SerenaThe walls of our home seemed to close in as I waited for Damon to return. My nerves were on edge, suffocating me with each passing moment. The clock's monotonous ticking echoed my growing unease. I needed to reach out, to let him know what I felt, but the weight of his troubles seemed to barricade him away until I no longer knew how to reach him. I knew I had to talk to him. It was now or never.Finally, the entrance of our tent flapped open. Damon walked in, wearing his melancholic demeanor, a weary shadow of the man I loved and married. His shoulders slumped under the invisible burden, and his eyes, once full of life, now harbored a darkness that sent shi
SerenaAs soon as I heard the question, I already knew it was Ashford’s voice. I turned around, and sure enough, he stood there with his arms crossed. Behind him emerged Alexei, looking a little surprised as his gaze checked the bag I was carrying. Unlike Ashford, he chose to remain silent.Trembling, I asked, “Are you going to tell Damon?”Ashford heaved a sigh. “Do you really have to do this?” His concern was evident.I didn't say anything. I just bowed
DamonThe sweat dripped down my face as Ryan and I sparred. I could feel my mind wandering, clouding my focus. Thoughts of Serena filled my head as the weight of her pleas from the previous night settled over me. No, I couldn’t just turn my back on everything. The only way for me to return to the way I was was to kill Romin and bring justice to my family.Ryan called out my obvious distraction."You're off today, Damon. Mind's elsewhere. What's going on?" he asked, blocking one of my half-hearted jabs.
DamonAs expected, it took me half an hour to reach the designated place.The location mentioned in the secret message was an old loggers' cabin known as Artemis Inn, a mere half-hour run from the Wild Fang camp. Its name is derived from its proximity, offering historical shelter to those wandering the woods.Artemis Inn stood small and quiet, ideal for a restful night after exploring the woods outside the Blood Rose territory. The structure, entirely crafted from wood, boasted a 500-year history, giving it a rustic yet cozy charm.Upon arrival, I was greeted by a wraparound porch and a pair of wooden bear sculptures beside the entrance. This inn stood apart, decent in appearance compared to others, featuring a hall bookcase filled with interesting books and a brick fireplace."Welcome to the Artemis Inn. What can I do for you?" greeted the kind, old lady at the front desk. I smiled and handed her the paper I received from Council Ed. After discreetly examining it, she handed me a key
Serena’s POVWe had been traveling for as long as I could remember, and honestly, I already lost track of time. After days of walking and running, we finally reached a big lake.Alicia took a deep breath and admired the place. The lake was covered with mist, so we couldn't see anything. Meanwhile, she seemed sure that we reached the right place."We're here," she declared. Ashford and I looked around."I don't see any pack village here," Ashford declared. I seconded his concern."So, where's Asteria?" I asked. Alicia smiled meaningfully before stepping into the lake. She then took out a tiny whistle and began to blow it, creating a sound.Just in, the mist covering the whole lake began to disappear. And as weird as it sounds, we found a tiny boat from the middle of the lake slowly moving its way toward us without someone driving it. Ashford and I looked at each other. Alicia seemed to have noticed our amazement."Be prepared, for you will see more unusual things upon our journey," she
SerenaAs we stepped inside the fanciest cabin that served as the queen’s residence, words tumbled out of my mouth. We were facing the feast they had prepared for us, yet my appetite couldn't appreciate it. Ashford and I remained silent, observing our surroundings as we waited for the truth about my past to unfold.Finally, Queen Minerva addressed me, asking, "Where do you want me to start?""If you can, at the very beginning," I replied.Queen Minerva took a sip from her glass and began to unveil the secret of my past that had been hidden from me until now.“Asteria is a pack unique from the others. Our pack doesn’t adhere to nature's dependence on male wolves, putting our trust solely in the spirits of nature and ourselves. It has been our way of life since the beginning of time. We do not need a mate, and we procreated through casual sex. As a result, Asteria is given the gift to be connected to nature, and though we do not have magic of our own, we can control and manipulate it mo
DamonSaturday arrived.The sun dipped low in the morning sky, casting hues of fiery orange and pink as I rallied the Wild Fang Camp. The morning had begun like any other, with the clinking of utensils and the camaraderie of shared breakfast. The aroma of hot food hung in the air, a temporary respite before the storm that awaited us.Seated among my men, the weight of the upcoming mission hung heavily on my shoulders. The taste of breakfast seemed to linger, a bittersweet reminder of the normalcy we were about to disrupt. In that moment, as I raised my eyes from my plate, a sudden surge of determination coursed through me. I stood, my chair scraping against the ground, capturing the attention of my comrades."Listen up, my friends," I began, my voice cutting through the their morning chatter. The air felt charged, and I could sense the collective focus of the Wild Fang men turning towards me."Tonight, when the sun bows to the moon, we will march into
AlexeiThe night air was thick with tension as we stormed the pack house. Shadows danced along the walls as we moved swiftly, with our mission occupying our thoughts. Damon, determined as ever, began his climb to the balcony where Romin awaited.I could hear the echoes of my wolf spirit, a growling reminder of the atrocities Romin had committed. The desire to personally punish him burned within me, but I knew it was Damon's right, given the role Romin played in his tragic past.I found myself in the west wing, facing down guards one floor below the impending confrontation. The clash of fur and fang echoed in the air, punctuated by the occasional howl and the thud of bodies hitting the floor under the silence of the night. The plan was clear – my team and I had decided to scatter, each of us taking a different route to maximize the chaos and take down as many guards as possible.As I maneuvered through the dimly lit corridors of the west wing, I encountered