Alpha Thane stood at the edge of his bedroom window, gazing out at the courtyard. The sun was just rising, casting a warm glow over his face, illuminating his facial features contorted in worry. He turned away from the window, his eyes falling on his Luna, Omah, who lay sleeping in their bed. She looked even more beautiful as she slept, her long, black hair stretched out on the pillow behind her. But despite her beauty, charm and grace, Thane couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment that had been growing inside him for the past four months.Omah had been unable to conceive, despite their frequent attempts. "Give it time, Thane," Drena had said, when he told her about his worries on her last visit, "it's just been a few months, don't get yourself worked up." But her words had done nothing to put Thane's mind at ease. The urgency to sire a child and fulfill the prophecy was growing by the day, especially after the last attack by Villapaw barely a month after his wedding. This time
The room was silent for very long, as Thane pondered on Omah's suggestion. He took her hands, his eyes locking onto hers. "That may be an option, but it's not one I'm willing to take. I don't want to replace you with another." A sad smile crossed Omah's lips, but her expression remained resolute and her voice was steady as she spoke. "I appreciate this - you not wanting to replace me; but the choice may just be beyond your will my Alpha. When I married you I was well aware of what is expected of your mate. We are all familiar with the words of the prophecy. I know how crucial it is for you to have a child, an heir to secure the future of our clan. And if I'm unable to conceive..." She paused, her eyes welling up with tears. "I won't hold you back, Thane. I won't be the reason our clan suffers."Thane's face contorted in a mixture of emotions – shock, guilt, and concern. He pulled Omah into a tight embrace, holding her close. "You're not to blame, Omah. This isn't your fault."But Om
Lylah stood in the doorway of her room, watching the corridor beyond. She had been in the mansion for over three months, but each day she felt like a stranger in it. The walls were bland and intimidating, and the stolid men that stood guard around the perimeter round the clock did nothing to cheer up the atmosphere. Lylah had tried to make small talk with them a few times before, but their uninviting glares and unwelcome grunts had discouraged her, and these days she would content herself with watching them, waiting to see if anything would come up to create just the slightest distraction so that she could find a way to slip through the gates, but no such mistake ever occurred.Lylah sighed, her hand instinctively going to her belly. The pregnancy had reached its fourth month, and the changes in her body were becoming more pronounced. Justine had been overjoyed when he learnt that she was pregnant, moreso when the private doctor he hired for her gave them the news that she was carryi
Lying on her bed, and looking up at the blank ceiling, Lylah's head was pounding, her forehead awkwardly puckered with anger. What was Justine up to? Because if he wasn't up to anything, why would he keep her locked up here like a prisoner? She thought about Ravenhurst, then Lunarville. Might there be a chance that someone was out searching for her? Would Shay hear that she never made it to Galenstar, and that she wasn't in Lunarville either? Would anyone come to save her from her current situation? The sound of footsteps echoed outside her room, and she sat up, her eyes narrowing as the door opened and Justine entered."You don't even knock, these days." Lylah said, her tone laced with annoyance. Justine sat down calmly in the chair beside her bed, his expression serene. "Lylah, What exactly is your problem?" he asked, ignoring her remark. Lylah's tone was incredulous. "My problem, you ask?" "Yes, your problem." Justine added, his voice smooth but firm. "I should say I expected s
Dr. Ganner's voice carried from the far end of the corridor where he stood making a phone call. From the frantic wave of his hand and his agitated pacing Lylah could see that whatever it is he was discussing with the person at the other end of the phone was clearly disturbing. Lylah walked out towards him, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air. Dr. Ganner's expression hardened as he saw her approaching him. This wasn't surprising to Lylah. The doctor always acted uncomfortable when she was around him, but Lylah didn't mind, the feeling was mutual. Her discomfort around him had only increased, especially since he'd injected her with the serum that shrinked her from her werewolf form at their first meeting. Dr. Ganner hung up the phone as Lylah reached him, flashing a quick, forced smile. "Taking a walk, are we?" he asked, nodding towards her. Lylah returned the nod. "Walking towards you, actually. Is everything alright? You seemed...upset on the phone."Dr. Ganner's expressi
The Great Hall in Lunarville's Alphahold was shrouded in an air of solemnity, the weight of the clan's fate hanging precariously in the balance. The councillors, seated around the long wooden table, wore grave expressions, their eyes etched with concern. Discomfort clung to the atmosphere like a damp mist, heavy with unspoken fears.Thane's seat at the head of the table was empty, but all the other Councillors were seated. A few of them were exchanging worried whispers in hushed tones. Councillor Tudor's voice was barely audible, but his words sent a ripple of unease through the gathering. "It would seem that their next move is a full-scale attack..." His eyes darted nervously around the table, while those who heard his remark nodded gravely. "We will have to do something about this Villapaw nuisance once and for all." The Chief scout, seated just beside him, added. Chief Candar's face was pale, his brow furrowed in worry. "And on top of it all, there's no sign of the Promised child,
