I kneeled before her, forcing a smile. Jessica’s concern was a stark reminder of the responsibility I bore—to her, to my pack, and yes, even to Cassius, her father. But un
Cassius’ POV“Alpha, they are subduing us at the south border!" A fear-painted link echoed through my head, a glaring contrast to the ringing silence that had just descended on the clearing. Callista flinched beside me, her eyes wide with alarm. Pain flared in my shoulder, a throbbing reminder of the fight, but it was nothing compared to the sudden surge of fear that just coursed through me. "Shit! Let's go to the south border!" I roared the command, adrenaline masking the ache in my body. I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the way the world tilted for a moment.Callista was already moving; a black, brown, and white hybrid was disappearing into the trees. I pushed myself after her, pushing through the pain and the fear of a hot coal in my gut. We raced through the undergrowth, the pounding of paws echoing through the forest floor.As we broke through the trees and twigs, the scene that greeted us was one of chaos and goriness. Our warriors, outnumbered and caught off guard, were being
Cassius’ POV“What spell?” I raised a quizzical brow. “Watch out for it. Let’s move now!” She ran off towards the woods while the remaining warriors ran after her without answering my questions.As the pouncing from the woods became heavier and nearer, a realization dawned on me about what she said. Most of the packs in the North are joining forces against us. This is going to be a long night. “Shit!” I yelled and ran after her. We came to a halt when we caught sight of two groups of enemies pouncing forward in our direction. “These are two packs here,” I said immediately as I caught up with her. “Yeah, maybe they split up,” she nodded. “Attack!” she growled loudly as the earth trembled beneath our feet. The air crackles with anticipation, and the scent of fur thickens in my nostrils. The full moon hangs like a giant, watchful eye in the sky, casting the battlefield in an eerie silver light. Howls erupt from both sides. A scream of rage reverberates across the forest.Callista s
Callista’s POV The news of my arrival sparked a fire in the entire pack. Nervousness hung heavy in the air, but it was mixed with fierce determination. Young and old warriors gathered on the training ground, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit.I felt anger brewing up in me when Cassius’ gamma told me he asked me to come into his office. I had planned on how to trash him with words, but as I got in, his gaze made those thoughts fly away. A part of me craves him, and another part is pushing me away, but whichever part it is, I don’t think I would listen to anyone if it were. I just have to go ahead with what I came here to do and push those feelings aside. We can’t be on the battleground with emotions flying around. It would make either of us lose concentration. A frustrated groan escaped my lips. Had I traveled all this way, defying logic and reason, just to be on the receiving end of his teasing and flirtation? “I can do anything I want; this isn’t the Callista from years ago