Blood moon encounter(The prophecy unveiled)
Isabella in the heat of the moment still held onto her dagger. “You’re not from our pack and you obviously are trespassing.” She said in a steady voice even though her heart was pounding in her chest. He bent his head slightly amused at her statement. “I'm very much aware of whose lands I presently stand on,” he said. “Such arrogance” Isabella thought” She stood her ground, neither moving nor blinking but her wolf kept jumping beneath her skin, restless. He took another step forward effortlessly and for some reason she couldn't understand, his scent intrigued her. “Who are you?” she demanded. He smiled lazily, “Tristan Wolfe.” The name sent a shock through her. She knew that name. Everyone did. The rogue Alpha. His name was whispered amongst the packs as a wolf who answered to no one, obeyed no rules and he was feared. Her stance stiffened. “You need to leave.” Tristan didn’t move. “Or what?” he asked mockingly. Isabella immediately placed her hand on her dagger as she replied “Or you leave me with no other choice than to make you.” He chuckled like Isabella's threat amused him. “I'd love to see how you do it” he said. His arrogance annoyed Isabella and without thinking she attacked him but as fast as she was, he was faster and he caught her wrist taking the dagger from her. His touch sent strange waves through her body which surprised Isabella. A gasp escaped from her mouth. She saw the look of surprise in his eyes meaning he had felt it too. They both stood looking at each other as if they have been rooted to the spot. For a second they both felt like the world had stopped, the tension between them building up as the strange force that was pulling them both seemed to be tying the knot harder. It felt more than an attraction, it was deeper and something neither of them can explain. Tristan watched her, his expression unreadable. The night had never felt so charged. The Blood Moon rising cast an unnatural glow over the forest. With a smirk on his face he said breaking the tension between them. “I know you can feel it” Isabella trying to recover from the shock replied “I have no idea what you are talking about, you need to leave now.” His silver eyes gleamed as he smiled and said “Liar.” Her fingers twitched, itching to throw her dagger, just to wipe that look off his face. But she couldn’t deny the truth that she had felt something and it made her terribly afraid. Tristan watched her face with amusement as it was clear that she felt it from the uneasy look on her face. “Why are you denying it?” In that moment Isabella hated him for saying the truth about how she felt but she couldn't give in to such a feeling at this time in her life. She’d spent her life fighting for a place in her pack, proving herself in a world that never let her be more than what they wanted her to be. She had no space in her life for something like this and especially not with him. Tristan didn’t step back and neither did she, the air between them was charged, every breath thick with something neither of them could name. Isabella willed herself to push him away, to put a distance between them, but her body wouldn’t listen. Tristan smirked as if he knew. “This is interesting,” he mused, studying her with far too much amusement. She gritted her teeth. “Let me go.” “You’re not even trying to move.” Her jaw tightened. Then, suddenly, a sound. A growl in the distance. Tristan tensed, his amusement vanishing as his eyes flicked toward the shadows beyond the clearing. Isabella felt it too, the shift in the air, the presence of something not just watching, but hunting. Without thinking, they moved at the same time. Both of them moving immediately in a ready position, their senses sharp and alert. The trees trembled. Then they came. Shadows poured from the forest, wolves, but not of her pack. Their eyes glowed unnaturally under the Blood Moon, their movements wrong, twisted. Not rogues. Not pack wolves. Something else. Tristan cursed under his breath. “That’s new.” Isabella didn’t have time to question it. The first attacker lunged, and she met it head-on. The fight was brutal and fast. She moved with practiced precision, slicing through the chaos with every calculated strike. Tristan fought beside her, his movements wild but deadly, a force of nature she hadn’t expected. They moved in sync, their bodies reacting to each other without thought. They were finally able to subdue and kill all the wolves. Isabella wiped the blood from her blade as she breathed heavily after such an intense fight. She turned to him. "These aren't rogues," she said, Tristan didn’t answer immediately as he was already kneeling beside one of the wolves. Isabella quickly joined him and she was shocked at the sight before her. The wolf’s eyes didn't look natural at all. “I've seen this before,” he said calmly. “These wolves don't look like they belong to a pack. Didn't you notice how they were fighting like they’re being controlled, no scent of free will.” A shiver ran