Dylan’s grip on me tightened. “Who the hell are you?” He growled at the rogue
The man leaned gently against the doorframe, casually folding his arms like he wasn’t involved in this. His eyes rested over me, and lingered for too long, I felt exposed. “Don’t you recognize me?” His voice was smooth and had a hint of amusement.
Cold sweat break through out my body as my pulse quickened in fright. “Recognise you? I’ve never met you.,” I said , my voice shaking.
“Oh really?” He said with raised brows. “Is that the game we are playing now? Because last night, you sang a different song when you begged me to give it to you hard.”
Dylan froze. “What the hell are you saying?”
The man smirked harder as he shrugged and continued. “You followed from the bar, threw yourself at me when I was minding my business on my own. She said she needed a real wolf, not her loser of an arranged mate, she needed one last nasty shag before she’s bonded forever ma His gaze fell on me and, my stomach churned. “Does that sound familiar, sweetheart?”
My whole body stiffened. “That’s a lie,” I managed to say it . “I don’t remember doing any of that, it’s not true.”
“Oh well… you were really drunk,” the man said still grinning. “But you…were very enthusiastic.”
“No,” I shook my head. “That never happened. I would never…”
“She is a liar,” Dylan cut in, his voice was low but dangerous. “You are saying she came on to you and you just went along, right?” He turned facing the man, eyes narrowed.
The man’s eyes were cold and he shrugged again. “I said she was frantically all over me. What was I supposed to do, say no? The lady wanted it, and I had to give it. And from the look of things, she liked it a lot.”
“Dylan, I promise I didn’t do it,” I said half sobbing
“Shut up!” Dylan snapped at me. His face was laced with fury as he turned to me, “You filthy liar. All this time I thought it was some mistake. But now…now it’s clear what you are. A cheap whore.”
My heart grew heavier and pounded louder, I couldn’t hear any other thing. “Please, I’m begging you Dylan, He’s lying!”
“You really think I’ll believe you, huh?!” Dylan’s voice rose. “You seduced him and followed him, and slept with him here, and now you want to act like you don’t remember? Like you are innocent? I’m done with you, Phoenix.”
Tears pierced my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn’t let them see me fall apart. “Dylan, you have to believe me,” I continued to beg. “I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t betray you, please trust me.” My voice was trembling.
Dylan’s jaw clenched, his fists were visibly shaking. “You disgust,” he barked at me. “You can’t lie your way out of this. I know what you truly are. You’ve ruined everything. Our pack, they turn their backs on you. You can’t be accepted now.”
The weight of his words weighed down on me and I was struggling to breathe. “Dylan, please understand me…” I try to say but my heart was shattering into a thousand pieces.
“I do understand,” he spat. “You are a liar and a terrible cheat, and you deserve whatever comes to you now.”
I panicked and vigorously shook my head. “No, I didn’t, Dylan please…”
“Shut up!” He snarled. “No one will believe your pathetic lie of not remembering. It’s over for you Phoenix. I’ll deal with and when I’m done, no pack will take you in.”
His words hit me sharper than the last. I had nothing to fall back on, no memories or defense. Just this strange man, twisting the situation more than it already was.
The man’s grin never faltered, his eyes sparked of satisfaction as he watched the drama. “It was really fun,” he added. “She really knows how to make a wolf feel good.” His voice dripped with malice.
Dylan’s fist flew squarely to the man’s jaw before I could even react, sending him straight to the hard floor. The man groaned and clutched his face in pain, but his smirk remained.
“Get out of here,” Dylan growled, his voice so dangerous. “Get lost before I kill you.”
“Fine by me even, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He said scrambling to his feet, wiping blood from his cut lip. As he made his way, he shot me one last smirk and I was standing there, trembling, and Dylan’s rage was unstoppable.
There was silence for a moment. Then Dylan turned, glared at me with icy eyes. “You are going to regret this. I’ll make you pay for the rest of your life.”