NEW YORK CITY The sterile smell of the delivery room filtered into Lylah's nose as she regained consciousness. Her eyes felt too weak to open, and her body too heavy to stir. The soft beeping of machines and a faint humming noise from above reminded her of where she was. Still at the mansion - definitely, but in another room which Justine had set up for her delivery some days earlier, and into which she had been ushered when her water broke the previous night. She tried to lift her head, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, and her head dropped back onto the pillow. Her movements alerted the doctor, who had been adjusting the drip on her left hand. He stooped low, examining her closely. Lylah made no further effort to open her eyes, her attention had been drawn to the voices coming to her. Dr. Ganner and Justine sounded absorbed in their conversation, which echoed through the room in hushed tones. Lylah listened intently. Dr. Ganner's voice was barely audible, but his words sen
LUNARVILLE CLANThe evening air was serenaded by a soft wind as the day drew to a close. The scent of roasting meat and baking bread wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of children's giggles and their parents' voices calling them in for dinner.A young messenger, clad in the traditional attire of the Lunarville runners, stood in the courtyard of the Alphahold with a quiet sense of purpose. He stood there for a while, before the door to the living room was opened by a guard standing in front of it. Inside, Thane was seated on a couch, studying a piece of paper by the glowing fire in the chimney. The messenger bowed deeply to him. "Alpha Thane," he began, his voice low and respectful. "Councillor Tudor, the Chief Scout, and Chief Candar have returned from the Heartwood Forest."Thane looked up sharply. "How soon can they come in?""In fifteen minutes, Sir, they went to their houses for a bit of food and a change of clothes." Thane nodded. "Let them get here soon as they're
The sight of Justine's figure in the open doorway made Lylah's heart sink, her alarm turning into terror as she realized that with this intrusion all her effort to convince Kael and make him see reason - which seemed to be working - might just be washed down the drain with Justine's sudden appearance. Justine took a few steps inside, his eyes scanning the room with an air of authority. Lylah stood up abruptly, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead as Justine's gaze settled on her."What have you two been discussing?" Justine asked, his voice cold and detached.Lylah tried to brace herself, her voice firm despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm her. "What I discuss with my son is none of your business, Justine."Justine's smile was a thin, cruel line. "As long as you're in my house, it's very much my business.""Ha!" Lylah exclaimed, her eyes flashing with anger. "Your house?" She shrieked. "Like I asked to be locked up in this glorified prison! Why don't you call your guards
Lylah stood outside Kael's room, her hand hovering over the door handle as she gathered her thoughts. She still felt groggy and tired from the uneasy sleep she'd had the night before, however her conversation with Angela had sparked a determination within her. She took a deep breath, her resolve solidifying, and knocked on the door.The door swung open, and Kael stood before her in a bathrobe, wiping his damp hair with a towel. A warm smile spread across his face as he caught sight of her. "Mom." He beamed, "How are you? I stopped by your room last night to check on you, but there was no answer when I knocked."Lylah forced a smile. "Everything's fine, sweetheart. I was just out for a walk in the yard."Kael's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing as he searched her face. Despite her reassurance, the tension in her shoulders and the faint crease between her eyebrows betrayed her true emotions. "You look a bit troubled," he said, his voice gentle. "Do you want to come in and sit do
The sky above had darkened to a deep shade of indigo as Lylah spoke, and stars were beginning to twinkle like diamonds scattered across the canvas of the universe. The air had grown cooler, bringing back the scent of damp earth and the distant hint of rain. Angela stood facing Lylah, taking in the outlines of her face in the bright lights surrounding them, a lot of questions on her mind. She reached out and took Lylah's hand. It was soft and tender. Angela squeezed it gently, as though trying to convey her support and understanding without words."Well, what happened then? How did you manage?" She asked, keeping her voice as soft and encouraging as possible. "It wasn't easy at all," Lylah said, gazing down at her feet which was beginning to hurt. "Naturally my parents were summoned. It was a very uncomfortable scene. My mother was disappointed, yes, but wanted me to just say the truth so that she could find a way to help me. My father on the other hand, well, I think his anger was m