down her spine as that was exactly what she had felt in the battle. These wolves weren’t fighting for themselves. They were fighting for something, someone, else. Her father needed to know. “I have to inform …..” she started but Tristan cut in “You’re not going back yet,” and her head snapped immediately towards him and she caught him watching her. The connection between them returned, stronger this time and undeniable. She should have stepped away or ignored the way her body reacted in response but she couldn't and just then he reached for her and she didn’t stop him. His fingers grazed her skin, slow and deliberate. The heat burning where he touched with intensity spreading like wildfire. Her breath stopped and Tristan’s smirk softened, just slightly. “I don’t think this is just about the Blood Moon,” he said. She should have had the sense to deny it or push him away, instead, she did the one thing she knew she would regret. She leaned in and the moment their lips met, the world around them seemed to explode and in that instant nothing else seemed to matter. As Isabella got up trying to put herself together and wondering how she had been callous enough to have allowed something like this to happen between them, the sky shifted. A sudden flash of red light illuminated the clearing, brighter than before, as if the Blood Moon itself had decided to speak. Isabella’s vision blurred for a second and the world around her twisted, not in reality, but in something deeper, something older than time itself. Then came the whisper, soft and ancient. "Two Alphas shall bond and a Pure Alpha will be born to mend the broken packs.” She heard someone call her name but she seemed to not be in control of her body anymore. “Isabella!!” Tristan called to her as he tried to steady her all the while wondering what was wrong with her and just as it had begun the vision ended. She turned to see Tristan staring at her with concern on his face. His silver eyes were locked on hers, his expression unreadable. “Did you hear it? She asked. “Heard what?” Tristan asked. A chill ran through her bones. Because she knew, deep in her soul, that something even she couldn't control was taking place and that whatever it was, there was no turning back.Tristan woke up suddenly, he was sweating profusely. The dream had felt too real. He got out of bed rubbing a hand on his head as he tried to make sense of the dream or vision, whatever it could be called. In it he had seen a child, his eyes too bright, his voice too strong. A child that called to something deep inside him. He swung his legs over the edge of the makeshift bed he’d claimed for himself, his muscles tensed as he tried to shake the feeling off, but it wouldn’t leave. He wasn’t the kind of man to dwell on such things. He was a rogue, he answered to no one and didn't play by any rules. He was a man who didn't believe power was given by fate but that it had to be taken. And yet, his fists clenched. He had felt something in that vision, something that had unsettled him. Just then there was a knock on his makeshift cabin door. It was his second in command, Maddox. “Tristan, what happened to you? You look like someone who just saw a ghost” he said, noticing the expre
The Lunaris pack had just withstood the most devastating attack. Buildings had been burnt and destroyed, it lay in ruins. They had lost a lot of warriors. As Isabella walked through it all, her heart was heavy. They had defended their home with everything they had and yet it lay in ruins. Lives lost and families left to begin to pick up the pieces of their lives again from scratch. The healers did their best to attend to everyone who needed attending to, but even they were beginning to be exhausted as they worked tirelessly round the clock. The attack had been too precise to be taken at face value. As far as she was concerned it wasn't a random attack. She believed it wasn't a rogue attack. They are dealing with a much greater and powerful enemy. She searched immediately for her father and found him at the central post near the pack's entry. He was with some of his best warriors. His posture was rigid, as he stood looking for survivors. She walked up to her father with slow but deli
Alpha Leclair stared at Isabella and then asked in a thunderous voice, “What is this I hear, Isabella?” “What did you hear, father?” Isabella asked in return. Alpha Leclair was mad with fury “Don't test me young girl” he said in a low and menacingly controlled voice. “Is it true that you are pregnant?”At that point she didn't see the need to keep stalling but she also knew that her father's anger at this point could burn the whole house down if she told him the truth but she didn't have a choice. “It's true father” Isabella said, unable to look her father in the eyes. “Who is the father?” He asked in a voice that showed he was doing all that he could at that point to control his anger and Isabella knew that one stupid answer could bring down her father's wrath on her, but how could she tell him that the child she was carrying was for a rogue alpha. “Who?” he asked again. Her pulse pounded. “Tristan Wolfe.” she replied in a barely audible voice. Alpha Leclair was stunn