“I didn’t do it…” I begged still
“Do I look like I care?!” His voice was low and dangerous. “I don’t care what you have to say. It’s over for you and I’ll make sure everyone knows that as well, you’ll no longer be a part of a pack.”
My heart dropped, my throat closed up and my mind raced. “Please…You can’t ”
“I can and I will, watch me.” He grabbed my arm, dragging me out as we went down the hallway and into the cold air outside.
”Go”, he said as he shoved me towards his car. “Go back and tell your pack what you’ve done and how you’ve ruined everything.”
I stared at him with racing mind and a frozen body. “Please…please Dylan” I continued in my plea.
“Shut up and get in the car, Phoenix,” he hissed. “Get in before I do something we will regret.”
I opened the car door with shaky hands, my mind was clouded with fear, confusion and heartbreak. I stirred up the engine, my hands gripping the steering wheels a little too tightly.
“You are dead to me,” his voice was flat and his face hard as hell.
I swallowed hard as I threw the car into fear and wheeled out of the parking lot. Reality settled on me quickly and it was suffocating.
I was going to meet my father’s pack. Yes, I had to face them. I had to explain but as I drove faster, one thing horrified my mind.
Was Dylan right?
What if they know already?
What if I’m dead to them too? What will become of me?
These were my thoughts as I drove faster and faster to face the pack and await my judgement.
The car had barely come to a stop when Dylan ripped open the door, he pulled me out forcefully. I stumbled and almost fell down, but his grip held me tight, dragging me towards the pack house. “Dylan, please stop!” I beg, trying to pull free, but he was relentless , he pulled me harder and his face was a picture of rage.We get to the pack house, he yanks it open without a single warning and storms inside the house. Pack members were in and scattered out of his way as he continued to pull me through the hall. I feel like I was some criminal that was caught in the act, and this was so embarrassing for me.“Dylan, please. Stop, you are hurting me,” I plead in a whisper, shame and terror filled me inside. My mind ran several miles trying to make sense of everything, and thinking of a way to stop this, but i can’t come up with anything. Dylan didn’t stop until he got to my father’s office, he barged in and slammed the door so hard it hit the wall with a force. My father’s startled eye
I feel cold water splash on my face, jolting me awake. My eyes flew open in shock and the face that greet me is one I barely want to see.“Get up, you filthy whore,” my stepmother spit out, and the empty bucket drops on my head. Her eyes that are always hard on me were now filled with a poisonous glee. My half sister, Lucia, stood beside her with a smirk on her face, crossed arms watching me with disgust like I am some dirt.“So pathetic” Lucia said, her voice dripping with disgust. “Here’s your supplies, that should be enough for you” She said, nudging a small sack to my side with the toe of her boot. I sit up slowly even though my whole body ached badly from last night's event. I pick up the sack with my trembling hands. The sack is light weight and I wonder how many useful things it contained.“Are you really throwing me out?” my voice cracks. My eyes filled with tears as i desperately look from one to the other. “Are you deaf or aren’t you aware yet?” Lucia asked with a cruel
I’ve been wandering for days now, I am not even sure how much time has passed, lost in the endless shadows and trees that surround me. The forest became the only companion with me, the dark canopy above me kept me in my own silence. My wolf form feels more natural now more than ever, my senses have grown sharper and my instincts have heightened, but the ache I’ve felt in my bones since that day was hard to ignore. I was weak, my strength diminished by the hour because I am starving. Although the wounds I sustained from the brutal incident that led me into the forest has healed, thanks to my wolf’s abilities, but the emptiness in my heart could not be mended. I was indeed alone, and my heart breaks everytime I think about that fact. I paid attention to every noise around me, the snap of a twig or even the rustles of leaves but I was careful. I am staying in the thickest parts of the forest and needed to avoid any rogues or. enforcers guarding territorial boundaries. I really don’t ha
