CHAPTER 28: Seahowl packHana stood outside Jarrel’s study, her body tense as she tried to quiet her breath. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. Jarrel's deep voice echoed through the door as she was heading down the corridor, and there was something about his tone that stopped her in her tracks. His words carried a weight she had never experienced before, a seriousness that made her skin tingle.She held her breath, listening intently.“I’ve been through every drawer, every hidden compartment, and still nothing,” Jarrel muttered, frustration lacing his words.Magnus’s voice was quieter, more thoughtful. “But the documents from Moonlight pack—they’re our only lead. Those papers were worth the bloodshed, Jarrel. We just haven’t found the right key yet.”Hana’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Moonlight Pack. She knew little about its history, only that it had been invaded two years ago, right around the time Jarrel had taken power. The remnants of the pack had been absorbed into Sea
CHAPTER 29 : Silent Longing Hana’s heart raced as she sifted through the final drawer in Jarrel’s study, her hands trembling slightly. Nothing. Almost one hour had passed and still, there was no hint of Jarrel’s maps or documents; she could feel herself panting in this room filled up with too much leather and little air so that she couldn’t hardly breathe. Her heart raced as the sound of a ticking clock kept on nagging at her mind reminding her this was an instance too lateHearing creaking sounds behind her made her stop still“Wonder what my mate is doing in my study behind my back,” said Jarrel’s deep clear voice cutting through the current air as if it were one sharp bladeHana turned slowly towards him, her heartbeat quickening but unable to find words to make sense of what was going on in his curious yet amusing eyes though they seemed to hide something dark inside them. Leaning against the doorframe he crossed his hands over his arms which were really broad while looking at
Chapter 30: Conflicted HeartsHana’s mind was a storm of confusion. Every thought seemed to collide with another, creating a maelstrom of emotion she couldn’t control. Jarrel had been too nice to her, almost too kind. His gentle touch left her heart racing whenever he was near, and yet she couldn’t reconcile this tenderness with the cruelty she had witnessed from him before.She sat by the window, staring out at the pack grounds. The scene before her was peaceful—the wolves milling about, tending to their daily routines, oblivious to the turmoil that gripped her heart. The sunlight kissed the earth gently, much like how her life once was—before the invasion.She touched the wooden wolf pendant around her neck, tracing the familiar shape with her fingers. The realization that Jarrel had a matching one haunted her. It was undeniable now; they had known each other when they were young. But why? What had happened between them? Why had their paths diverged so drastically?In the fra
Chapter 31: Hana TremblesEvery time she closed her eyes, images of the past would surge up to meet her—her pack, her family, and Mia, who had been like a sister to her.Tonight, though, sleep came without her consent. The tiredness eventually caught her, and her mind’s darkness began to swallow her whole.In this dense and misty wood, she was standing with trees rising above her like ghosts in the dim moonlight. The air was damp and chilly as she twirled around aimlessly, trying to comprehend her surroundings. The woods appeared known yet unfamiliar; they belonged to a past that no longer existed in her memory.It still made a shiver run through but softly spoke on air. She turned with quickened breath, panic narrowing around her throat."Mia?"A figure stepped out of the mist, her form translucent and shimmering, like a ghost caught between realms. It was Mia, her face serene but her eyes filled with a sorrow that Hana could feel deep within her chest."Mia, is that you?" Hana's vo
Chapter 32: The Gathering StormThe wind whispered through the trees as dawn’s first light began to creep across the pack grounds, casting long shadows on the earth below. Hana stood at the edge of the forest, her eyes scanning the horizon. The morning was quiet, too quiet, as if the world itself held its breath in anticipation of something dark and terrible. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the chill in the air seep into her bones. It wasn’t the cold that made her shiver, though; it was the uncertainty gnawing at her heart. The conversation with Mia’s ghost haunted her, the words echoing in her mind, refusing to let go. The heavy pendant around her neck was a constant reminder of the choices she faced, the weight of a past she couldn’t fully recall pulling her in one direction while the unknown future tugged her in another. Behind her, the forest was alive with the sounds of waking life. Birds sang softly from their perches, unaware of the turmoil brewing within Hana. S
Chapter 33: The Echoes of WarThe sky was painted in shades of gray as the sun struggled to break through the dense clouds. A foreboding silence hung over the packs’ territory, the air thick with tension. It was the calm before the storm, a quiet that carried the weight of impending danger. Hana stood on a ridge overlooking the valley, her keen eyes scanning the distant horizon.Something was coming. She could feel it deep in her bones, a sense of dread that she hadn’t been able to shake since dawn. Behind her, the pack was a flurry of activity. Warriors moved with purpose, their faces set in grim determination as they prepared for the inevitable clash. Hana could hear the low hum of conversation, the clatter of weapons being checked and rechecked, the soft murmurs of farewells exchanged between loved ones. The pack had been through much, but this felt different. This felt like the start of something much bigger, a threat that could unravel everything they had fought to protect. Han
Chapter 34: War Drums The first of the enemy soldiers appeared through the trees, their eyes scanning the forest for any signs of danger. Hana held her breath, waiting until they were fully within the trap. Then, with a sharp whistle, she gave the signal, and the forest erupted into chaos.The ambush was swift and brutal, the element of surprise giving Hana’s team the upper hand. She moved like a shadow through the fray, her sword flashing in the dim light as she cut down her enemies with ruthless efficiency. Around her, the sounds of battle filled the air—shouts of pain, the clash of steel, the heavy thud of bodies and wolfs hitting the ground. But even as she fought, her mind remained clear, focused on the bigger picture. This was only the beginning. The real battle awaited them back at the pack’s stronghold, where Jarrel and the others were preparing for the main attack. They had to hold the line, no matter the cost.As the last of the enemy vanguard fell, Hana surveyed the after
Chapter 35: The Storm of Claws and Fangs. The war horn’s echo hadn’t faded before the pack shifted into action. Warriors, already on edge, moved like a well-oiled machine, their movements synchronized by years of training and an unspoken bond forged in countless battles. The tension that had simmered in the air now burst into full-blown urgency as the first lines of defense took their positions, their eyes trained on the treeline where the enemy would soon emerge. Hana felt her pulse quicken, her senses sharpening as the familiar rush of adrenaline coursed through her veins. She stood with the warriors at the forefront, the air around her crackling with the energy of imminent transformation. Her gaze flicked to Jarrel, who had taken his place at the head of the formation, his broad shoulders squared with the weight of command. His eyes met hers briefly, a silent exchange passing between them—an acknowledgment of the battle to come and the unspoken understanding that, for now, they