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 leaders of the packs who had been here before them, their stories of victories and losses and of wars fought in the past. One book in particular caught her interest and she picked it up. The book was very old from years of use. As she opened it the book seemed to whisper to her it's ancient secrets. She could not understand most of the writings as they were written in codes. She opened it and the first words that came to her which she could understand made her shiver. She read the words aloud even though the room was empty. “The Pure Alpha’s blood, in unity, will restore or destroy the fractured kingdom.” Her voice trailed off, she remembered her father's words, and thinking about the prophecy which she was tied to began to give her a headache. Each time she thought about it all, her thoughts always ended up drifting to her mother and how she had disappeared mysteriously years ago, all Isabella had of her now were vague memories. She didn't know why she always kept connecting her mother to the prophecy or why she was having this deep feeling that her mother's disappearance was connected to the future that was now the burden she carried. She closed the book while staring at nothing in particular. Wondering about the future of her child, the one upon whom the fate of the kingdoms rested. Suddenly, the air in the room felt totally different and Isabella felt goosebumps on her body, as if someone was in the room watching her. She stood up immediately and was ready to fight if the need arose but the room remained silent. She looked around her, her senses at alert and just then she saw it. It was a faint outline of a figure standing at the far end of a corner in the room. “Mother?” she called. This was definitely her mother as she had seen her so many times in her dreams just like this, though she looked much younger now as Isabella looked at the figure. It's lips opened but no sound came out. Isabella moved forward her feet making no sound at all on the stone floor and reached out but the figure disappeared, leaving the scene of lavender and fresh earth. "Mother?" she whispered, her voice trembling in the quiet. But there was no answer. Only silence. Isabella was shocked as the sanctuary seemed to have come alive with its memories and Isabella wondered if that was even possible. She sat down as her legs were beginning to shake and she didn't trust them to not give way under her. Her mind filled with lots of questions that she didn't have the answers to. It was now clear to Isabella that this prophecy wasn't about just protecting the child, there were a lot of things she had to first understand about the prophecy and she needed guidance on how to go about helping the child use his powers properly. She found that she was exhausted from all this thinking. She had come here away from the world to find some peace and quiet but the peace never came instead she was constantly on alert as she almost always felt she was being watched as if someone or something was waiting for the right moment to attack. Just then she had another vision, she just found that she couldn't move and images began to flash before her eyes. This time it was the vision of a child, her child. His eyes glowing with power stared back at her. With his hands to the ground the world around him seemed to move. The child had great power, a power that was raw and untamed. She saw the future in its beauty and also the destruction that could come if he wasn't properly guided on how to use his powers. The child could heal or destroy the packs. She saw it in the flames of war, in the crumbled remains of what had once been kingdoms. She saw packs fighting, dying, torn apart by their own greed, by the desires of those who sought to control the power her child would hold. But she also saw something else, hope, unity, the possibility of peace. But the weight of the future was too much. The vision shifted again, blinding her with its intensity. She saw Tristan, his eyes flashing with the same power she had seen in her child. She saw father and son together, together they had a force that was stronger than anything the world had ever known, but she also saw that they could be torn by the conflict inside them. “Oh no,” she cried, holding her head, overwhelmed by the vision. It was then she realized that the future wasn't just a promise, they would need to fight for it and it might take everything from her if she didn't tread carefully. Finally, the vision stopped. Isabellas hands shook from all that she had seen. Her child was definitely going to shape the future but she didn't know if it was going to be a future of peace or of destruction. “The destiny of the child is not in your hands. It's in your heart” She heard a voice whisper and she froze wondering who had spoken it. Was it the Moon Goddess?. She was terribly shaken from the vision and she was tired as the vision had only added more questions with no answers in sight. And the truth was, she was not ready for the future that awaited her.The evening air was cool and it wanted to rain. Isabella decided to take a walk from the sanctuary down its path leading to the edge of the forest deep in thought. The sky became dark instantly and Isabella had to hurry back before the rain would come down on her and just then she saw her.A woman was standing at the edge of the trees that were on the side of the sanctuary, she had long silver hair that was shining in the evening light. She wore a dark cloak. Isabella's heart almost stopped as she saw the woman and she watched her closely as she stepped forward, her hand already on her dager ready to use it if it became necessary.Her eyes never left the woman's face. She noticed she had a deep look in her eyes like one who had been through a lot and had lived to tell her story.“I have been waiting for the right time to reach out to you,” the woman said, though her voice was soft but Isabella didn't relax. She was still alert.Isabella paused, took a step back, her whole body tensed,
