Early the next day, they brought in the injured wolves, the conversation with Kieran already forgotten. The infirmary errupted into chaos as pack members carried their wounded brethren through the doors, their howls of pain echoing off the stone walls like a chorus of agony. "What happened?" I demanded, already moving to help the closest victim— a young male with deep gashes slashing across his chest and abdomen. "Rogue attack at the northern border." one of the pack warriors answered breathlessly. His face was pale, his clothes torn and bloodied. "They came out of nowhere. We fought them off, but not before..." He trailed off, his voice cracking slightly as he looked at the injured wolves. I nodded briskly, my focus narrowing to the task at hand. "Get them all in here, and someone bring me water— lots of it. Now!" The warrior hesitated, but the sharp tone of my voice snapped him into motion. My hands worked quickly, cleaning the young wolf's wounds and assessing the damage. T
I blinked, startled by his honesty. Somehow, that admission felt more intimate than anything else he could have said. A laugh bubbled out of me before I could stop it, soft but genuine. "So the mighty Alpha does have a heart." "Don't spread it around," he said dryly, the corner of his mouth twitching in what might have been a smile. "I have a reputation to maintain." We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the tension between us easing into something quieter, something almost... companionable. I didn't know if it was the exhaustion or the fact that he had just spent hours at my side, but I found myself relaxing, my usual defenses slipping. "You should get some rest." Roman said eventually, his voice softer now. He stood up and held out a hand to help me up. Without thinking, I reached for it. The moment our skin touched, that familiar spark shot through me. It wasn't the first time I’d felt it—not by a long shot—but this time, I couldn't brush it off as exhaustion or adrenaline
LILA _____ The moonlight cast eerie shadows across my face as I made my way through the dense forest surrounding Shadowfang. Every step I took felt heavier than the last, as if the forest itself knew the weight of what I was about to do. The trees loomed tall and ancient, their branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. My heart hammered against my chest, a relentless drumbeat of anxiety and anger. I knew what I was about to do would change everything. There was no going back. But the bitterness that had been festering inside me for months left me with little choice. I reached the meeting spot— a lone, gnarled oak tree standing apart from the others, its twistted branches casting grotesque shapes across the forest floor. Cassandra was already there, leaning against the trunk with the kind of confidence that came naturally to her. The moonlight caught in her silver hair, turning it into a halo of cold light. Her smirk was as sharp as a blade, cutting through the sil
I took the vial, my hands trembling despite my best efforts to appear calm. The liquid inside was thick and dark, almost black, and seemed to absorb the moonlight rather than reflect it. "And Mirabelle?" I asked, my voice quieter now. "What happens to her?" Cassandra's smile turned cruel, her teeth gleaming in the moonlight. "Oh, I have special plans for our little healer. Roman needs to learn what happens when he chooses a human over his own kind. And you, my dear Lila, will have a front-row seat to his downfall." A distant howl echoed through the trees, low and mournful. Cassandra melted into the shadows, her parting words lingering in the air like a threat. "Don't fuck this up Lila. Remember— betray me, and I'll make sure everyone knows exactly who led their enemies straight to their door." I waited until I was sure she was gone before letting out a shaky breath. The weight of what I'd done pressed down on me like a physical burden. There was no turning back now. I thought of
MIRABELLE _____________I was elbow-deep in bandages and herbal poultices when the first explosion rocked Shadowfang Fortress.The blast sent jars of medicine crashing to the floor, shattering into a thousand glittering pieces across the infirmary tiles. My pulse spiked as the sound of shattering glass echoed in my ears."What the hell..?" I whispered, my heart leaping into my throat. Then came the howls— dozens of them, savage and hungry, cutting through the night like knives.I rushed to the window just in time to see flames erupting from the eastern wall. Dark figures poured through the breach like ants, their eyes glowing red in the firelight. "Belle!!" The infirmary door burst open as Elijah charged in, his face grim, his chest heaving. "We're under attack. Roman wants you to— "Another explosion drowned out his words, closer this time. The walls trembled, and I grabbed the doorframe to stay upright. "I— I need to prepare for casualties..." I said, already moving to gather supp
I found myself back in the rubble of the infirmary, digging through the debris with bloody, shaking hands until I found her. My fingers were raw, torn and bleeding as I pushed aside the collapsed beams and shards of broken glass. Each splinter that embedded itself in my skin was nothing compared to the agony blossoming in my chest. When I finally uncovered her body, my breath left me in a shuddering gasp. Adeline looked peaceful, almost like she was sleeping, her wild, dark curls tangled with dirt and ash. But her skin was pale... too pale... and her body was cold and stiff. "I'm so sorry.." I whispered, cradling her head in my lap. Her blood had soaked through her dress, staining the silver pendant I'd given her for her sixteenth birthday. My fingers trembled as I touched it, the metal slick with her blood. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault..."I couldn't stop the tears that came next, a flood of hot, stinging grief that seemed endless. My hands shook as they smoothed her hair,