The pale sun was now dipping below the horizon, transforming the lawn into a warm, golden oasis. Sharp lights flickered to life all over the mansion, casting a gentle glow over the lush greenery and the delicate flowers waving up into the sky.Lylah stood watching them, her hands folded over her chest, and her eyes fixed on Angela's face as she pondered whether she could trust her. The fading light danced across Angela's features, illuminating her hazel eyes and bold smile. Lylah's heart swelled with a mix of emotions - fear, uncertainty, yet a deep longing for connection."My life has been a series of events that I never could have imagined," she began, blinking at the dahlias which were swaying lightly in the evening breeze. "You must know by now that I grew up among my kin, werewolves, that is?" She asked, turning to look intently at Angela, who nodded vigorously. "Well," she continued, averting her gaze once more, "I had only heard of other humans who weren't werewolves in storie
The heavy rain that had been falling for most of the day had stopped at late afternoon, leaving behind a faint scent of wet earth and a sky that was slowly clearing. A weak sun had appeared in the sky, casting a pale glow over the mansion's lawn, where droplets of water clung to the blades of grass like tiny diamonds. The automated gate swung open to receive Angela as she walked in, stepping gingerly on the gravel path. As she approached the lawn, she spotted Lylah standing at the far end, strands of her long hair being blown into her face by the soft breeze that followed the rain. Lylah was gazing out absent-mindedly at the flowers that bloomed in soft hues of pink and yellow. There was a distant expression on her face as she looked at the flowers, as though she wasn't seeing them at all. Angela's heart swelled with a mix of curiosity and empathy as she drew closer to her. Her thoughts had been reeling from the conversation she had with Kael, all the while contemplating what he sai
Kael's expression was guarded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he shifted uncomfortably on the bed. The way the visit was unfolding was definitely different from the picture he'd had in his mind all day. He felt like he'd rather not talk about his mother, but Angela's expectant stare and the resolute twist of her lips conveyed to him that he had no choice. He heaved a sigh, and started. "My mom has her issues. Thing is, she can be a bit paranoid sometimes, most of the time, really," he said, his voice low and hesitant.Angela's gaze remained steady, her eyes locked on his. "Paranoid?" she repeated, her voice neutral. "In what way?" Kael looked up at the white ceiling, squinting his eyes at the lights becoming more pronounced in the room now that the rays of the sun was dying away. "Has to do with her history, and the circumstances surrounding my birth, I think. She's always been a bit...overprotective, I guess. And Father...Justine, he's just trying to keep us safe."He looked down t
NEW YORK The large laboratory on the second floor had seen increased activity over the course of the months. It had actually been converted into a state-of-the-art research facility, its sleek workstations and cutting-edge equipment a testament to Justine's commitment to his mission. The soft glow of the overhead lights lit up the place, though it was nothing compared to the brightness of the morning light filtering unobscured through the large large glass windows. Serious-faced technicians in white lab coats moved around the expanse of the room, each focused on his task. At the far end of the room, behind a small table sat Justine, his gaze steady on the laptop in front of him. Beside him sat Kael, eyes glued on the screen as well, taking in all he was doing. Occasionally Justine would explain and point out some things, while Kael would nod, his face set in the most intense concentration. This intense focus, however, was ruffled when towards midday the door opened and a petite-lo
"Roughly eighteen years ago, my brother, Ryker, the Alpha of Lunarville, died." Thane began, his voice echoing through the great hall. "Surely many of you sent your condolences when this happened, and some even came to console me in person. But the fact remains that most of you have been running with the narrative that he died from a horrible accident while hunting." Thane chuckled slightly, a dry, mirthful sound. Then he stretched out his right hand and picked up one of the silver bullets sitting idly in the tray in front of him and held it up. The room was silent, the Alphas' eyes fixed on the bullet as if mesmerized."It was this bullet that killed my brother," he said, his voice low and measured, "Ryker met his death at this hands of this little object in my hand." The room erupted into a cacophony of shocked gasps, horrified whispers, and stunned silence.Alpha Asher's eyes widened in horror, his face pale. "How on earth did someone deep in the werewolf realm come to be shot wi
LUNARVILLE CLAN The warm rays of sunlight filtered through the large open windows of the great hall in Lunarville, illuminating the long table and chairs that had been arranged for the Alpha Convention. Thane, the host Alpha, sat at the head of the table, discussing in low tones with Alpha Billam who was sitting beside him, their voices barely audible as they waited for the other Alphas standing around in discussion and personal greetings to take their seats. Alpha Asher of Ravenhurst, much more advanced in age, walked slowly towards the table. His frail body was supported by Cormac, his son and Ravenhurst's next Alpha. His silver hair was thinning, and his eyes didn't appear as sharp as it used to be. He nodded briefly at Thane and Billam, who returned the gesture respectfully. Cormac didn't spare Thane as much as a glance; he just helped his father into a seat, then turned and left the hall. Next to sit was Alpha Walter of Waterville, who, immediately he sat, started asking Alpha