(Seraphina)I wasn’t sure how I expected Iris to react, but I was surprised. I had wanted to catch her off guard, and I did that. But she didn’t panic after hearing my question. She avoided my eyes and shrugged. “I have no idea how, I was just desperate,” she answered vaguely. I studied her, but decided not to press further. She had been through enough. “Alright,” I said softly, and left her to rest. When I got back to his room, he was sulking again. Ever since the invitation to the big pack meeting, he had been moodier than ever, brooding in silence and refusing to leave his quarters for reasons unknown. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, determined to get through to him this time. He was sitting by the window, staring out into the distance, lost in thought. The shadows played across his face, highlighting the lines of worry and sorrow etched into his features. “It has to be about the girl, Iris,” I thought to myself, feeling a familiar pang of jealousy. He had never talk
(Iris)When I reached my room, I collapsed onto my bed, utterly exhausted. The day’s events had left me drained both physically and emotionally. The weight of secrets I carried threatened to crush me, and the doubts gnawed at my resolve like relentless predators. My wolf, Molly, echoed my unease, her voice a constant whisper in my mind. “Iris, people are starting to suspect something is up with you and the Lycan King,” Molly murmured, her tone laced with concern. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. “I know,” I admitted quietly. “I can feel their eyes on me all the time.” I opened my eyes, noticing that I had a few stray tears on my cheeks. I sat up, and rubbed my face with my hand. “I don’t think I can keep this up for much longer,” I confessed. “You have to,” Molly replied, “Iris! Though I am not going to lie, you are in a pretty dangerous situation. And I suspect Naomi has something to do with the men that just attacked us. She looked really nervous w
(Iris)The touch of his lips against mine was electrifying, igniting a fire within me that I hadn’t known existed. It was a kiss filled with both passion and restraint, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken bond between us. In that moment, everything else faded away. His warm hands framed my face gently, drawing me closer with a tenderness that contradicted the intensity of our kiss. Our breaths mingled, creating a shared rhythm that echoed the unspoken understanding between us. It was a moment where words were unnecessary, where every touch, every heartbeat, spoke volumes about the connection that had quietly grown between us. When he finally pulled back, I was left breathless and trembling, my heart racing in my chest. His gaze held mine, intense and searching. That’s when Jasper entered the library. “Iris!” He shouted, rushing over to us. He glared at the Lycan King, who did not stoop to his level by engaging. “I was looking everywhere for you. I need to talk to you,”
(Jasper)Sitting in the Alpha’s chair, I stared at the polished wood of my desk, lost in thought. A whole year in this seat, and it still didn’t feel like mine. My father allowed my useless, wolfless brother to sit here when he was out fighting, but never me. The son of an omega slave wasn’t worthy of this chair. It was a constant reminder of my place, or lack thereof. I stood up and began pacing the room. The walls seemed to close in on me as my thoughts raced. The window offered a view of the pack’s territory, bathed in the eerie glow of the moon. Somewhere out there, Elias was plotting. And Iris, whether she realized it or not, was at the center of it all. The chair, the desk, the office… it all felt like a facade. A carefully constructed image of power and control. But beneath it all, the insecurities gnawed at me. I clenched my fists, trying to suppress the memories of my childhood. The beatings, the humiliation, the constant reminder that I was nothing more than the son of
(Iris)A few days had passed, and nothing happened. The quiet was almost unsettling. I went through my days working, sleeping, and talking to Molly. It was as if the whole world was holding its breath, waiting for something to break the stillness. Molly agreed with me, sharing the same sense of unease. The upcoming meeting loomed large in everyone’s minds. It was only a couple days away, and many of the Alphas and their entourages had already arrived, setting up their big tents on the forest floor. The biggest tent was designated to host the event. It was a hive of activity, with people bustling around, preparing for the event. I wandered through the camp, taking in the scene. The air was filled with the sounds of hammers, saws, and the murmur of conversations. Everywhere I looked, there were groups of people working together, setting up tables, arranging chairs, and making last-minute adjustments. The anticipation was palpable. As I approached the largest tent, I saw Naomi, busy g
(Iris)It was cold that night. The chill in the air seemed to seep into my bones, making me shiver despite my thick cloak. The path to the waterfall was familiar, but the darkness made it seem more ominous than usual. The sound of the water cascading down the rocks filled the night, its roar both soothing and intimidating. Molly was uneasy. “I don’t like this, Iris,” she said anxiously. “We should leave. After what happened in the kitchen? What if it happens again?” “I know,” I replied silently. “But I need answers. Whoever left that note might have some.” The waterfall was beautiful in the moonlight, the silver glow illuminating the mist that rose from the crashing water. The moon’s reflection danced on the surface of the water, creating an ethereal glow that bathed the surrounding area in mystical light. I wrapped my cloak tighter around me, my breath visible in the frosty air. I wrapped my cloak tighter around me, my breath visible in the frosty air. I was early, but I didn’t m