Tristan sat across from his second in command Maddock in the small cabin they dwelled on the outskirts of the territory, both of them watching the fire they had lit to keep warm. Tristans thoughts filled with thoughts of the night of the Blood Moon.He thought he had left everything behind, his pack, his past but somehow he had found himself tied to it in this prophecy that he couldn't escape. The visions, the pull he always felt towards her was something he couldn't ignore. “What's going on in that mind of yours again, You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” his friend and second in command, Maddock said, his voice pulling Tristan back to the present.“It's this prophecy man” Tristan said leaning forward. “I need to find the answers that I seek about the prophecy.”Maddock gave him a sideways glance “The one about the Pure Alpha? You’ve come a long way to begin to dig about that, Tristan. You shouldn't have gotten yourself involved in the first place.”“I didn’t choose for any of thi
Isabella made up her mind to leave the Sanctuary and go search for Tristan. Especially after Seraphinas last warning. The wind was strong and carried its sound throughout the forest and as she was getting ready to leave, she heard the sound of horse hooves. She turned quickly to know who it was that was coming to her hiding place. The rider on the horse was wearing a cloak and at first Isabella thought that it might be Seraphina again until the rider removed the hood of the cloak and she saw her.“Felicity,” she almost screamed with excitement. They had been friends since childhood and here she was at a time Isabella was at her lowest and she thought that her friend being here was a very comforting one.The horse stopped just in front of Isabella and Felicity came down from The horse, her expression wasn't what Isabella had expected.“You look... different,” Isabella said, her voice tinged with surprise. Felicity’s eyes darted across the forest as she nodded to her friend's greeting.
The full moon was up and casting shadows across the land while Alistair Blackwood stood at the edge of his private building looking over his vast packlands. He was a very tall man with little patience, his mind on the plans he had, plans that would shake the werewolf kingdom, he was just waiting for the right time to unveil them."If only she knows how much power she carries” Alistair said with a low growl that seemed to shake the room. "That child will be mine, I must make sure of that”His most trusted advisor, Henrik stood by his side. Henrik was a very sharp witted man and his reputation went before him. He looked at his Alpha and instinctively knew that he was deep in thought and that now was not a very good time to interrupt him, so he patiently waited."I will send a messenger," Alistair finally said in a very firm voice. His eyes glowing with a cold determination as he turned to look at Henrik."As soon as you find her, tell her that I demand an audience. Make sure that sh
Isabella had an unsettling feeling in her stomach. This alliance she had entered into with Alistair didn't go down well with her at all but she didn't see any other way for now. She was physically and emotionally exhausted.Jasper walked up to her his brow furrowed as he said “I don't trust him, but I can see that we didn't have much choice.” Isabella only nodded as he mind was still on the happenings during the unplanned meeting with Alistair. Alistair was a very dangerous man, he was power drunk and forming an alliance with him felt like walking into the edge of a sword, but there were too many forces to battle and Isabella felt that she needed all the help she could get.Suddenly as they were walking, they heard a loud sound like people fighting and immediately she drew her dagger ready to attack. “Stay close,” she ordered, her voice sharp as each of them moved quickly trying to know where the noise was coming from and they saw that Alistair guards had been attacked by masked fi
The night seemed to pass too slowly for Isabella as she lay awake for hours in her room in the cabin. She was physically exhausted but her mind was sharp as she kept thinking about the vision and the words of the Moon Goddess kept playing in her head.“Unite or perish.”“How did I ever find myself in all of this?” She thought. All she had ever wanted was to prove herself a worthy Alpha by earning her father's respect and also to her pack members and not this power that has been thrust upon her by fate. She wasn’t just a warrior anymore. She was a vessel for the future, a future that could either heal the werewolf kingdom or plunge it into chaos.Isabella tossed and turned in the bed as her body needed the rest badly. Suddenly there was a soft knock on her door which interrupted her thoughts.“Come in,” she said. The door opened and Felicity walked in. The same unease Isabella had noticed in her eyes during the meeting with Alpha Alistair was still there in her eyes and Isabella wond
