His body was failing him, but his mind remained sharp; too sharp for the kind of visitors who were about to darkened his doorstep. Then came the knock. Firm. Confident. Jack wondered who it was before they had opened the door and stepped in. Raven stood there with that damn smirk, leaning against the frame like she belonged there. And beside her, a man Jack had only heard about in whispers; Conan. Cold eyes. A predator’s stance. A presence that felt like death itself had stepped into his home. Jack’s grip tightened on the wooden cane in his hand. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here.” Raven’s smirk widened, but spoke, her voice dripping with mocking innocence. “Just thought we’d drop by since we were in the neighborhood.” Jack let out a dry, mocking chuckle. “Oh, please. You know you don’t have to lie to an old man. What do you want?” Raven stepped a bit closer without consent, her gaze sweeping the room. “Then let’s have a chat, shall we.” “I don’t ch
Lycia walked toward the trees behind the open field, intending to take her usual path to the hidden glade where she practiced her powers. The air was calm, the sky a soft shade of blue. But a prickle of unease ran down her spine. She felt eyes on her. Unseen but heavy, like a shadow clinging to her every step. Instead of following her usual route, she turned toward the town, blending into the winding streets, letting the hum of daily life swallow her presence. Perhaps it was paranoia. Or perhaps it was instinct. Then laughter. Light and full of joy, carried by the wind like a song. It made her stop. Something about it felt familiar, like a memory she couldn’t quite reach. Slowly, she turned, her steps drawn toward the sound, toward the warmth of something she didn’t know she had been looking for. The sounds were made by Cubs The cubs rolled and tumbled, their tiny claws kicking up dust. Between playful growls and nips, they muttered in hushed, excited tones. “You’re too slow!”
The cold evening sky of Crimson City was filled with heavy clouds, blocking out the stars with the moon partly covered. The city’s streets filled with grime, due to a heavy downpour of rain, and shadows with whispers from those living in the streets adding a little life to it. Lycia Carter, crouched on the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse. Her breath fogged in the frosty air struggling with the cold. Her arms wrapped around her body and her eyes stretched out, leading toward the glittering mansions of the wealthy. Lycia spent her life living with the forgotten, the unseen and the unworthy. The kind of people who scraped by on luck and grit to survive. But tonight was different. Something different was going to happen. Tonight, she was on a mission that could change everything, not just for herself but for Jack too. Jack’s voice echoed in her thoughts, very weak and rasping, as he held her hands that morning.“..listen kid… don't do anything foolish. I’ll get better, I promise” h
A chill ran down her spine. They were not alone. The voice was low, smooth, and laced with a subdued menace that made Lycia’s blood run cold. Her hands were still hovering over the desk, her every instinct screaming at her to turn around, to run, to fight. But she stayed still, her breath shallow, her mind racing. This wasn’t part of the plan. But then again, plans in Crimson City rarely survived the night.Before she could react, a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind, pinning her against the wall. She barely had a chance to scream, before air was knocked out of her lungs, and she struggled, but the grip around her wrists was unyielding and too strong. His presence was overwhelming, the heat of his body pressing against her back. Her breath came in ragged gasps as his hand slid down her arm, pulling the small dagger she had in crossbody bag from her effortlessly. His fingers lingered on her skin, a dangerous mix of possessiveness and raw power.Lycia struggled, trying to c
Lycia stirred from the haze of unconsciousness, the remnants of restless dreams clawing at her mind. The feeling of weightlessness from her escape attempt and the crushing certainty of Cove’s grip, all replaying in flashes in her mind. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, the soft, golden light around her felt odd and disorienting. The world around her was calm, in fact too calm, and it took her a few seconds to remember where she was. Her heart sank as her surroundings came into focus. She was lying in a massive bed, draped in blankets so soft and luxurious that they felt almost otherworldly against her skin. The mattress beneath her was plush, the kind that swallowed you whole. She ran her fingers along the surface of the blankets, feeling silk and fur, yet it felt wrong, alien and somewhat mocking. The room itself was quite imposing. The polished wooden floors reflected the soft light spilling from a chandelier that hung like a humongous spider from the ceiling. Floor-to-
It was night time. The silence in the room was oppressive. Lycia laid on the edge of the bed. She tossed and turned around on her bed, her mind plagued with Cove’s words. Trying to understand what he meant when he said“For surviving”. What did he mean? Was he going to hurt her?Different thoughts ran through her mind, but none had answers to them. As the hours dragged on, sleep remained elusive. Slipping just out of reach each time her eyelids grew heavy. But when it finally came, it swept her away like a tide. It brought with it strange, and vivid dreams. Lycia stood in a forest. It was vast, bathed in eerie silvery light and the trees seemed impossibly tall, with branches reaching towards the sky as if they were grasping for the glowing moon overhead. Each leaf shimmered as though dusted with frost. The air was sharp, alive with the scent of damp earth and pine, carrying whispers she couldn’t understand but felt compelled to follow. As she walked, barefoot and unarmed, the gro
