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 on
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'
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
K A I D AI didn't realise I would feel this much guilt after leaving my Pack. At the time, I couldn't think clearly, I was young, and I was terrified. The others, they couldn't run, they stayed and fought, and most paid the ultimate price. I shouldn't been there with there. I should've done something to protect my pack, my sister. But regret will do nothing for me now. All I can do is focus on rebuilding my pack the best I can after the damage has been done.I struggle to face Valerie. She's put me on the spot, reminding me of everything I wish I did to help my pack. I swallow, nodding a few times as I finally face her, taking in all the shame that comes with everything she's just said to me.“I know...” I admit, facing her and looking her in the eye, letting her know that though I feel ashamed of running, I'm not going to try and pretend like it never got to me.“But I'm here now. And I'm going to help rebuild the pack. I swear to you, we will find my sister. She’s alive, I can fee
K A I D AMy mind won’t stop racing.Every thought, out of control, on a spiral, out of reach.What the hell was that?The surge of power I felt when fighting Anita and Sera…?And the worst part is, I felt like I was holding something back… Could it really have been the Lycan gene?Octavius and I are together now, and though that brings me some level of reassurance, it doesn’t change the questions clawing at my mind. According to him, completing the process will accelerate the time it takes for my gene to awaken... so is that why I'm now feeling like this? Like at any moment, I'm about to snap and lose complete control.After training, I had to step away from everyone. It was all too much and I needed space to think. And I'm glad Octavius could understand that. Though, I've come to love him breathing down my neck, more in the literal sense rather than the figurative, there's moments when I do need a minute to myself, especially when I've spent so much of my time being on my own.I mad
K A I D AThe next day...The morning air is crisp and cool, but the warmth of exertion burns through my limbs as I strike again. We're training early today. Octavius thought it would be best for us to waste no time ensuring we are in our best shape for when we face our enemy again. My foot slams against the wooden training dummy with a satisfying crack, the force sending it rocking backwards. I don’t stop. I pivot, fists up, and launch a second kick before following it with a sharp jab, my knuckles connecting with the hardwood.“Again,” Octavius commands from nearby, his voice firm but calm.I don’t hesitate. I strike again. And again.Around me, the training grounds are alive with movement. Warriors from both Raven Moon and Xarano Packs push their bodies past their limits, training harder than they ever have before. The intensity in the air is powerful, heavy with determination, urgency, and something sharper... fear.We all know what’s coming.Lucien is out there. Planning. Watchin
K A I D AA thick silence settles over us as my words linger in the air. Jace and the others exchange glances, but no one speaks right away. I’m sure they’re all just taking in what I’ve just told them… that we need to find out what bloodlines they descend from.I press my lips into a firm line, scanning each of their faces. “We need to figure out which bloodlines we all come from,” I repeat, my voice calm but urgent once I notice their reactions. “This isn’t just about heritage anymore. If the royal families were the originals Lycans, and Lucien is actively hunting Lycans down, then we need to know what we’re up against.”Jace tilts his head slightly, arms still crossed over his chest. “And how do you suggest we do that? It’s not like we have some magical family tree lying around.”“I’ll figure it out,” I say confidently, determination settling in my bones. “I’ve already been looking into Lycan history, and if I dig deep enough, I might be able to find something that connects us to t
M I Y U K IThe afternoon air is crisp, cool against my skin as I walk toward the training field, needing a moment alone.Needing space.Ever since the meeting ended, my head has been filled with too many thoughts—Lucien, Lilith, the upcoming battle. Kaida’s revelation about the royal families. And… Cole.I clench my jaw, shaking my head as if I can physically rid myself of the thought.He’s a distraction.And I don’t do distractions.I hear him before I see him.“Hey, princess.”I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to stay composed before turning around. Cole leans lazily against one of the wooden posts at the edge of the field, arms crossed, smirking like he owns the place.He always looks like he belongs anywhere he goes.It’s infuriating.I exhale, levelling him with a sharp glare. “What do you want, Cole?”He presses a hand to his chest in mock offense. “What, I can’t come check on my favourite Gamma?”I roll my eyes. “I’m the only Gamma here.”“Exactly,” he says, grinnin
K A I D AI find Jace on the other side of the room, leaning against the table like they have all the time in the world. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think they were completely relaxed. But I do know better. Even with their casual stances, I can feel the tension hanging over them like a storm cloud. They’re on edge.And considering the conversation we’re about to have, I can’t really blame them.Jace notices me first, a slow smirk forming on his lips as I approach. “You really couldn’t do without getting on Octavius’ nerves?” I ask.He chuckles in response. “You say that like it’s a challenge. I think I've come to like getting under your mate's skin...”"One day he's going to snap and I won't be able to stop what he'll do to you." I tell him seriously just as I finally reach them, my expression being enough to tell them that I mean all business.“Fine, fine... backing off.” He says casually, pushing off the table and standing up straight, his arms crossing. “What’s on your mind?”
K A I D AOnce the meeting ends, everyone disperses around the room, some warriors leaving to go about their business while everyone else remains lingering behind, each of us discussing the meeting, and what each of us is going to do now. Warriors, strategists, and allies scatter in different directions, each preparing for the battle ahead. The Raven Moon Pack is on edge, and the Xarano Pack, though powerful, is still an unfamiliar presence among us...They are still my people, but I'm now with the Raven Moon, I'm Octavius' mate, therefore the Luna of this pack. But I can't help but think what will happen when this is all over...I exhale deeply, rubbing the back of my neck as I step outside the meeting hall, my mind spinning as I think of everything happening.So much is riding on this.Lucien. Victor. My sister... Korra.I clench my jaw, swallowing the wave of emotions threatening to choke me. There’s no room for fear. No room for doubt.But still… it feels like too much.A familiar
K A I D AThe tension in the air hasn't simmered down since with started. Though no one is exchanging words currently, there's still the underlying feeling of the people in the room not liking each other. I sit at Octavius’ right, my arms crossed as I scan the room. Jace and the Lycans from my pack sit across from us, their expressions watchful as they pay careful attention to what's happening.. Lucas, Miyuki, Samson, and Cole are seated closer to us, across the conference table. Octavius and I thought that would be the best way to keep the peace. And so far it seems to be remaining. My mind begins racing, as we draw closer to figuring out what the hell we're going to do about Lucien.We’ve lost too much already. Every single person sitting here. Lucien has given us all a reason to want him dead. He has done nothing but destroy... my pack, my family, and now my people here. The recent attack still lingers in the air, the memory of blood and loss gnawing at the edges of my mind. The p
K A I D AThe air inside the packhouse is heavy. Heavier than usual.Jace and his people have been led inside, and though Octavius has accepted their presence for now, the entire Raven Moon Pack remains on edge. The Raven Moon wolves don’t trust easily, and the sudden arrival of outsiders, especially ones as strong as the Lycans from the Xarano Pack—has every wolf in the room on high alert. We make our way into the large meeting hall within the packhouse, a place where we can discuss things a bit more freely. The room quickly fills up as we all station ourselves around it. The quiet hum of low conversations carries in the air, but it’s the kind of quiet that’s too sharp, too strained. I can feel it in the way the warriors stand rigid, their bodies poised to react at the slightest provocation, their eyes glued on Jace and his people. Even Lucas and Samson, usually so composed, keep their gazes locked on Jace’s group with barely restrained suspicion.And then the doors swing open.Cole