(Iris)(Iris)I panicked. My heart raced as I approached the meeting spot by the waterfall, a chill creeping up my spine that had nothing to do with the cold night air. The silvery light of the moon cast eerie shadows on the forest floor, making every tree seem like a lurking figure. As I walked closer, my breath visible in the air, I could see the two figures clearly. The Lycan King, with his imposing shadow and ominous gaze, and Seraphina, her stance radiating both power and concern. My steps faltered as I realized this was clearly a setup. But who would orchestrate such a meeting? My mind raced with possibilities. Jasper? No, he had been genuinely confused earlier. I had seen his reactions enough to know when he was acting. Naomi? Maybe, but she seemed too preoccupied with her newfound role as Luna to play such games. Or was it someone else entirely, pulling strings from the shadows? I couldn’t think of anyone who would do such a thing. The atmosphere was thick with tension
(Iris) I couldn’t sleep after talking to the Lycan King. I tossed and turned my mind racing with the implication of our conversation. Jasper’s face haunted my thoughts, his dark eyes filled with malice and deceit. I already knew Jasper was responsible for the death of Elias and my parents, and I had come to believe he was capable of another murder. “You will help me, Iris,” The Lycan King had said yesterday. His voice was a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “How?” I had asked, my heart pounding. “Get close to him and I will let you know. Well, you are pretty close already…” he had replied, a hint of sadistic amusement in his tone. I had blushed, feeling the heat rising to my cheeks at the implication. The memory of his words made my stomach churn. How could I be close to someone like Jasper? How could I pretend to be on his side, knowing what he had done? I stared at the ceiling, my mind drifting back to the conversation. Jasper and Naomi probably would be exiled o
(Elias)I told them all the story of Elias’s victory, and his mercy. Surprised murmur rippled through the crowd. Recondition, not killed. This was Eias’s first benevolent act since becoming the Lycan King, a decision that marked a significant shift. I felt a surge of pride in him, knowing this was a step toward breaking the cycle of violence and hatred that had plagued our world for so long. I could tell my feelings were echoed in the soldiers around us. Caden’s men joined our group now that Elias was the Alpha, and our men welcomed them.As Caden and Leila were led away, their expressions a mix of defiance and resignation, Elias turned to face his mother, Alice. Her blue eyes were filled with pride and relief, and I watched as they embraced. “You’ve done well, my son,” Alice said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m proud of you.” “Thank you, Mother,” Elias whispered. “I couldn’t have done it without all of you.” Alice pulled back, her eyes searching his. “You’ve shown mercy w
(Iris)I had to follow Elias. Jasper, Naomi, Alice and even Seraphina had decided to stay with the rest of our group, tending to the wounded. But I had to follow Elias.As the first light of dawn began to stretch across the horizon, I could see the tension in the clearing before me. The duel between Elias and Caden was about to begin, and I felt every heartbeat echoing through my chest. The stakes were impossibly high, and despite my best efforts to focus on the plan, the anxiety I felt was nearly overwhelming. Jasper, Naomi, and Alice had decided to stay hidden with the rest of our small group, but I couldn’t stay away. I needed to see Elias with my own eyes, to witness the battle that would determine not just his fate, but all of ours. I crept through the underbrush, my heart pounding as the sounds of the duel grew louder. The clearing came into view, and my breath caught in my throat. Elias stood in the center, his posture fierce and determined. Caden, a towering figure of ar
(Elias)The first light of dawn had barely touched the horizon when Alice and I finally met. Alice, though weary and disheveled, stood tall, her blue eyes searching through the shadows for the son she had heard so much about but never met. My heart pounded as I approached her. I had always known this moment would come, but nothing could have prepared me for the emotional turbulence of seeing my mother for the first time. Her eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, we simply stood there, absorbing the gravity of the encounter. I could see the faint glimmer of tears in her eyes. “Elias,” she finally whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “My son.” I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Mother,” I replied, my voice steady but laced with emotion. “It’s been a long time.” Alice took a tentative step forward, her gaze softening as she took in the man her child had become. Her hand reached out hesitantly, and I met her halfway, our hands clasping in a tentative embrace.