The vast, dimly lit hall of the Lycan Council chamber stretched endlessly, its high vaulted ceilings lost in shadows. Pale moonlight filtered through the ancient stained glass windows, casting jagged patterns across the stone floor. It echoed with the sound of muted footsteps as Cove paced at the head of the long, scarred table. His dark gaze was cold, unwavering, yet his body pulsed with a barely contained fury. The air felt thick with tension, the flickering torches casting long, jagged shadows on the stone walls, as if the very room was holding its breath. Cove stood at the head of the long, weathered oak table, his posture rigid and his expression hard. The lycan heads , the pack’s elite leaders, gathered around him, their unease palpable. They watched him in uneasy silence. Their faces, marked with scars and hardened by battle. This was no ordinary meeting. Oric, the largest of the Lycan heads, and the head of sentinels of the pack. His presence, a mountain of strength and autho
The moon hung low in the sky, its pale glow illuminating the thick dark forest. A shadow darting in between the forest trees, the figure silent as a predator; steps precise, before pausing near a hidden entrance, carved into the side of a cliff. She glanced over her shoulder for a moment, carefully scanning the dark forest to see if anyone had followed her. Every rustling leaf and distant shadow keeping her on edge.Raven’s chest heaved; she was exhausted as she pushed open the heavy wooden door; the cold damp air, inside what looked like a hideout, sending shivers down her spine. She stepped into the dimly lit hideout, her movements purposeful, despite the exhaustion that weighed on her limbs. The sounds of muffled voices echoed through the stone walls, leading her deeper into the lair. Conan was waiting for her arrival. He stood at the center of the cavern, his broad shoulders stiff with tension. His piercing eyes, dark and unreadable, locked onto Raven the moment she entered, with
Lycia walked toward the trees behind the open field, intending to take her usual path to the hidden glade where she practiced her powers. The air was calm, the sky a soft shade of blue. But a prickle of unease ran down her spine. She felt eyes on her. Unseen but heavy, like a shadow clinging to her every step. Instead of following her usual route, she turned toward the town, blending into the winding streets, letting the hum of daily life swallow her presence. Perhaps it was paranoia. Or perhaps it was instinct. Then laughter. Light and full of joy, carried by the wind like a song. It made her stop. Something about it felt familiar, like a memory she couldn’t quite reach. Slowly, she turned, her steps drawn toward the sound, toward the warmth of something she didn’t know she had been looking for. The sounds were made by Cubs The cubs rolled and tumbled, their tiny claws kicking up dust. Between playful growls and nips, they muttered in hushed, excited tones. “You’re too slow!”
His body was failing him, but his mind remained sharp; too sharp for the kind of visitors who were about to darkened his doorstep. Then came the knock. Firm. Confident. Jack wondered who it was before they had opened the door and stepped in. Raven stood there with that damn smirk, leaning against the frame like she belonged there. And beside her, a man Jack had only heard about in whispers; Conan. Cold eyes. A predator’s stance. A presence that felt like death itself had stepped into his home. Jack’s grip tightened on the wooden cane in his hand. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here.” Raven’s smirk widened, but spoke, her voice dripping with mocking innocence. “Just thought we’d drop by since we were in the neighborhood.” Jack let out a dry, mocking chuckle. “Oh, please. You know you don’t have to lie to an old man. What do you want?” Raven stepped a bit closer without consent, her gaze sweeping the room. “Then let’s have a chat, shall we.” “I don’t ch
Morrigana’s breath caught, the words cutting deeper than she’d expected. But she wouldn’t let him see the wound. Instead, she straightened, her nails biting into her skin. “She’s manipulating you,” she hissed. “She’s making you weak.” Cove exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose as if this conversation exhausted him. “She isn’t making me anything, Morrigana.” Morrigana took another step, voice dropping into something darker, something sharp enough to draw blood. “She is nothing, Cove. A thief. A liar. She doesn’t belong here. And the longer you let her stay, the more she will rot everything from the inside out.” Cove’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. So Morrigana pushed further. “You think she won’t betray you?” Her voice turned cruel, slicing like a blade. “She already has. She came here to steal from you. She shoved your hand away in front of everyone. She will turn on you the moment it suits her. And when she does, you’ll regret ever looking at her like she
