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 head at me, analysing me as he steps forward. I've been in enough fights to recognise that look. He's calculating. Figuring out if I'm worth the trouble. "You have 10 seconds to tell me who you are and what you're doing on my territory," he speaks and his voice, low and sharp as a blade, sends a cold shiver through my body... The Wolves behind him grow restless, their growls rising as the tension between us builds. One twitch of his head, a slight nod from his head, and they'll attack. I know. I can feel the violence already simmering in the air... "10." He begins to count down and my heart thumps harshly in my chest, realising that I am only moments away from becoming worm food. "Kaida. Kai for short." I answer as my eyes dart to all the wolves around me. "Just passing through..." I answer him. His lips twitch but there's no humour there. "You think I have time jokes you fucking rogue?" He tells me and I can feel the anger slipping through his voice, the pure hatred even though he has no idea who I am. I then raise my hands in the air, turning around to each of them to show them that I won't be attacking any of them... just yet... "Look I don't want any trouble. I came here by accident, so if you guys could just let me go...-" I try to say, having my back turned on the Alpha, but he soon interrupts me... "You're not going anywhere... unfortunately for you, we don't spare rogues... " I hear him say behind me and that's when I sigh to myself before slowly turning around to face him, my once civil expression dying down to serious as I bring my grey eyes to face him... I figured this wouldn't be that easy... The silence stretches between us, thick and heavy. His wolves prowl closer, waiting for the word that'll send them flying at my throat, ready to tear me to shreds... And soon, he gives the order. "Seize her." He orders and I was expecting an order of execution, but thankfully it never comes. The moment his gaze shifts from me, I bolt, breaking for the trees. I hear the snap of jaws behind me, the snarls of wolves too close for comfort. My heart slams against my ribs as I tear through the brush, faster than I should be after days of running. But fear does that. It wakes you up. Sharpens you. Something barrels into me, and I hit the ground hard, the breath knocked from my lungs as I roll across the dirt. Pain explodes in my side, and before I can get my bearings, I feel a heavy weight pinning me down. One of his Wolves. Teeth graze the back of my neck, and I know it's over. They’re about to kill me... Except... they don’t... not yet at least. The weight is gone just as quickly, a low snarl filling the air. I roll onto my back, gasping, and catch a glimpse of the Alpha standing over me, his hand raised to stop his wolves... I then notice that the wolf that was on top of me is metres away, whining as if he had been injured. Did he just... throw him off me? The Alpha’s eyes are locked on mine, a frown pulling at his lips. He's not happy. He expected this to go differently. He expected me to be easy. I push myself to my knees, glaring up at him, every instinct telling me to fight, to run, to do something other than kneel here in the dirt like prey. But I don't get the chance. "Seems I will have to deal with you myself," he says, his voice cold and final. I wipe the blood from my lip and meet his gaze with the last bit of defiance I have left. "Do you expect me to be flattered?" But it's not my choice anymore. They think I'm done. The Alpha's wolves circle me, their eyes glowing in the dark, teeth bared and ready. Their claws dig into the ground, impatient for blood. I stay on my knees, playing into their assumptions. Weak. Beaten. Let them think that. The first one lunges without warning. His teeth snap, aiming for my throat, but I twist out of reach just in time. My body may be bruised and aching, but I'm not broken. Not even close. I grab his muzzle and wrench him to the side, slamming his head against the hard ground. The impact shakes through me, but I'm already moving, spinning on my heels as the next wolf charges. Another one. Bigger. Slower. I don't even give him a chance to think. I grab him by the fur and flip him onto his back, my boot driving into his ribs. He howls in pain, and it echoes in the night. Good. They'll remember this. The other wolves hesitate now, their eyes switching to the Alpha, waiting for his command. But he just watches, arms crossed over his chest like this is some kind of test. His calm is unnerving, but I can't afford to think about him right now. Not with three more wolves to deal with. They won't hesitate forever. Another one barrels toward me, but this one is smarter. He comes at me from the side, aiming for my legs, trying to knock me off balance. I jump, kicking out mid-air and catching him under the jaw. His head snaps back with a yelp, and he stumbles, but he's not out yet. Not like the others. I roll forward, spinning back onto my feet just as he leaps again. He's fast, but I'm much faster. I grab his fur and use his momentum to swing him straight into a nearby tree. The crack of bone is loud enough to make the others flinch. One more down. The remaining two move in sync now, smarter, more cautious. They flank me, one on each side, eyes locked on me, waiting for the right moment. I don't wait. I dive forward, grabbing the one on the left by his throat. His claws tear into my arm, but I don't let go. I squeeze, watching the light fade from his eyes, and toss him to the ground. Blood drips from my fingers. My