When Isabella was taking her things to leave after the argument with her father, she did not waste her time in thinking he would come to his senses and stop her, because she knew he wouldn’t. She had always known somehow that this day would come though she hadn't known it would be under such circumstances.She went to get her horse whom she had named Luna. The horse was strong and silver grey in color. Isabella took one last look at the packs surroundings just before she left its boundaries. She wasn't happy leaving the pack in this way but her father had left her with no other choice than to choose her child over the pack. She must protect the child and find a way to unite the fractured packs and save the dying werewolf kingdom. Her only comfort being that she would have Tristan by her side as she rode out of the gates on her horse, but as she rode on her horse away from the pack and into the forest, she couldn't help the feeling that there were dark forces hiding in the darkness of
Despite Jasper's answers, Isabella was still not convinced and she asked him again "Why?” Her voice was soft but sharp with curiosity. “Why help me?”Jasper simply replied saying “I have heard about the prophecy and what is coming scares me, and you are a part of it. The least I can do is to help protect you”“The enemies of a new and united werewolf kingdom are everywhere and they will stop at nothing to stop all these from happening.”“Who are these enemies?” she asked He shook his head. “I don’t know yet, but they’re closer than you think. Be careful.”As he was leaving he turned to her and said in a voice laced with warning. “Trust no one, Isabella. Not even those you think you can.”As Jasper left, Isabella was bored and she began to walk around the sanctuary until she came to a room filled with books. The room smelt damp and the books were all old obviously from age and use. As she looked through the books she found that they were filled with books and ancient texts from
Isabella, the daughter of Alpha Leclair was on the training field. She moved with great precision and skill, very quick and she didn't look or feel tired even though it was an intense fight. Her packmates on the training ground, watching her every move with great admiration. Most of them envied her and wished they could fight like her. Her opponent attacked, he was a big warrior with broad chest, battle-hardened warrior, with years of experience but Isabella outsmarted him effortlessly, she moved on her feet and her braided hair flung out like a whip behind her. She dodged his every move very well and hit him on his ribs with her elbow causing the warrior to cry out with pain, but Isabella didn’t give him time to recover. She turned around quickly, sweeping his legs from under him, making him fall on the ground and before he could gather himself she was on top of him, her dagger on his throat. The crowd of people who had stopped their own training to watch her clapped. “She’s incre
Despite Jasper's answers, Isabella was still not convinced and she asked him again "Why?” Her voice was soft but sharp with curiosity. “Why help me?”Jasper simply replied saying “I have heard about the prophecy and what is coming scares me, and you are a part of it. The least I can do is to help protect you”“The enemies of a new and united werewolf kingdom are everywhere and they will stop at nothing to stop all these from happening.”“Who are these enemies?” she asked He shook his head. “I don’t know yet, but they’re closer than you think. Be careful.”As he was leaving he turned to her and said in a voice laced with warning. “Trust no one, Isabella. Not even those you think you can.”As Jasper left, Isabella was bored and she began to walk around the sanctuary until she came to a room filled with books. The room smelt damp and the books were all old obviously from age and use. As she looked through the books she found that they were filled with books and ancient texts from
When Isabella was taking her things to leave after the argument with her father, she did not waste her time in thinking he would come to his senses and stop her, because she knew he wouldn’t. She had always known somehow that this day would come though she hadn't known it would be under such circumstances.She went to get her horse whom she had named Luna. The horse was strong and silver grey in color. Isabella took one last look at the packs surroundings just before she left its boundaries. She wasn't happy leaving the pack in this way but her father had left her with no other choice than to choose her child over the pack. She must protect the child and find a way to unite the fractured packs and save the dying werewolf kingdom. Her only comfort being that she would have Tristan by her side as she rode out of the gates on her horse, but as she rode on her horse away from the pack and into the forest, she couldn't help the feeling that there were dark forces hiding in the darkness of