There was nothing to stop Morrigana from saying what had been clawing at her insides since that moment at the training ground. She found Cove alone in the Alpha’s quarters, standing near the window, his broad shoulders tense. He hadn’t called for her, but that had never stopped her before. Morrigana didn’t waste time. “What the hell was that, Cove?” Cove didn’t turn around. Didn’t even flinch. His voice, when it came, was maddeningly calm. “Be more specific.” Morrigana’s hands curled into fists at her sides. “Don’t play dumb with me, Cove.” Her voice was sharp, cutting. “You carried her. Right in front of the entire pack, Cove.” He exhaled slowly, finally turning to face her. His expression was stern, like his face was carved from stone. “She was injured.” Morrigana laughed, but there was no humor in it. “And since when do you care about that?” She stepped closer, chin lifted, her eyes flashing with anger. “Since when does the mighty Alpha Cove carry people off the battlefield
“You can put me down now,” she muttered, voice quiet but stubborn. Cove didn’t answer. He simply kept walking. Lycia clenched her jaw, forcing herself not to lean into Cove’s warmth. She hated this. Hated the way her body betrayed her, how exhaustion made her weak enough to accept this; even for a second. But then she noticed the direction he was taking, it wasn’t the way to her room; and her frustration shifted to confusion. “We’re not going to your quarters, right?” she asked warily. “No,” he said flatly. A flicker of unease crept in. “Then where…” The answer came when he pushed open a heavy wooden door, and the scent of herbs hit her senses; dried sage, crushed lavender, and the sharp bite of rosemary mingling in the air. Lunara, the pack’s healer, stood in the center of the dimly lit chamber, her violet eyes sharp as she studied them. Shelves lined the walls, filled with jars of dried herbs, vials of shimmering liquid, and aged scrolls containing knowledge only
[Back at the Training Grounds] Lycia’s breaths came fast, shallow, her chest rising and falling as she held Cove’s gaze. She hated the way he looked at her; like he had already won. Like she was his, whether she wanted to be or not. “You can glare at me all you want, little thief,” Cove murmured, his voice deceptively soft. “But at the end of the day, you still stand where I tell you to.” Lycia scoffed, but the sound lacked its usual bite. Her body still ached from the fight, her strength waning. “I don’t stand anywhere for you.” Cove took a slow, deliberate step closer, his towering presence swallowing the space between them. She tried to move but yelped from pain. “You’re hurt,” he noted, voice low, controlled. “You should’ve let me help you up.” Lycia looked at her ankle. She must have sprained it while trying to dodged Morrigana’s attack. She still lo
The air was still thick with tension.Lycia’s breaths came fast and sharp, her body still burning from the brutal fight she just had with Morrigana. She had dirt clinging to her skin, mixing with sweat and she was clearly too exhausted to care about her looks. The training grounds had fallen into stunned silence, all eyes locked onto her and him.Cove.The Alpha.Cove stood tall before her, his silver eyes looking into hers, unreadable and unwavering. He extended his hand to help her stand up; a help Lycia thought to be a silent command and unspoken order.Lycia didn’t move.Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, jaw tight. Every muscle in her body screamed for rest, but she refused to show weakness. When she finally spoke, her voice was like steel.“I don’t need your help.”Cove’s thoughts didn’t change, but the look on his face showed he clearly was not up for games. For a moment, he simply watched her, as if weighing whether she was worth the patience.Then he exhaled, slow an
The warriors' cheers echo through the training grounds, their roars of excitement vibrate through the earth, a clash of approval and bloodlust that fuels the battle unfolding before them. The sound is deafening, howls growing louder with every second, yet beneath it all, a different kind of weight settles over the onlookers.Lycia’s chest rose and fell, the heat still pulsing through her veins, but something deeper; was stirring inside her.The training ground was no longer just a battlefield. It had become an altar, and she was standing at its center, something sacred and cursed in the same breath. The whispers of the Lycans had died out, replaced by stunned silence, their bodies tense, and their instincts screaming at them to recognize the shift in power.Then Morrigana moved.With a wild snarl, Morrigana charged. No tricks, no games; just pure rage.Lycia barely had time to react before they crashed into each ot
Lycia felt the shift in the moment she walked into the training ground. The air was thick with unspoken tension, pressing down on her like a weight. Conversations quieted as she entered, but the stares remained; lingering, calculating.Raven’s presence still clung to her like a ghost, her touch, her voice, the unsettling promises she had whispered. She could hear the hushed whispers, see the way people turned to each other, speaking just low enough that she couldn’t catch the words. But she didn’t need to. The cautious glances, the wariness in their eyes, told her everything.Raven’s words had already spread like wildfire, poisoning the air around her. Lycia forced herself to move forward, head high, steps steady. She had survived Raven’s games. Now, she had to survive this.“She doesn’t belong here.” The words slithered through the air, hushed yet sharp, spoken by a woman with narrowed eyes and lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line. Her fingers curled around the edge of her cloa