My paws pound vigorously against the forest floor as I keep running and running, lungs burn with each gulp of air intake. I have no idea how long it has been since I’ve started this journey to the north; whether it’s been days or weeks, I don’t know. The sun and moon indicate that days have come and gone, but I can’t keep count. I have barely slept, but that is a luxury i cannot afford now. The only times I stop is to hunt a few small creatures to keep me going and also to drink from icy streams when I see them to gather enough strength to keep running. A strange force in me kept guiding me and pushing me for more, my mind was firm and relentless. The force feels like an invisible string, pulling me to continue every time the thought of giving up comes. My left paw is still glowing, now faint but unmistakable. The moon and the sun at different times of the day looms above me, watching my every step as I keep running and pushing forward. My paws sinking into the damp and earthy groun
TalonI jolted awake, my heart racing heavily, as if someone had whispered to me. “She’s coming.”I don’t have to ask who. The voice is familiar; it’s the voice that has been haunting me for months. I hear it in my dreams, and it brings back the shadow of a woman glowing in golden light. Her presence in my dream is radiant, and it lingers in my mind much longer than I think, actively stirring something inside me. I don’t know. I know the vision holds a crucial meaning that is tied to my destiny, but I seek clarity. I have no idea what her name is or what her face looks like, but I do know she’s coming. And each time, the feeling weighs strongly on me. My life doesn't need any complications. I sit up rather hesitantly, trying to shake off the weight of the feeling. Even if I don’t know her yet, whoever she is, I feel a sense of responsibility towards her. I strongly feel the need to protect her and shield her. But I’m not ready for that; I’m not ready to face another challenge. not o
A comforting heat wraps me; it is soft and gives me warmth like sunlight after a mighty storm. Faint smells of herbs and poultices fill the room. It feels familiar, like the golden cottage I saw in my dream. I take a deep breath, letting the warmth envelop me. My fur feels damp and my breathing is shallow; I know my wolf feels it too, eager for more rest after weeks of being in complete controlMy wolf and I have been through a lot these past weeks, between being betrayed by my own pack, cast away as a rogue, the encounter with the strange woman and the golden cottage, and running tirelessly in the thick forest. I feel the exhaustion weighing strongly on me as exhaustion takes its toll on me. "You should shift back." Talon's voice comes low and soothing in my mind. I feel her longing to let go, to pass the reins to me. I started to shift back; it is happening slowly but gradually. My wolf is giving way to my human form as I lay there. Warmth tingles spread along my spine, and my bone
My eyes are glued to him. I am stunned the moment I open my eyes; it is as if I’m caught in a trance I don’t quite understand. His eyes—forest green—glint back at me as mine hold his deep and watchful eyes. Everything about him seems intense; his skin is glowy, creamy, latte-toned skin. His curls, which knot into locs, fall below his back. He has mesmerising facial features, his lips plump, his nose pointed and delicate, with piercings in the left nostril. He is perfect; I don’t know where to look first as I take in his beauty. He has a strong aura around him, exuding authority and strength. I gazed at him in admiration, his face a beautiful blend of ruggedness and beauty. His eyes sent fireworks lighting up in my head, like a spell. For a moment, I drowned myself in looking at his face. I felt a strong pull towards his energy when his gaze met mine.“Ours,” my wolf whispers, her voice coming as a faint marmot in the back of my mind. As I continue my admiration, a calm, strange, and u
Each day I’ve spent here, I experience a new kind of care. Hosea’s care is like nothing I’ve ever seen; it is totally new to me. She attends to me gently, cleaning me with warm towels and bringing me bowls of thick, sweet soup that feels warm to my body. As she smooths my hair back with her patient hands, she coos softly, whispering comforting words to me as though she knows I need it.When I tear up, mourning the life I had and now miss, she wraps me in her arms. I long for her hugs; they are tender and knowing, and it leaves a lingering feeling of condor inside me and melts something within I didn’t know had hardened. A mother's love. It feels raw and whole every time, and it opens up wounds I had hidden for long. "Phoenix, you are special,” she says one evening when I cry silently on her shoulder. “I know you probably don’t understand it yet, but your coming here is divine; you are here for a special reason.” Her words hit my ears smooth and soothingly; it echoes, sticking to my e