Alpha Leclair stared at Isabella and then asked in a thunderous voice, “What is this I hear, Isabella?” “What did you hear, father?” Isabella asked in return. Alpha Leclair was mad with fury “Don't test me young girl” he said in a low and menacingly controlled voice. “Is it true that you are pregnant?”At that point she didn't see the need to keep stalling but she also knew that her father's anger at this point could burn the whole house down if she told him the truth but she didn't have a choice. “It's true father” Isabella said, unable to look her father in the eyes. “Who is the father?” He asked in a voice that showed he was doing all that he could at that point to control his anger and Isabella knew that one stupid answer could bring down her father's wrath on her, but how could she tell him that the child she was carrying was for a rogue alpha. “Who?” he asked again. Her pulse pounded. “Tristan Wolfe.” she replied in a barely audible voice. Alpha Leclair was stunn
The Lunaris pack had just withstood the most devastating attack. Buildings had been burnt and destroyed, it lay in ruins. They had lost a lot of warriors. As Isabella walked through it all, her heart was heavy. They had defended their home with everything they had and yet it lay in ruins. Lives lost and families left to begin to pick up the pieces of their lives again from scratch. The healers did their best to attend to everyone who needed attending to, but even they were beginning to be exhausted as they worked tirelessly round the clock. The attack had been too precise to be taken at face value. As far as she was concerned it wasn't a random attack. She believed it wasn't a rogue attack. They are dealing with a much greater and powerful enemy. She searched immediately for her father and found him at the central post near the pack's entry. He was with some of his best warriors. His posture was rigid, as he stood looking for survivors. She walked up to her father with slow but deli
Tristan woke up suddenly, he was sweating profusely. The dream had felt too real. He got out of bed rubbing a hand on his head as he tried to make sense of the dream or vision, whatever it could be called. In it he had seen a child, his eyes too bright, his voice too strong. A child that called to something deep inside him. He swung his legs over the edge of the makeshift bed he’d claimed for himself, his muscles tensed as he tried to shake the feeling off, but it wouldn’t leave. He wasn’t the kind of man to dwell on such things. He was a rogue, he answered to no one and didn't play by any rules. He was a man who didn't believe power was given by fate but that it had to be taken. And yet, his fists clenched. He had felt something in that vision, something that had unsettled him. Just then there was a knock on his makeshift cabin door. It was his second in command, Maddox. “Tristan, what happened to you? You look like someone who just saw a ghost” he said, noticing the expre
Blood moon encounter(The prophecy unveiled)Isabella in the heat of the moment still held onto her dagger. “You’re not from our pack and you obviously are trespassing.” She said in a steady voice even though her heart was pounding in her chest. He bent his head slightly amused at her statement. “I'm very much aware of whose lands I presently stand on,” he said.“Such arrogance” Isabella thought” She stood her ground, neither moving nor blinking but her wolf kept jumping beneath her skin, restless. He took another step forward effortlessly and for some reason she couldn't understand, his scent intrigued her. “Who are you?” she demanded. He smiled lazily, “Tristan Wolfe.” The name sent a shock through her. She knew that name. Everyone did. The rogue Alpha. His name was whispered amongst the packs as a wolf who answered to no one, obeyed no rules and he was feared. Her stance stiffened. “You need to leave.” Tristan didn’t move. “Or what?” he asked mockingly. Isabell
Isabella, the daughter of Alpha Leclair was on the training field. She moved with great precision and skill, very quick and she didn't look or feel tired even though it was an intense fight. Her packmates on the training ground, watching her every move with great admiration. Most of them envied her and wished they could fight like her. Her opponent attacked, he was a big warrior with broad chest, battle-hardened warrior, with years of experience but Isabella outsmarted him effortlessly, she moved on her feet and her braided hair flung out like a whip behind her. She dodged his every move very well and hit him on his ribs with her elbow causing the warrior to cry out with pain, but Isabella didn’t give him time to recover. She turned around quickly, sweeping his legs from under him, making him fall on the ground and before he could gather himself she was on top of him, her dagger on his throat. The crowd of people who had stopped their own training to watch her clapped. “She’s incre