After the whole troubling night and Felicity's company, Isabella was finally able to fall asleep and get that much needed sleep. She slept long into the morning as Felicity told Jasper about her struggle to sleep at night and they both agreed to allow her rest properly.By the time she woke up she was shocked that she had slept for so long but was also grateful for the sensitivity of her friends in allowing her to rest as she truly needed it. The pregnancy was beginning to take its toll on her mind and body and she was still holding because of her warrior and fighter instincts. She got out of bed and freshened up and went out to find Jasper and Felicity.“Good morning sleepy queen” they both chorused. Isabella only smiled .“I'm so hungry I can eat you both up now” “I left some toast for you and tea, I'll just warm it up” Felicity replied and got up to go get her breakfast while she sat down at the table.“How are you holding up?” Jasper asked with concern on his face. “I know the
Isabella couldn't share her dream with any of her friends as she had learned not to trust anyone so she kept it all to herself. Her mind went to her father’s rejection, to the pack’s whispers, and to the betrayal by her own people. They had never wanted her to lead because they believed she wasn't worthy.Suddenly, she heard a voice come through her thoughts. “Isabella.”She froze, the voice was very clear and familiar, it was Tristan's voice. “I’m coming for you.”Isabella was happy to hear from him as it felt like she could almost reach out and touch him and it gave her some form of comfort. Their connection was undeniable and she could feel it so strongly but the urgency in his words made her heart beat fast. There was a desperation to it.She wondered if they could ever be together because it seems that the world wants to tear them apart and even though his words were comforting, her doubts once again have taken over.Before she even had the time to put her thoughts together she
The fight with Edmund was over and the noise in the house was calm now. As soon as Isabella remembered that it was Felicity who had put them in this terrible situation, she became angry all over again, and to think that she had come begging for forgiveness not knowing she had other plans in her mind.Rhyke was already barking out orders to the warriors and his shout bought her back from her drifting thoughts.“Do we wait for Tristan to return, or we send a message across to him?” He asked as turned to look at her.“We'll wait, everything is under control already. No need to alarm them. But we must be on guard at every time from now on.” Isabella said.Just then Rhyke exclaimed,“We can’t let Felicity go. She has to pay for what she did.”“He's right,” Seraphina said. “If we don't use her as an example, others might try the same thing too.”Isabella’s chest tightened. Felicity had once been like a sister. Facing her, the one who’d ruined everything, made Isabella sick to her stomach. B
The sound of Edmund’s boots echoed through the hall like a warning bell. Isabella froze. Her heart stopped as the dark magic master stood in front of her. His eyes glowed with a cold, wicked satisfaction, and his evil energy filled the room like a shadow.Rhyke moved in front of her, blocking Edmund’s path. He reached for his sword, but his stance told Isabella this was no normal fight. This was something far worse.Esmund’s voice sliced through the silence. “So, this is where the mighty alpha hides, surrounded by her precious pack and her Son. Do you really think you can stop me, Isabella?” His smile was sharp, full of hate. “Felicity was just the start.”Isabella knew that Edmund was such a wicked person as they have met before but she was pregnant then, and if he didn't care about her being pregnant then, there was no way he was going to care now. His heart is filled with so much darkness. She only feared for her pack members.“We've stopped you before Edmund and we will do it a
The fractured packs had been united and there has been peace since then. But each day that passes without any issues, was like a blessing to Isabella.“What's up,” Rhyke asked. “This look on your face, tells me something is wrong.”Isabella smiled but Rhyke can see she is not happy.“The weight of having to lead, knowing that anything can happen at any moment bothers me.” She said,“Thanks Rhyke, I really appreciate your loyalty and I'm sure father would have been proud of you if he were still here.”“The pack is my family too, so no need to thank me,” he said, “We all bear the burden together with you. I have not regretted working with you because you are an excellent leader.”Isabella breathed deeply as his words comforted her.”Tristan and Leandro will be returning soon. I can't wait for them to return.”Rhyke smiled with a smirk. “You miss your man huh?” “Who wouldn't? He's a wonderful man.” Isabella said with a smile on her face."I'm sure everything will be fine till they ret