Scents of roasted meat and toasted bread fill the air, mixed with the subtle tang of pine from the forest outside. The dining hall shines brightly as fire crackles in the hearth, casting flickering light across the majestic space. Moonstone pack had begun to settle back into their daily routine after the harrowing experience with the council of elders. Talon had managed to hold his anger in check for days, but it was growing more difficult with each passing moment. The peace they’ve been fighting hard to reclaim feels fragile, a thin layer of glass ready to shatter at any misstep. The buzz of recognition Phoenix is beginning to attract is both a gift and a burden. Packs from across Shadowpine have been sending messages of admiration and requests for the audience, all eager to see the fabled golden wolf, to experience the power they had only heard about in stories. Talon knew the power she wields is unmatched, a gift from the Moon Goddess herself, but with it comes danger. He had see
CAINBeta Cain is sitting in the darkened corner of his private chamber, the dim light from the single lantern casting long, flickering shadows across the stone walls. The Moonstone Pack had grown restless with their Alpha’s return and the unrelenting presence of his Luna. The chatter has picked up again, faint whispers, eager to tear at the fabric of their unity. Cain knows it is because of Phoenix, the golden wolf, the one who had brought back the aura of power that had been slipping through his fingers. He clenches his jaw, the muscles in his neck tightening. The pack members who had once listened to him, revered his voice now treat him as if he were a mere shadow of the man who once led them. It is all Phoenix’s fault. She brought Taon back, she brought a sense of purpose and strength back to the Moonstone pack, and she brought a threat, one Cain couldn’t ignore. He stands up and walks to the window, looking out over the moonlight forest that stretches out beyond the clearing. I
The fireplace crackled, and its orange glow cast jagged shadows on the walls, but it did little to help the chill that was sitting on her chest. Lucia is standing in the center of Dylan’s dimly lit liar, unspoken words and unmet expectations have made the air tense. Dylan is sitting in a carved chair, his eyes dark and guarded, a stark contrast to the man she loves.“Dylan,” she says, her voice low and steady, with a touch of desperation hidden beneath the surface, “we need to talk,”He doesn’t shift, and neither does he blink. A muscle twitched in his jaw, betraying the fight behind his composed mask. “I’m listening,” he says, his voice rough, clearly not pleased to see me. Lucia steps forward, the weight of the night pressing on her, urging her to confront Dylan. “I’m the one that has always been here, Dylan. From the moment Phoenix was banished to now, I’ve always been by your side. I’ve proven myself time and again.”Dylan’s eyes flicker to her for a fleeting moment before drif
LUCIALucia paced the length of her quarters, her fury simmering just beneath the surface. Dylan had stormed off after her confession, leaving her standing in the dim moonlight like a fool. Her hands trembling as she grips the back of a chair, her mind replaying the argument with Dylan earlier. It’s always her. Phoenix, Phoenix.She bite her lip hard, the metallic taste of blood grounding her. She’s done everything for him, sacrificing more than anyone knows. And yet, he is ready to throw her aside like she means nothing, all for a woman who had ruined everything. Lucia’s gaze darkens as she let the memories wash over her, pulling her back to the night it all began. It was the eve of Phoenix’s mating ceremony with Dylan. The Silvercrest Pack was buzzing with excitement, the halls of the estate was filled with laughter, the scent of roasted meat, and the sound of glasses clinking. Phoenix, as radiant as ever, was the center of attention, her bright eyes lit up the room. I stood on
