K A I D AI don’t stop running.My breath is sharp, my pulse erratic, my mind locked onto a single thought:She’s here.The scent is pulling me forward, leading me deeper into the ruins, past the crumbling stone and the echoes of battle still raging behind me. I know Octavius and the others are fighting, I know we haven’t won yet—but none of that matters right now.Because I can feel it.My sister.Somewhere in this hell, Korra is alive.A snarl rips through the air.Two wolves leap at me from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.I react on instinct.The first one lunges for my throat, but I’m faster. I drop low, twisting under him before grabbing his hind leg mid-air and swinging him into the ruins. His body crashes through the stone, debris collapsing over him.The second wolf is already coming for me.Teeth bared. Claws slashing.I meet him head-on, our bodies colliding in a brutal clash of muscle and rage.He’s strong. But I’m stronger.He slashes at my ribs, claws dig
K A I D A Kaida walks slowly, her arm wrapped firmly around Korra’s waist, supporting her sister’s weakened frame. So she seems physically strong, Kaida can pick up the faint scent of Wolfsbane off her, it was all over the cell as well and Kaida is certain Lucien had flooded the air with it to keep her abilities suppressed."Are you okay...?" Kaida asks worriedly, being sure to keep her sister steady and maintain her balance."I'm okay... I just need fresh air..." She answers, her voice hoarse as she lets out slow breaths.Korra is strong... stronger than her. Kaida has always known that, but right now, her body trembles with every step, her muscles struggling to carry her after years in captivity. Her once-powerful stance is reduced to unsteady footing, her breathing laboured.Still, she is here. She is alive.That’s all that matters.Kaida tightens her grip, feeling Korra lean into her slightly as they make their way toward the others. Her sister is unbroken, but she is not unscath
K A I D AKorra’s growl is cold and deadly, silencing the entire forest and everything in it. Everyone is on edge… Jace, Valerie, the others… but no one moves. No one dares to.Because we all feel it.The rage rolling off of her, thick and dangerous, her silver eyes glowing with barely restrained fury.She looks ready to kill him. Fear floods its way into my body. I knew my sister had always been dangerous. What more after all these years in captivity, what more that she is now a Lycan. Who knows the horrors she has been subjected to? Who knows what she’s seen? I no longer know what she is capable of doing, and so no matter what happens, I need to try and keep her calm.“Korra,” I say, carefully, taking a few steps towards her to try and enter her line of vision. “Please calm down…”She doesn’t look at me.She only stares at Octavius, her breathing slow for now but the longer she stares at him, the more it elevates. Her hands are clenched at her sides, shaking slightly as her body vi
The journey back is long and heavy with silence.Korra rides beside me, her posture tense, her gaze locked onto the rolling landscape ahead of us. She hasn’t spoken much since we left the ruins, and I don’t blame her.She’s processing.All of it.Being free. Being alive. Seeing us all again.Coming home.I glance at her, my chest tightening. Does she even remember this place as home?The others are spread out, surrounding us as we move toward the Xarano Packhouse. Octavius rides close to my other side, his presence steady, grounding, and I feel Jace somewhere behind us, keeping a protective eye on everything.The scent of the Xarano border hits first, rich with pine and earth, with the familiar presence of a pack that once belonged to us both.Korra’s fingers twitch. I notice the slight hitch in her breathing.She feels it too.The gates come into view, tall and strong, the Xarano emblem carved deep into the wooden surface. The guards stationed at the front straighten the moment they
Korra sits on the edge of the bed, freshly showered, hair damp, skin free of the dirt and grime from that hellhole.She looks better.Not just physically, but in the way she carries herself now. Her shoulders are no longer hunched, her body no longer weighed down by chains—literal or otherwise.But there’s still something in her eyes.A ghost.Something Lucien left behind.I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest. “Feeling better?”She lets out a slow breath, rolling her shoulders as if testing her body for weakness. “Yeah… a little like myself now.”That’s good.I don’t say it, though. I just nod.Silence stretches between us for a moment, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s the kind of silence that comes with understanding, with years of missing time trying to fill itself in all at once.Korra studies me, her eyes scanning my face like she’s trying to memorize it. Like she still can’t believe I’m standing here.“I can’t believe you’re alive,” she murmurs, shaking he
The memories come back in fragments, pieces of a life that feels worlds away. I can almost smell the pine and wildflowers from the valley where we used to run, the crisp mountain air, the warmth of a life I once knew. This place, this memory—it's the only home I’ve ever known... “Kaida, keep up!” My sister’s voice floats on the breeze, teasing and bright. “Hey, some of us haven't yet had our first shift you know...” I shout back, laughing as I push myself to keep up with her, the Alpha’s heir, as the elders used to call her. Korra Xarano. At 18 she was strong, swift, as if she’d already grown into the leader she was destined to be, next in line to be Alpha It was easy to follow her lead back then, and I loved that she made everything feel safe. I was 2 years younger at the time and I'm glad I didn't grow up in my sister's shadow. Our parents treated us both equally, and my sister even wanted me to be her Beta, the two of us ruling the Xarano Pack side by side... The two of us were a