Isabella stood away from the warriors as they were training and the one person on her mind was Felicity. Rhyke had asked her to give her another chance and at that time, she agreed because of the information but now that she sees her practicing with her people, she has an odd feeling.“You still don't trust her?” Rhyke said as he was standing near here. He had followed Isabella's eyes and saw that she was looking at Felicity and there was a friend on Isabella's face.“Each time I see her, I remember her betrayal and I still think she has not changed.”As they were talking, Felicity waved in their direction as she saw Isabella looking at her and Isabella waved her back.“She's good though. She fights well,” Rhyke said. “Why don't you have a talk with her, and find out for yourself if she's changed or not.” He suggested “It's not possible to know if she is, I know my friend she's a sweet talker, but I'll try anyway.”“Let me go check on Tristan,” he said walking away.Isabella nods h
The first claw scraped against the stone like someone dragging metal over glass. He had moved fast, pushing Seraphina behind a broken pillar just as a black wolf lunged at them. The thing that followed wasn’t a wolf, not fully. It was wrong. Its bones jutted at odd angles, its eyes pitch black, and its skin moved like liquid shadow. It let out a screech that was disturbing to the ears.“These must have been born out of magic, or someone is just messing with what he doesn't understand,” he said, low and grim. “There are too many for us to fight.”The Moon Witch, the one they’d hoped would help, was already moving to the pool of water. She whispered something in an old tongue, and the water flashed bright silver before fading back to stillness. She turned to Seraphina.“You need to run. Now.”“I’m not leaving you.”The woman raised an eyebrow, not amused. “Child, you are power on the edge of chaos, they didn’t send one of them, they sent twelve. They know you are here and they want y
As the dancing and celebration was going on, Seraphina sat in a quiet corner. She could sense that this unity was about to be put to test. She remembered how she had come to know about her powers and her involvement in the prophecy.Seraphina had sat at the edge of the stream. She was barely 25, an Omega of the DarkMoon pack. She always loved coming to the stream. There was a kind of peace it gave her. It was very cold, almost snowing but she didn't mind. She just sat there listening. The water had always spoken to her. Today it whispered warnings, names, places, and secrets. It whispered something terrifying.“You have been chosen to protect the child,” it said. “The child who will end the war and save what’s left of all the clans. The child must live, or all will fall.” Seraphina blinked, as she was surprised to hear this. She didn't know what child it spoke of. She wasn’t even high-ranking or respected. She was an Omega. Lowest rank in her pack. Constantly overlooked. And yet the
After that great battle, the members of the both packs went about their daily activities in peace. And with the birth of the pure Alpha, there was great hope of a better future for the werewolf kingdom. Isabella and Tristan had called a meeting of all the packs that were willing to stand with them to build a better future. Today was the day of the meeting. Banners from each pack fluttered in the breeze, freshly sown, newly inked, lined side by side. The wolves had come. From the frozen lakes of the North, from the deserts of the South, from river clans and ancient bloodlines tucked into the mountains. They arrived, most of them with caution. Not yet sure of the promised unity.But they came. They came because of what some of them had seen and heard. Tristan stood confident at the head of the pack with the curse no longer on him, the fire in his veins turned to something calmer. They came because they’d seen Isabella, holding her son with grace and strength, her eyes sharp, her prese
There was no time for jubilation yet, they had a battle to win. Tristan, Rhyke and Leandro went to finish what they had started. They left a few of the warriors with Isabella and the baby. It was a fierce battle. The bodies of dead warriors were scattered all over the ground. Tristan stood in the midst of it all, his chest rising and falling as the rage pumped through his veins, his armor cracked while his blade was dripping. The last wave of the enemy had come against them like water on rock, and as he started to shift, something inside him had begun to take over. He could feel it, the old rage was coming back to the surface, scraping its teeth along his spine. Every strike he’d delivered on the field had come easier than the last. He had allowed the rage to take over him. His vision had started to blur again, his hands began to tremble but not from tiredness. It was the curse rising within him and he had let it.He staggered towards the altar. He could hear Leandro barking out ord
Isabella could no longer hold onto the barrier, as she began to have labor pains. The pain was intense and in the middle of the battle. Just as the battle was raging, she screamed. The scream could almost be heard through the battlefield. And The sounds of her screaming made Tristan freeze where he stood. The blood dripped from his fingers, while his chest was rising with every breath. A Storm was coming and the clouds became dark. The thunder clapped like war drums. But it was her screams, her pain, that stopped everything inside him. He turned around and immediately saw she was kneeling on the ground. Rhyke was by her side already and two other warriors near the ridge, her face was pale, and she was sweating seriously. She held her stomach with one hand while reaching out with the other one to no one in particular. “It’s time!” Rhyke shouted looking in Tristan's direction. “She’s in labor!” “Now?,” Tristan mumbled, confused. He didn't know if to keep fighting or go to