The Silvercrest Lair looms before me as I approach, it’s stone walls impose against the backdrop of a fading morning sky. This conversation with Alpha Roland isn’t one I wanted to have, but it is very necessary.When the guards usher me into the Alpha’s office, I square my shoulders and fix my expression into one of determination. Alpha Roland is sitting behind a massive oak desk, his piercing eyes as cold as I remember.“Dylan,” Roland greets, his voice clipped and formal. “To what do owe this unusual visit? I thought we finished our business a long time ago.”I incline my head respectfully, suppressing my irritation at the older wolf’s icy carriage. “Alpha Roland, I’m here to discuss Phoenix.”Roland’s expression hardens at the mention of her name. His fingers drum against the desk, his lips press into a thin line. “Phoenix is no longer a part of my pack. Whatever she’s done, or wherever she is now is none of my business.”“But it should be,” I press, stepping closer. “She’s the gol
DYLANDylan trudges through the dark woods, his footsteps heavy as he approaches the Raven Night Pack’s main compound. The moonlight barely penetrates the thick canopy above, casting shadows that mirror the storm brewing in his mind. Phoenix. The name keeps echoing in his head like a haunting melody. He clenched his fists, his jaw tight as he replayed the confrontation in the clearing. Seeing her again rattled him in ways he couldn’t admit, even to himself. When he crosses into the pack’s territory, a few guards nod respectfully, but he barely acknowledges them. His wolf is restless, pacing within him, its frustration mirroring his own. He made his way to his cabin at the edge of the compound, slamming the door shut behind him before collapsing into the leather armchair lying by the window. For a long moment, I sit in silence, staring into the darkness outside. Then the thoughts begin to spiral. “Phoenix. The golden wolf.”He scoffs under his breath, and a bitter smile tugs at his
TALONThe forest is alive with chaos, the sound of claws against claws and growls echo all around. Phoenix and I fight side by side, our wolves tearing through the enforcers with a ferocity that comes from sheer desperation.An enforcer lunges at me, teeth bared, but I sidestepped, slamming my fur into his chest and sending him sprawling into the underbrush. Another came at Phoenix, but her wolf moved like lightning, claws raking across his flank before she turned on the next attacker.Despite the intensity of the fight. I notice something, something feels off. These wolves aren’t trying to kill us, they are too calculated for that. Each strike seems designed to push us; to test our limits rather than harm us. “Phoenix!” I call out, dodging another swipe. “They are not trying to kill us. They are just testing us.”She doesn’t respond, too locked in her battle to acknowledge my observation. Her wolf gleams under the moonlight, every movement powerful and precise. But even she seems to
The burning heat of the poison coursed through me, leaving my body weak and trembling. Talia howls within, her voice distant but resolute. Every muscle screaming in protest, and for a moment, I thought this was it—that the Council had succeeded in their twisted plans to break me. But something begins to shift.The pain ebbs slowly, replaced by a soft, glowing warmth. It’s radiating from my core, and spreading outward like golden light, soothing the ache and extinguishing the venom in my veins. My wolf stirs, her strength returning in waves. The golden wolf, her power is fighting back, stronger than I’ve ever felt before. I gasp, and the taste of fresh air fills my lungs as clarity returns. Then a memory surfaced, Hosea’s voice ringing clear in my mind. “The power is unlike anything else. It can sense danger, Phoenix. It won’t let you fall easily, it will protect you, even from yourself.” She was right. My wolf’s power isn’t just a weapon. It is a shield, one that refuses to let me
PHOENIX My eyes flutter open to darkness, the air around me cold and damp. I am lying on a hard surface—stone, rough and unyielding beneath my back. I try to move, but the clink of metals stops me, Chains. Heavy, cold chains wrap around my wrists and ankles, pinning me in place. Panic flares, but I force myself to breathe. I shift slightly, testing the bonds, but they don’t budge. Talia stirs weakly within me, her strength subdued by whatever dampening magic the Council had used.I scan my surroundings, my vision adjusting to the dim light filtering in from a single torch mounted on the wall. The cage is small and crude, its bars thick and unyielding. The air is heavy with the scent of rust and something acrid, like the residue of spells. Where is Talon?“Talon? Talon?” I call, my voice hoarse. The silence that followed made my heart clench, but then I heard it, a faint sound, a little distant but unmistakable.“Phoenix?” His voice is rough, but the relief in it is clear. “Talon!”