I am choked by fear and disbelief before a guttural shriek leaves my mouth.“MOM!! DAD!!!" I scream and soon as Korra hears that, she comes to a stop and drops me onto the ground, her body trembling with fear and anger as she glances back in the direction our parents have been killed..."Kaida... you have to run okay... someone needs to lead the attack now that Mom and Dad..." Her voice trembles, tears streaming down her face as she holds onto mine, her grey eyes meeting mine."N-no... don't leave me, please... I won't survive without you..." I breathe out, sobbing as I hold onto my sister, desperate for her not to leave."You will, you are stronger. Much much stronger than you know. the blood of Alphas runs through you, that and much more..." She tells me before she hugs me tightly, crying quietly just as she steps back and away from me."Run! Until you're off the territory don't stop until you are somewhere safe." She orders me and for some reason, I can feel the authority in her vo
He emerges from the shadows, his steps slow, measured. Like a predator that's already decided I'm his prey. He is pitch black, his fur shining under the moonlight, his blue eyes, gleaming like a cold fire, lock onto mine, and for the first time in a long time, I feel something cold slide down my spine. But I don't flinch. Instead, I meet his gaze, my breath steady despite the fire raging in my chest.He says nothing at first. Just watching, sizing me up. That's when he decides to shift right in front of me, revealing a man standing tall, with cream-white skin as compared to my tanned, caramel one... His hair is dark, as dark as it was in his Wolf form and his features are sharp and defined, He is naked, baring his large, muscular body before me, and I try my best not to look at his manhood, my eyebrows rising for a moment before I look away, trying to ignore ... large it is...I eventually look back at him, finding him putting on a bare of trousers, his skin glistening as he tilts his
Korra sits on the edge of the bed, freshly showered, hair damp, skin free of the dirt and grime from that hellhole.She looks better.Not just physically, but in the way she carries herself now. Her shoulders are no longer hunched, her body no longer weighed down by chains—literal or otherwise.But there’s still something in her eyes.A ghost.Something Lucien left behind.I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest. “Feeling better?”She lets out a slow breath, rolling her shoulders as if testing her body for weakness. “Yeah… a little like myself now.”That’s good.I don’t say it, though. I just nod.Silence stretches between us for a moment, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s the kind of silence that comes with understanding, with years of missing time trying to fill itself in all at once.Korra studies me, her eyes scanning my face like she’s trying to memorize it. Like she still can’t believe I’m standing here.“I can’t believe you’re alive,” she murmurs, shaking he
The journey back is long and heavy with silence.Korra rides beside me, her posture tense, her gaze locked onto the rolling landscape ahead of us. She hasn’t spoken much since we left the ruins, and I don’t blame her.She’s processing.All of it.Being free. Being alive. Seeing us all again.Coming home.I glance at her, my chest tightening. Does she even remember this place as home?The others are spread out, surrounding us as we move toward the Xarano Packhouse. Octavius rides close to my other side, his presence steady, grounding, and I feel Jace somewhere behind us, keeping a protective eye on everything.The scent of the Xarano border hits first, rich with pine and earth, with the familiar presence of a pack that once belonged to us both.Korra’s fingers twitch. I notice the slight hitch in her breathing.She feels it too.The gates come into view, tall and strong, the Xarano emblem carved deep into the wooden surface. The guards stationed at the front straighten the moment they
K A I D AKorra’s growl is cold and deadly, silencing the entire forest and everything in it. Everyone is on edge… Jace, Valerie, the others… but no one moves. No one dares to.Because we all feel it.The rage rolling off of her, thick and dangerous, her silver eyes glowing with barely restrained fury.She looks ready to kill him. Fear floods its way into my body. I knew my sister had always been dangerous. What more after all these years in captivity, what more that she is now a Lycan. Who knows the horrors she has been subjected to? Who knows what she’s seen? I no longer know what she is capable of doing, and so no matter what happens, I need to try and keep her calm.“Korra,” I say, carefully, taking a few steps towards her to try and enter her line of vision. “Please calm down…”She doesn’t look at me.She only stares at Octavius, her breathing slow for now but the longer she stares at him, the more it elevates. Her hands are clenched at her sides, shaking slightly as her body vi