own blood, mixed with theirs. One left. This one's different. Bigger. Older. His eyes are steady, calculating. He's not just a wolf; he's a soldier. One who's been trained to kill. He charges me without hesitation, his teeth flashing in the moonlight. I brace for impact, but I'm not fast enough. His claws catch my shoulder, and the pain is instant, sharp. I grunt, pushing back against him with everything I've got, but he's too strong. He's forcing me to the ground, his weight crushing the air out of my lungs. I'm about to strike when a shadow moves behind him. The Alpha. Before I can react, he's on me. His hands lock around my wrists, pinning me to the dirt. The remaining wolf steps back, retreating as the Alpha takes over. His grip is powerful as he keeps me on the ground, hovering over me. I thrash, bucking against him with everything I have left, but it's not enough. He's stronger than any of them. Stronger than me... "Stop fighting and maybe I'll end it quickly..." he growls, his voice low and rough, like he's irritated I'm still resisting. "No chance," I snarl, baring my teeth at him as a growl vibrates through my teeth. His eyes darken. "Very well then..." With a swift motion, he yanks me up, dragging me to my feet. My vision blurs, pain lancing through my shoulder where the wolf's claws tore into me. Blood drips down my arm, but I push through it. I twist, trying to break his hold, but he slams me back into the ground. The world tilts, and my head hits the dirt hard enough to make my ears ring. For a second, everything goes black, but I refuse to let it swallow me. I bite down on the pain and keep my eyes locked on his, defiance burning in my chest. He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. "You should have listened when you had the chance..." His grip tightens around my throat, and the edges of my vision start to darken again. He's not choking me—he's too controlled for that—but he's reminding me that he could. Easily... "Just do it... kill me if that's what you want so badly..." I spit out, struggling against his hold as I look deep into his eyes. "Now you're begging? Can't say I was expecting that" he says, his voice calm, almost bored. I manage a smirk, though it hurts like hell. "Trust me I've been ready to die a long time ago... death doesn't scare me anymore" I whisper through the pain. For the first time, I see something flash in his eyes. Anger? Amusement? I can't tell. But he doesn't react the way I expect. Instead, he loosens his grip just enough for me to breathe, though he doesn't let go. I growl, pushing against his hold with whatever strength I've got left. But he's not budging. He presses down harder, and this time, my body can't keep up. My limbs go heavy, and no matter how hard I fight, it's like trying to swim through quicksand. “What… are you…waiting for…?" I whisper, the words barely escaping as the blackness creeps in. I hate this—hate being trapped, hate being weak. I won't let it end like this. But I don't have a choice. The world tilts again, and the last thing I see is the Alpha's eyes, cold and unreadable, before everything fades to black...I wake up to darkness, my head pounding like someone’s taken a hammer to it. For a moment, I don’t move, don’t breathe. I keep my eyes closed and feel out my surroundings the way I always do when I wake up in a new place. I’m cold. My hands are stiff, my body sore. The stone beneath me feels rough and unwelcoming. My senses come online slowly, piecing together the details like a puzzle, but it’s a twisted version of the place I grew up—a place that would never feel like home. The scent of blood and sweat fills my nose. My blood. My shoulder aches where the wolf’s claws tore into it, but it’s not bleeding anymore. My wounds aren’t healing completely either, which means I must’ve only been out for three or four hours. Someone kept me alive, kept me chained here, and for what? I open my eyes, and the world swims into focus. Stone walls. Thick iron bars. A cage. No. I push myself up onto my knees, ignoring the pain, and look around. It’s a small cell, barely big enough to stand in. The
I have absolutely no concept of time in this damn cell. It could be midday or late afternoon for all I know and the tiny window close to the ceiling isn't helping to provide enough light to help me decipher what time of the day it is.I've probably been here almost 18 hours, almost a full day. Just great. My mind travels back to the day before and how I even got myself into this mess.I had just left my previous settlement, being on the move for a few days around this new region. Usually, I had studied the maps of different packs, territories and areas around me so I knew where almost everything was. "No man's land" is typically where I would find myself. These are areas not owned by any packs but instead were heavily populated by humans. I could live amongst them, hiding as one of them and usually I would be successful.I would live in small spaces, one-bedroomed houses, homeless shelters, did whatever work, how dangerous, and even stole money just to get around, just to keep myself m
