The fear in Isabella caused her skin to react to the cold night air as she was dragged through the woods. Her strength seemed to have been taken by the dark magic that had been cast upon her. She had watched as her pack members had fought so hard but the dark powers that they had brought was too much for them to handle. Edmund and his evil men didn't fight fairly. The odds had been against them and it was obvious to her that they could not win this fight.The darkness that had surrounded them was too much and Edmund looked like a crazy man consumed by power. She had seen the fear in the warrior's eyes, in Rhyke, and even Tristan, even though they all had fought so hard, and Isabella's heart had been torn apart. She could not bear to see her people go through all that pain. She was their leader and it was her responsibility to care for her people and their safety. So she had willingly given herself to him, it was clear what he wanted was her and the child and she could not bear to lo
Isabella had been rescued but just as Seraphina had said. They had begun to prepare ahead for the storms that were coming. Edmund was just a dark force they had defeated. They knew he would come again. There were more of them. If they were to save their kingdom from people like Edmund they need to begin fighting as one to destroy everything that is threatening the kingdoms.They sent out messages to all the loyal packs and they began to form an alliance of loyal packs in order to defeat all the terrible, wicked and rogue gangs. After the defeat of Edmund, he had called on Alistair of the Eagle claw pack and Declan Hawke of the Red Fang pack and made a deal with both of them. They are to cause a war and fight the Lunaris pack. The plan is to weaken her and the pack so that Edmund can strike again immediately after the fight. One cool evening, Isabella was having a meeting with her beta Rhyke, when Felicity came in. Isabella wondered why she was here again. The last time Felicity was
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Isabella had been rescued but just as Seraphina had said. They had begun to prepare ahead for the storms that were coming. Edmund was just a dark force they had defeated. They knew he would come again. There were more of them. If they were to save their kingdom from people like Edmund they need to begin fighting as one to destroy everything that is threatening the kingdoms.They sent out messages to all the loyal packs and they began to form an alliance of loyal packs in order to defeat all the terrible, wicked and rogue gangs. After the defeat of Edmund, he had called on Alistair of the Eagle claw pack and Declan Hawke of the Red Fang pack and made a deal with both of them. They are to cause a war and fight the Lunaris pack. The plan is to weaken her and the pack so that Edmund can strike again immediately after the fight. One cool evening, Isabella was having a meeting with her beta Rhyke, when Felicity came in. Isabella wondered why she was here again. The last time Felicity was
The fear in Isabella caused her skin to react to the cold night air as she was dragged through the woods. Her strength seemed to have been taken by the dark magic that had been cast upon her. She had watched as her pack members had fought so hard but the dark powers that they had brought was too much for them to handle. Edmund and his evil men didn't fight fairly. The odds had been against them and it was obvious to her that they could not win this fight.The darkness that had surrounded them was too much and Edmund looked like a crazy man consumed by power. She had seen the fear in the warrior's eyes, in Rhyke, and even Tristan, even though they all had fought so hard, and Isabella's heart had been torn apart. She could not bear to see her people go through all that pain. She was their leader and it was her responsibility to care for her people and their safety. So she had willingly given herself to him, it was clear what he wanted was her and the child and she could not bear to lo
Tristan was not having a great day at all today. After his last encounter with the Moon Goddess, where he was made to understand what he must do to break the curse. He had been thinking about it a lot. He thought to send a message to her about the need to not let her guard down at all. So he sent for Leandro.As soon as Leandro saw him he sensed something was wrong. “What disturbs you my Alpha,"“I don't know why I keep having this feeling of an attack on Isabella and her pack. I need you to send a messenger to her, with a letter that I will write to her. She needs to be prepared."“Did you see anything again? Did the Moon Goddess warn you about anything?" Leandro asked, looking very serious. For he knew Tristan and this was no ordinary feeling. Something must have caused him to feel the way he is feeling now.“I honestly don't know why, Leandro. Yes, I had a visit from the Goddess herself but it had nothing to do with Isabella being in danger." “Well if you strongly feel this way,
Edmund Drake was a very evil force and he was feared in all of the werewolf kingdom. Just mentioning his name put fear in the minds of the people and no one of the packs who still lived by the laws of the werewolf kingdom before the rot in the kingdoms began, ever wanted to have anything to do with him. They all avoided him. Rogue Alphas and packs like that of Alistair Blackwood and Declan Hawke are the kind of people that at one time or the other have entered into some form of alliance with him as they are all driven by the same thing ... .greed for power. But he wasn't a man to be messed with. No one dared cross his path. Edmund had called for a meeting across all of the werewolf kingdom, of all his people who worked for him. As soon as Isabella's child's power awakened he knew and sensed it and wanted to plan with his people so they could attack and capture her when the time was right. All his creatures of dark forces began to arrive at the meeting venue One after the other. Som