ROMAN______I stood in the ruins of my fortress, watching as the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, painting the destruction in a sickly golden hue. The metallic stench of blood hung thick in the air, mixing with the acrid tang of smoke and the bitter scent of ash. My hands were still sticky with Cassandra's blood, though the bitch had managed to escape in the chaos. Fifteen dead. Fifteen of my wolves lay cold and still, their bodies being gathered by survivors with solemn, careful hands. Another thirty were wounded— some critically. The eastern wall was partly destroyed, the infirmary collapsed, and parts of the main hall were still burning despite the efforts to put out the flames. But none of that destruction, none of those losses, compared to the hollowness in my chest as I watched Mirabelle cradle her sister's lifeless body. She hadn't moved from that spot in hours. Hadn't let anyone near her except for that one fleeting moment when she'd broken down in my arms,
KIERAN ______ I spent another sleepless night in the archives, surrounded by ancient texts and scrolls. The siege had left us all shaken, but something about Belle's power during the battle— that flash of light she'd used against one of Cassandra's wolves – kept nagging at me. I'd seen something like it before, buried in the oldest prophecies, whispered in the legends passed down through the generations. The flickering light of the lantern cast long, dancing shadows on the walls as I poured over the brittle pages. My fingers trembled as I traced the faded writing on a particularly old manuscript. The words seemed to leap out at me, the meaning clicking into place like a puzzle piece I'd been missing all along. "Goodness gracious!" I whispered, my heart racing. The pieces were finally falling into place. The door creaked open behind me, and I looked up sharply. Mirabelle stood there in the doorway, her face pale and drawn, dark circles under her eyes. She looked like she hadn
The soft ligh of the full moon bathed the gardens in silver light as I stood by the fountain, my fingers trailing through the cool water. six months. Six months had passed since the final battle, since we'd driven Cassandra into exile and brought peace to Shadowfang. Sometimes it still felt surreal, like a dream I might wake from at any moment.I touched the silver necklace at my throat, the one that had belonged to my mother, then Adelne. Though the pain of losing my sister would never fully fade, I'd learned to carry it differently now. The weight of it had transformed from a burden into a reminder of why we fought so hard for peace."There you are." Roman's deep voice came from behind me. Even now, after all these months together, his presence still sent a shiver down my spine.I turned to face him, drinking in the sight of him. He'd foregone his usual battle-ready attire for something softer, a simple black shirt that clung to his muscled chest and dark pants. His dark hair was
"It's beautiful." I breathed, leaning against him as we stood among the moonlit flowers. "Stay with me." Roman said suddenly, turning to face me. His eyes were intense, vulnnerable in a way I rarely saw. "Not as my healer, not because of duty or prophecy. Stay because you want to. Because this— us, it's real." My heart thundered in my chest. "Roman..." "I know I fucked up." he continued, his voice raw with emotion. "I know I hurt you, and I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make that right. But Belle," he cupped my face in his hands, his calloused thumbs gently stroking my cheeks "I can't imagine my life without you in it anymore. These past few days, watching you lie there so still... it nearly broke me." Tears pricked at my eyes as memories flooded back, Adeline's sweet face, the anger and pain that had consumed me after her death, the way I'd lashed out at Roman. But I also remembered his patience, his gradual transformation from the cold Alpha to the man who h
My eyelids felt heavy as consciousness slowly returned, like wading through a. thick fog. The familiar scent of herbs and healing balms filled my nostrils, mixed with something else— something distinctly masculine and comforting that made my heart flutter. Roman. I blinked several times, adjusting to the soft candlelight that illuminated the infirmary. My body ached, but it wasn't the sharp, devastating pain I remembered from channeling my Lunar Soul powers. This was more like the dull throb of healing muscles, a reminder that I was still alive. "Hey there little healer." Roman's deep voice came from beside me, rough with exhaustion but warm with affection. I turned my head to find him sitting in a chair next to my bed, his large hand enveloping mine. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his usually neat hair was disheveled as if he'd been running his fingers through it repeatedly. His clothes were wrinkled, suggesting he hadn't changed in days. "You look terrible," I managed to
