CASSANDRA_________The mountain winds howled through the Bloodsear Highlands, sharp and biting against my skin. The jagged peaks loomed around us, their snow-capped tips cutting into the bruised sky like the teeth of a predator. My gaze lingered on the horizon as I watched Darius pace before me, his insecurity rolling off him in waves. For all his posturing and pride, he was nothing more than a weak Alpha trying to play in the big leagues. Perfect for manipulation. "Are you certain Shadowfang's defenses are as vulnerable as your spy claims?" he demanded, his tone laced with doubt. He ran a hand through his unkempt dark hair, his golden eyes flickering nervously. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Darius had power, yes, but he lacked the cunning to wield it properly. That was why he needed me. "Lila has proven herself useful," I said smoothly, keeping my voice calm and measured. "The northern wall is their weakest point, and their patrol patterns are predictable. Roman's grown
ROMAN______The morning sun cast long shadows across the training grounds as I stood on the slope overlooking my pack. Every muscle in my body felt taut, coiled like a spring about to snap. Below, wolves snapped orders, sparred, and prepared for what was coming. Despite the show of discipline, the stench of fear and uncertainty hung heavy in the air. It mixed with the metallic tang of blood still lingering from our most recent losses. Losses we couldn't afford. I inhaled deeply, letting the cool morning air fill my lungs, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside me. Fuck. How had everything gone so wrong so quickly? "Alpha," Elijah's voice pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see him striding toward me, his usual confident demeanor weighed down by exhaustion. His dark hair hung limp, streaked with sweat and dirt, and his shoulders sagged in a way that spoke of too many sleepless nights. "The eastern border patrol has returned," he said, keeping his tone steady. "No sign of C
For a moment, no one moved. The only sounds were Gregor's labored breathing and the distant rustle of leaves in the wind. Then, slowly, I stood, blood dripping from my split lip. I turned to face the gathered wolves, my gaze sweeping over them like a storm. "Anyone else want to challenge my leadership?" Silence. Just silence. Satisfied, I turned and stalked away, leaving Gregor to be dragged off by his loyalists. Later that evening, I stood in my office, staring out the window at the setting sun. The sky was painted in hues of red and gold, a stark contrast to the darkness that weighed heavy on my mind. The scent of Belle lingered faintly in the hallway outside, a cruel reminder of her absence. She'd been avoiding me since Adeline's funeral, and I couldn't blame her. How could I, when her sister's blood was on my hands? "The scouts have returned from the western territories." Elijah said as he entered the room without knocking. He was one of the few who could get away with t
I stared at the reports piling up on my desk. My head throbbed from another sleepless night, haunted by visions of Adeline's death and Belle's accusing eyes. A sharp knock interrupted my brooding. "Enter," I growled, already recognizing Elijah's scent. My Beta and oldest friend strode in, his usually calm demeanor replaced with barely contained anger. "We need to talk, Roman. And this time, you're going to fucking listen."I raised an eyebrow at his tone. "Watch yourself Elijah.""No!" he snapped, slamming his palms on my desk. "I've watched enough. The pack is falling apart while you obsess over vengeance and that human girl."My wolf stirred at the mention of Belle, a low growl rumbling in my chest. "Choose your next words carefully.""Or what? You'll put me in my place like you did with Gregor? That's exactly my point." Elijah ran a hand through his dark hair in frustration. "You're not thinking clearly. Ever since she arrived— ""Leave her out of this." I snarled, rising from my
CASSANDRA _________I paced the dimly lit chamber of our hideout in the Bloodsear Highlands, my boots echoing against the stone floor as I watched Darius fumble with his plans like the incompetent fool he was. The candlelight cast eerie shadows across his face, highlighting the uncertainty in his eyes that he tried so desperately to hide."We need to strike now," I insisted, my voice dripping with carefully crafted persuasion. "Every day we wait, Roman strengthens his defenses. The siege weakened them – this is our moment."Darius ran his fingers through his unkempt hair, clearly torn between his desire for power and his fear of failure. "It's too soon, Cassandra. Our forces need time to—""Time?" I spat, slamming my hands on the wooden table between us. "While you sit here wringing your hands, that bastard Roman is probably fucking his little human pet and laughing at our hesitation!"The crude comment had its intended effect. Darius's face reddened with anger and wounded pride. He'
MIRABELLE_______The newcomer, Fenrir, moved with a brutal efficiency that drew every eye on the training grounds. His movements were fluid yet savage, carrying the raw intensity of someone who’d learned to fight for survival rather than sport. The clash of fists and the dull thud of bodies hitting the dirt echoed around the sparring ring. Roman’s warrior— a seasoned fighter named Markus— was no novice, but even he was struggling to keep up with Fenrir's relentless pace.I couldn't help but study himThe jagged scar that ran from his left temple to his jaw caught the sunlight, a stark reminder of the life he'd led before stumbling into our pack’s territory. His dark eyes seemed to hold years of pain, and despite his intimidating presence— the broad shoulders, the wild, untamed energy— there was something undeniably broken about him."You're staring again." Elijah said, his voice breaking through my thoughts. He appeared at my side as if materializing from thin air, the way he alw
His expression darkened, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer. But then he spoke, his voice quieter now, almost hollow. "More than you might think. I had a family once— a mate, two young pups. They were slaughtered by a rival pack while I was away hunting. By the time I returned..." He trailed off, his jaw tightening. "Darius offered me protection when I had nothing left. It seemed like salvation at the time."The raw honesty in his voice made my chest ache. "What.... made you leave?""Darius isn't what he appears to be," his tone was laced with bitterness. "He preys on broken wolves, promising them belonging while turning them into weapons. When I realized what he and Cassandra were planning..." He shook his head, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I couldn't be part of another massacre."We continued training in silence after that, but his words lingered in my mind, echoing like a distant drumbeat. I thought of my own pain, how it had hardened me, made me cold. W
ROMAN______I couldn't sleep. The weight of everything—the losses, the betrayals, the constant threat of war—pressed down on my chest like a physical burden. The fortress was quiet at this hour. Most of the pack were asleep, their exhaustion overtaking even their grief, but peace eluded me. So I wandered. My feet carried me to the ancient crypts beneath Shadowfang, the place I always ended up when the world became too heavy. The musty air filled my lungs as I descended the worn stone steps, the faint scent of earth and decay clinging to the darkness. Torchlight flickered against the damp stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to mock me with their restless movements. This was where we laid our fallen to rest—the great alphas of Shadowfang, the warriors who had given their lives for the pack, and those we'd loved and lost. Generations of our kind rested here, including my mother. Her stone marker was simple but elegant, just like she had been in life. I ran my fin
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