K A I D A Kaida walks slowly, her arm wrapped firmly around Korra’s waist, supporting her sister’s weakened frame. So she seems physically strong, Kaida can pick up the faint scent of Wolfsbane off her, it was all over the cell as well and Kaida is certain Lucien had flooded the air with it to keep her abilities suppressed."Are you okay...?" Kaida asks worriedly, being sure to keep her sister steady and maintain her balance."I'm okay... I just need fresh air..." She answers, her voice hoarse as she lets out slow breaths.Korra is strong... stronger than her. Kaida has always known that, but right now, her body trembles with every step, her muscles struggling to carry her after years in captivity. Her once-powerful stance is reduced to unsteady footing, her breathing laboured.Still, she is here. She is alive.That’s all that matters.Kaida tightens her grip, feeling Korra lean into her slightly as they make their way toward the others. Her sister is unbroken, but she is not unscath
K A I D AI don’t stop running.My breath is sharp, my pulse erratic, my mind locked onto a single thought:She’s here.The scent is pulling me forward, leading me deeper into the ruins, past the crumbling stone and the echoes of battle still raging behind me. I know Octavius and the others are fighting, I know we haven’t won yet—but none of that matters right now.Because I can feel it.My sister.Somewhere in this hell, Korra is alive.A snarl rips through the air.Two wolves leap at me from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.I react on instinct.The first one lunges for my throat, but I’m faster. I drop low, twisting under him before grabbing his hind leg mid-air and swinging him into the ruins. His body crashes through the stone, debris collapsing over him.The second wolf is already coming for me.Teeth bared. Claws slashing.I meet him head-on, our bodies colliding in a brutal clash of muscle and rage.He’s strong. But I’m stronger.He slashes at my ribs, claws dig
The air hums with raw energy.Kaida stands in the ruins, glowing silver, her power pulsing like wildfire through the battlefield. Every wolf, every fighter, every enemy watches her with wide, stunned eyes.Including Lucien.For the first time, he looks intrigued.Not afraid. Not angry. Just… interested.His icy blue eyes gleam as he studies her, as if calculating something. He tilts his head slightly, the faintest smirk playing at his lips. “Well… isn’t this unexpected?”Kaida clenches her fists, her breath steady, her body still vibrating with pure, unchecked power. “Come find out just how unexpected it is.”Lucien lets out a quiet chuckle. “Tempting.”Then, without warning—“Lilith.”The name is barely spoken, a command wrapped in amusement.Kaida barely has time to react before a blur of green comes at her from the side, fast and lethal.Lilith.The force of the impact sends them both crashing into the rubble, the ground splitting beneath them. Snarls and claws rip through the air
K A I D A He stands at the edge of the ruins, watching the carnage unfold with an air of amusement, as if the battle means nothing to him. His cold blue eyes lock onto her, the same piercing shade as Octavius’, but devoid of warmth. He steps forward with slow, deliberate ease, brushing the dust from his dark coat as if he has all the time in the world. Kaida stiffens, claws digging into the earth, heart pounding. She’s been waiting for this moment. For years, she’s dreamed of ripping him apart, of ending him the way he ended her people. Lucien exhales a quiet chuckle. “You’ve grown since the last time I saw you…” His voice is smooth, almost casual, as if they’re old acquaintances meeting after years apart. Kaida bares her fangs, stepping forward with lethal intent. “I’m going to kill you.” His smirk widens. “You can try, little one… This should be fun.” She lunges. Lucien is fast—too fast. Before her claws can even graze him, he twists to the side, dodging effortlessly.
K A I D A The battlefield is a storm of movement—growls, snarls, the sound of flesh tearing and bones breaking. Wolves clash in the ruins, bodies slamming into stone, claws raking through fur and flesh. The scent of blood thickens in the air, mixing with sweat and dust. The night is alive with the chaos of war. I don’t think. I move. A massive wolf lunges for me, jaws snapping toward my throat. I duck at the last second, twisting beneath him before slamming my claws into his ribs. A wet, sickening crack fills the air as I rip through muscle and bone. He howls in agony, but I don’t stop. I grab his muzzle and twist. His neck snaps in an instant, and his body crumples. One down. Another comes from behind—fast, but not fast enough. I pivot, raising my arm just in time to catch his claws across my forearm instead of my throat. Pain flares hot and sharp, but I don’t slow. I snarl, baring my fangs before lunging forward and sinking my teeth into his shoulder. The taste of blood fl
K A I D ALilith steps into the clearing like she owns it, her green eyes gleaming with something close to amusement. The moonlight catches on her platinum curls, her beauty sharp and lethal, like a blade meant to cut. She tilts her head slightly as she surveys the scene—Octavius, still poised to rip Victor apart; me, standing frozen, pulse pounding in my ears; the others, already tense, already realizing what I just did.We walked right into this.And now, the noose is tightening.Lilith exhales, shaking her head as if this is all very disappointing. "So dramatic," she muses, her voice smooth like silk. "You always let your emotions get the better of you, Octavius."Octavius doesn’t respond. His chest rises and falls with deep, steady breaths, his fists still clenched, blood dripping from his knuckles—Victor’s blood. But he doesn’t turn away from him. Instead Victor shoves Octavius off him and rushes over to Lilith's side.Victor, still grinning through the pain, straightens slightly,