The sight of him hurt, bloodied and struggling, triggered something deep and primal inside me. Heat surged through my chest, different from the destructive power I had felt earlier. This was something new....something pure. Without thinking, I raised my trembling hands and reached toward him. Light. Bright and blinding. It flowed from my fingertips, enveloping Roman in a golden glow. He froze for a moment, his head snapping toward me in shock, but I couldn't stop. The light wrapped around him, seeping into his body, and as I watched, his wounds began to knit themselves together. The gashes on his face closed, the blood disappearing as if it had never been there. Roman’s eyes blazed with renewed strength, and he let out a roar— half-wolf, half-man— as he turned back to Cassandra. "NO!!!!" Cassandra shrieked, her voice high and panicked. She lunged at me, her movements wild and desperate, but Roman was faster. He intercepted her mid-leap, his massive jaws closing around
MIRABELLE ---------I collapsed to my knees as Lucien's body disintegrated, the power draining from me like blood from a mortal wound. My entire body trembled, my hands shaking violently as I tried to steady them. The taste of copper filled my mouth, sharp and metallic, but satisfaction coursed through my veins like a balm to my soul. Adeline had been avenged.The weight of her death, the endless nights of guilt and grief, lifted from my shoulders— if only slightly.But the cost was high. I could barely breathe, barely think, as the energy I had summoned to end Lucien left me hollow. The wind carried the acrid scent of blood and ash, the battlefield around me littered with bodies of rogues and allies alike. It was chaos, pure and unrelenting, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away from the spot where Lucien had stood moments before. There was nothing left of him now— just ash swirling in the cold air."Belle!"Roman’s voice cut through the din, sharp and commanding, but tinged w
Through the mayhem, I caught glimpses of my pack fighting with everything they had. Elijah, my Beta, was a blur of motion, his massive gray wolf ripping through rogues with deadly precision. Fenrir, the once-mistrusted rogue who'd proven his loyalty time and time again, stood guard over the infirmary entrance where Belle worked. His hulking form was a wall of muscle and fur, and any rogue foolish enough to approach him was quickly dispatched. I spun, dodging the snapping jaws of a rogue before sinking my teeth into his throat. His gurgled scream was cut short as I tore him apart, my wolf howling in triumph. But there was no time to revel in the kill. More were coming. "ROMAN!!" Cassandra's voice cut through the carnage like a blade. I turned, my eyes narrowing as I spotted her atop a pile of bodies, her silver hair matted with blood, her eyes wild with hatred. She was in her human form, her slender frame deceptively fragile-looking as she surveyed the battlefield with a cruel smi
ROMAN-------The stench of blood and ash filled my nostrils as I stood at the fortress gates, watching the horizon darken with approaching rogues. My heart pounded against my chest, not from fear, but from rage. Belle stood beside me, her fingers intertwined with mine, the silver necklace glinting at her throat. That necklace was more than just a keepsake—it was a symbol of everything we'd lost, and everything we were about to protect. "They're coming" I growled, feeling my wolf stir restlessly beneath my skin. My claws itched to emerge, my body vibrating with the need to fight. "At least five hundred of them." Belle squeezed my hand, her grip stronger than I expected. "We're ready." Her voice was steel now, so different from the frightened healer who'd first arrived at Shadowfang. The past months had hardened her, shaped her into something fierce and unstoppable. She wasn’t just a healer anymore—she was a warrior in her own right, though she’d never admit it. I turned to her
His kisses continued downward, his hands sliding over my hips as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my pants. He paused, looking up at me for permission, and I nodded, lifting my hips to help him pull them off. His eyes burned as they roamed over me, now nearly bare before him."You're perfect," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Every inch of you."Heat coiled low in my belly as he pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin in a way that made me gasp. He kissed his way higher, his hands gently parting my legs, and when his lips brushed against the thin fabric of my underwear, I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me."Roman..." I whispered, my voice shaky with both nerves and anticipation."I’ve got you," he said softly, his hands stroking my thighs in reassurance. "Just let me take care of you."He pulled my underwear down slowly, his gaze never leaving mine as he bared me completely to him. I felt vulnerable, exposed, bu
MIRABELLE_______I stood at my bedroom window, watching the storm clouds gather overhead. The prophecy echoed in my mind, each word feeling like a physical weight on my chest. My fingers traced Adeline's necklace, remembering her smile, her laugh, her final moments.A knock at my door broke through my thoughts. I knew who it was before he even spoke."Belle" Roman's voice was rough with emotion. "Please let me in."I considered ignoring him, but my feet moved of their own accord. When I opened the door, he looked wrecked. His usually perfect hair was disheveled, like he'd been running his hands through it repeatedly, and his eyes held a desperate intensity that made my heart clench."You can't do this," he said immediately, stepping into my room and closing the door. "I won't let you sacrifice yourself.""It's not your choice to make." I replied softly, turning back to the window. "You heard Kieran. It has to be my decision.""Fuck the prophecy!!" He grabbed my arm, spinning me to f