Cassius POV Cassius stayed close to the sidelines, his gaze never straying far from Caelum and the Ironclaw members who had clustered around him. Their movements were precise, their steps mirroring one another like parts of a well-rehearsed dance. It was too deliberate, too synchronized, to be coincidental.He saw Caelum murmuring something to one of the Ironclaw members, who responded with a nod, his eyes glinting with a dark determination. Cassius felt the pulse of something unfamiliar, something dangerous, radiating from their small group. His instincts screamed that whatever was happening went far beyond simple rivalry.Dominic and Sara had shifted closer to him, their expressions filled with concern as they followed his gaze.“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Dominic whispered, barely moving his lips. His voice was low but taut, holding back the tension of restrained fury.“More than seeing,” Cassius replied, his voice just as low. “I’m sensing something... off. There’s a dark e
The sky over the tournament grounds darkened with unnatural speed, shifting from a mild afternoon to an eerie twilight. Cassius felt the change immediately, the air thickening with the scent of damp earth and the iron tang of magic gone wrong. He scanned the horizon as purplish clouds churned overhead, and a gust of cold wind swept across the grounds, carrying whispers that chilled him to his core.In the stands, students’ families murmured, some pointing to the sky in confusion, others instinctively drawing their loved ones closer. The crowds shifted nervously, the energy in the air vibrating with tension. Before anyone could react, the first crack of violet lightning split the sky, and the sound was followed by a wave of darkness rolling over the tournament field, blotting out the sunlight and plunging everyone into a chilling twilight.Cassius turned sharply, his gaze sweeping through the crowd. “Where’s Caelum?” he muttered, a pulse of fear jolting through him as he scanned the fa
As Caelum raised his hand, the dark energy swirling around him coalesced into a jagged, pulsating spear of shadows. His smirk widened, malice gleaming in his eyes. Just as he hurled the weapon toward Cassius, a voice rang out, cutting through the oppressive air with commanding clarity.“Enough!”The spear disintegrated mid-air, scattering into harmless wisps of smoke. Caelum turned sharply, his expression twisting into one of frustration. Headmistress Ellara emerged from the darkness, her stride purposeful, her form radiant with a shimmering aura of golden-white light. The stark contrast between her magic and the oppressive shadows around them was like a beacon cutting through the night.“Caelum,” she said, her voice cold as frost, her eyes locking onto his with unrelenting intensity. “You’ve overstepped. Stand down, or I will end this here and now.”Caelum laughed, a hollow sound that sent shivers through the air. “Stand down? Oh, Ellara, you’ve grown soft in your years of peace. You
The battlefield was silent now, save for the soft murmurs of those slowly regaining their bearings. Cassius stood among the wreckage, his sharp senses overwhelmed by the cacophony of pain and the sharp, metallic tang of blood that lingered in the air. It was everywhere - human, werewolf, fae and other creatures - mixing into an intoxicating, maddening swirl.His fists clenched at his sides as he tried to center himself. The vampire’s centuries of stoic discipline were straining under the weight of the carnage around him. He prided himself on his control, the iron will that allowed him to walk among others without succumbing to the primal urges that haunted all vampires. But now, with the chaos, the fear, and the acrid taste of dark magic still lingering on his tongue, his composure was faltering.He took a step back, away from the thickest concentration of wounded. His breathing was steady, but his jaw clenched tight.This is too much. I need to leave. Now.The taste of blood in the a
Zoe couldn’t miss opportunity to come home for a bit during semestral break. The familiar scent of pine and fresh bread enveloped Zoe as she walked through the front door. Her heart lifting at the sight of home. Her mother’s warm smile and her father’s easy laugh reminded her just how much she’d missed the comforts of family. The entire evening felt like a long hug - her brother teasing her about her “fancy witch school,” her father proudly grilling her on her training, and her mother glancing at her with that familiar, knowing look.After they cleared the table, her father and brother retired, and Zoe found herself alone with her mother in the living room. Her mother set out a woolen blanket on couch and two mugs of tea on the coffee table, her hands moving deftly but with a soft tremor that Zoe noticed for the first time. They settled into the couch, the comforting silence between them lasting only a moment before Zoe’s worries came spilling out.“Mom… something happened at Nighthav
The words were barely out of his mouth before he raised his hand, a twisted magic crackling at his fingertips, and hurled it toward them.The world erupted in chaos.Gabriel, with lightning speed, shoved Zoe and her mother aside, shielding them as the dark blast struck. He shifted instantly, his own powerful wolf form unfurling in a burst of gray fur. “Run, Zoe! Get away from here!” he snarled in mind link, bracing himself as Philip’s warriors launched forward.Zoe’s mother gripped her shoulders, her eyes blazing. “Remember what I said. Trust yourself. We’ll hold them off. I love you. Run, now !”“But, Mom..” Zoe’s words were cut off as her mother shifted, her form melting into the sleek, silvery wolf that Zoe had always known - swift and strong, her mother’s wolf stood guard, a fierce protector.Zoe stumbled back, her eyes darting to Philip, who watched her with a sick satisfaction as his warriors closed in. But she couldn’t stay, not if she wanted to survive even a moment longer. Sh
The Blue Mountain Pack had always been home for Zoe Reed. With towering pines stretching toward the sky and the scent of fresh earth filling the air, she felt safe here. But as the sun dipped behind the horizon, her excitement grew because tomorrow, everything would change.Zoe’s heartbeat quickened as she jogged up the dirt path toward her house. Tomorrow is her eighteen birthday, and she’ll finally experience her first shift. Her wolf will be awaken, and she’ll run with her family for the first time.As she approached the house, the familiar sight of their cozy wooden cottage came into view. Smoke rose from the chimney, carrying the scent of roasted chicken and herbs. She slowed her pace, grinning at the thought of a big family dinner—the last one she’d have as just Zoe.“Zoe!” Her mother, standing on the porch with her hands on her hips, smiled as Zoe reached the steps. “You’re cutting it close. Dinner’s almost ready. You know how your brother gets if we start late.”“Yeah, he turn
The first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, waking Zoe from the most peaceful sleep she’d had in weeks. For a moment, everything felt like it always had - warm, safe, and full of promise. But today was different.Today, she will change forever.Zoe stretched, rolling out of bed, her limbs heavy with anticipation. She could still feel Nila’s presence, calm and reassuring, as though her wolf was resting patiently, waiting for the right moment to emerge. The excitement from last night lingered, but now, in the quiet of the morning, nervous energy buzzed beneath Zoe’s skin.Downstairs, the familiar scent of pancakes wafted through the air. Zoe’s mother was already up, preparing breakfast as usual, even though nothing about today felt usual.“Morning, birthday girl!” her mother greeted as Zoe shuffled into the kitchen. “Big day today. How do you feel?”“Excited,” Zoe replied, grabbing a plate of pancakes. “And maybe a little nervous. Is that normal?”Her mother smiled warmly, l