The three lug-heads continue to carry me through a narrow dark hallway, filled with cells just like the one I was in. Except all the rest of them are empty... I'm guessing they don't really keep prisoners for long..."Where are you taking me?!" I scream at them as I continue to fight them but I'm afraid to say I've been weakened by the silver, so I am unfortunately not at my full strength.They carry me towards a staircase, ignoring all my commotion. Finally, we reach the top of the steps and the blonde man opens the door right at the top of the staircase. Light floods into the tunnel, momentarily blinding me and making me squint my eyes at the sensitivity.I then feel them finally let me go, my feet hitting solid ground, wrenching my arm from their grip and ignoring the soreness that ripples through my shoulders from being dragged.Finally, I adjust to the lighting and see that we are in the forest and it appears to be the afternoon, just like I had predicted."Don't try anything stu
As soon as the men are gone, it's just me and him in the room, a heaviness filling my chest as he watches me. He doesn't say anything to me at all, instead, he continues to watch me, analyze me, every detail of me. A frown suddenly appears on my face as I try to decipher what could be going in through that sick head of his, and when I've finally had enough of the silence, I decide to speak up. "What the hell do you want with me?" I demand, breaking the silence. I've had enough of this—enough of their glares, their questions, their assumption that I owe them anything. "Speak, damn it." He raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Be silent." The command is cold, like ice water down my spine, but I hold my ground. I then watch him as he slowly walks around his desk and approaches me. "You're a rogue, clearly..." he continues, as if I'm not even worth the effort of conversation. "But there's something about your scent... something different from all the rest..." he tells me and that's w
Octavius and I stare at each other for a moment, silence stretching between us, thick as a winter fog. I feel his grip tightening on my forearms, his fingers digging into my skin just enough to remind me who's in control here, just as I gasp and squint my eyes at him. I refuse to break eye contact, my breathing slightly heavy and my gaze defiant as I look up at him, daring him to try me. I won't give him an inch, not now, not ever.After a moment, his gaze drifts down, his expression shifting slightly as he studies my hands. He lifts them up just enough for the light to hit, and I can see the faint frown that tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Looks like it hurts..." he murmurs, his tone low as he examines the burns on my skin, his thumbs brushing close to the angry, raw marks. Something almost like concern flashes across his face...That's when I jerk my hands back, yanking them out of his grip, and take a step away from him, anger flaring hot in my chest. "Don't touch me." I snarl,
As we walk forward, I feel the eyes of the Raven Moon pack members on me, their gazes filled with curiosity, suspicion, and that barely concealed disdain I'm getting all too familiar with. I keep my head high, my face impassive, refusing to let them see any weakness. Let them stare. Let them judge. I won't give them the satisfaction of knowing how much I hate every second of this...The hallway twists and turns as I follow Miyuki's brisk pace. The packhouse is deceptively large, more like a maze than a home. Warm lighting and the faint scent of pine and earth fill the air, but none of it feels warm or inviting. This place is more fortress than home."Don't think this changes anything," Miyuki says sharply, glancing back at me with a sneer. "Just because we haven't killed you yet doesn't mean your fate isn't decided.""Currently shivering in me timbers," I answer dryly, rolling my eyes. I put as much sarcasm as I can muster into the words, and I catch a flash of annoyance on her face.
As soon as Miss Anne leaves the room, I feel the silence close in around me. The fire crackles quietly in the corner, casting flickering shadows on the walls, but the warmth does nothing to ease the tension simmering under my skin. I glance at the door, my mind racing.This is my chance.I don't care how many guards they have outside or what twisted reasoning that Alpha thinks justifies keeping me here. I'm not about to sit around waiting for them to decide my fate. My fingers itch with impatience, just as I look at them. The pain has gone completely, making me raise my eyebrows in surprise, having no idea that it would heal me completely. I sigh to myself, being glad that I don’t have to worry about the pain anymore and press forward, tiptoeing toward the door as silently as I can manage.Opening the door with my elbow since I have no where to clean this paste off my hands, I peer in the hallway. It is beyond is empty, the soft murmur of voices filtering through from somewhere in the
The steam has barely cleared from the mirror when I step out of the shower, wrapping the white towel around myself as I take a deep breath, feeling at ease after the shower. The fresh scent of soap clings to me, washing away the dirt and sweat, but I know the relief is temporary. In the end, a clean face won’t change the fact that I’m still trapped here, a rogue at the mercy of the Raven Moon Pack...I step into the small room I had been secluded in and glance down at the pile of clothes Miss Anne left for me—a basic top and black sweatpants, simple and practical, with a pair of underwear and a free-sized bra. At least they'll be able to fit my d-cup, usually that could be a problem but I'm glad Miss Anne was considerate enough to bring something that would fit me... I sigh to myself and slip into the clothes, being struck by how strange it feels to be… comfortable. This isn't usually my style. After so long on the run, I’ve grown used to discomfort. I’ve learned to ignore the ache of
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,