(Jasper)The day had been long and grueling, filled with the clash battle and the thunder of war cries echoing through the forest. As the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving streaks of orange and red in its wake, our camp settled into an uneasy calm. Both sides went back to their camps to take a respite, tending their wounds and sharpening their weapons. I stood apart from the others, my mind racing with thoughts of the battle and the looming mission ahead. Despite our victories during the day, the weight of our impending tasks pressed heavily on my shoulders. Elias and Iris were in deep discussion nearby, their voices low as they plotted our next move. “Iris,” Elias said, his tone earnest yet tinged with urgency, “we need to strike now, before Caden and Leila regroup. We have to rescue Alice and Naomi.” I watched Iris nod solemnly, her eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. “I know,” she replied, her voice steady despite the underlying tension. “Alice and I have a plan.
(Iris)The sun barely broke through the canopy of the forest as the day began. Our camp was a hive of activity, warriors preparing for the battle that we knew was coming. The tension was thick in the air, every movement and every word tinged with urgency. Using the knowledge Alice and Naomi had gleaned from the old book, we were ready. We had deciphered the symbols, understanding their purposes and weaknesses. Every warrior was briefed on how to counter the traps and spells that Caden and Leila would undoubtedly use against us. As the morning wore on, the sounds of the enemy approaching became clearer. The clash was inevitable, and as the first wave of Caden’s warriors broke through the trees, we stood our ground. The battle erupted in a storm of clashing steel and snarling wolves. “Elias! Over here!” I shouted, pointing to a group of enemies trying to flank us. Elias nodded, leading a charge that quickly turned the tide in our favor. “Remember the words!” Jasper yelled to th
(Iris)The argument reached a fever pitch, their voices a cacophony of anger and pain that seemed to echo through the entire camp. My head pounded, my heart ached, and I felt on the verge of breaking. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, a commanding voice cut through the chaos. “Enough!” It was my voice that spoke the word, but it was Alice’s in my mind. All eyes turned to me, and I let her speak through me. “This is not the time for petty grievances. We are on the brink of war, and unity is our only chance of survival.” Jasper and Elias exchanged one last, heated glare, before stepping back, their anger momentarily quelled by Alice’s intervention. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, grateful for the respite. I stepped forward, holding the magic stone, surrendering to its power. Its surface shimmered with a faint, otherworldly glow. “I have something important to show you,” she and I said. I placed the stone on the ground and whispered Alice’s
(Iris)I walked down the familiar path, the towering trees feeling like old friends. But this time, the path was crowded with hundreds of warriors, their footsteps creating a steady, rhythmic sound against the forest floor. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of pine mingling with sweat and metal. Despite the presence of the warriors, I felt a gnawing emptiness inside me. Naomi was still unreachable, and the uncertainty of her fate weighted heavily on my heart. As night fell, the camp was set up, and the warriors huddled around their fires, sharing stories and laughter that felt foreign to me in my current state of mine. I found Elias near a small fire, the flickering flames casting shadows on his face. I hesitated for a moment before approaching him, my heart pounding in my chest. “Elias,” I said softly, drawing his attention. He looked up, his expression unreadable. “Iris,” he replied, motioning for me to sit beside him. We sat in awkward silence for a few minute
(Naomi)I sat on the edge of the narrow bed, my fingers tracing the rough seams of the thin blanket. I had been in this small, dimly lit room for a day now. The walls, adorned with faded, peeling wallpaper, seemed to close in on me, suffocating me with their silence. The only window offered a dismal view of the alley below, where shadows moved and whispered in the night. I replayed the events of the previous evening in my mind. After handing over the necklace Jasper had given me to Alice, I had hoped for a moment of rest. But I knew I hadn’t been subtle enough. The weight of my actions pressed down on my chest like a stone. It wasn’t long after the necklace exchange that Caden and Leila showed up. Their arrival had been swift and silent, their expressions a mix of cold determination and malice. I had tried to act nonchalant, but the flicker of recognition in their eyes told me they had seen through my facade. “You know you can’t keep running like this,” Caden had said softly, h
(Iris)Alice was skin and bones now, but her features were striking, and her eyes were blue like ice. Just like Elias’s. I could see the family resemblance, the same cold, piercing gaze that felt like it could cut through stone. “You are such a lovely-looking girl. So much like your mother,” Alice said softly, her voice almost a whisper, yet it carried a weight that made me shiver. I guessed she could see me too. I stepped closer, feeling a strange pull toward her, as if an invisible thread was drawing me in. Her presence was both comforting and unsettling, a paradox that I couldn’t quite unravel. “Open your eyes and I will see what you see. This is the function of this stone. A very powerful Lycan magic is fused in this. I gave it to your mother for safekeeping in case it fell into the wrong hands.” “Like Caden?” I asked, the name slipping out before I could stop it. Alice nodded, her expression darkening. “Sure. But mainly their grandfather. He is an evil man. Twenty years ago