CHAPTER 85The rage, the blinding and consuming fury had ebbed away leaving behind a vast and empty space where it once raged. Now, in the stillness of the study, Alpha Landon was left with a chilling reality. His hands, still trembling, were stained red, and a horrifyingly familiar scent lingered in the air, the metallic tang of blood.Landon's gaze fell on the body sprawled on the plush rug, the face contorted in a grotesque mask of pain. Leo Madison, Zoe's father, his father-in-law, a man he had once considered an ally. Now, he was nothing more than a corpse.Panic cold and sharp pierced through the fog of his lingering anger. He was lost, adrift in a sea of fear and confusion. He had crossed a line, a line that couldn't be unseen, couldn't be undone. He had to get out of here, to escape the suffocating weight of his crime.Landon tiptoed out of the study, his heart pounding like a runaway drum. He navigated the silent corridors of his sprawling manor, his movements furtive, his ga
Draven walked silently, His wolf, a beast of pure fury, snarled against the leash he held tight, mirroring the tempest raging within him. He’d left the Blood Moon Pack, his home, and his legacy behind. Not by choice, but forced out by betrayal, a wound that festered deeper than any physical injury.Mateo, his trusted ally and his brother-in-arms, had usurped the throne, turning his back on their shared history. Draven could still recall the cold shock of betrayal, the icy hand of fear that gripped his heart as Mateo had banished him, his mate, and his loyal pack members.His mate, Jessica, walked beside him. Though her scent was a balm to his wounded spirit and a fragile peace in the storm, he couldn’t shake the image of Mateo’s sneering face, his eyes devoid of the loyalty they once held.“It’s not fair, Draven,” Jessica murmured, her voice soft as a whisper. “Mateo… he’s lost his way.”He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face hardening. “He chose this path, Jessica,” he growled,
The air in the meeting room was thick with the scent of tension. The Moon Shadow Pack cabinet members, usually bustling with confident chatter, sat stiffly, their usual expressions of power replaced by uneasy apprehension. Their eyes, drawn to the head of the table, darted back and forth as if they couldn't believe the sight before them.Zoe Madison sat on the Alpha's chair, a stark silhouette against the mahogany wood, her hair which was usually pulled back in a neat braid, cascading down her shoulders and framing her face like a silver halo. A single tear glistened on her cheek.The chair, a symbol of power that had belonged to her husband, Alpha Landon, felt alien beneath her. Yet, there she was, a woman draped in grief, her eyes shimmering with a fiery resolve. "I've called this meeting." her voice, though strained, resonated with a newfound power, "for matters that are urgent and grave." She said.A wave of whispers rippled through the room, punctuated by nervous coughs. The cabi
The wind howled like a banshee, whipping through the branches of the old trees that guarded the Howling Wind Pack territory. Nestled amongst those trees, a small, cozy cabin became a haven for Jessica, a sanctuary from the trouble that had consumed her life. The Howling Wind Pack, led by the gruff yet kind Alpha Logan, had welcomed her and her companions with open arms, offering them shelter and a sense of peace that she hadn't felt in months. Days bled into weeks, and Jessica found herself lost in the quiet rhythm of life in the forest. The bustle of her old pack, the blood moon pack, felt like a distant memory, replaced by the gentle rustling of leaves and the murmuring of the stream that flowed nearby. She missed her mother w, her friends, the familiarity of her home. But with Draven by her side, a sliver of hope flickered within her. He, her mate, the Alpha she loved with all her being, had fled the Moon Shadow Pack, leaving behind his position and his friend Mateo, who had betr
The howling wind whipped through the ancient oaks that bordered the clearing, their branches swaying like skeletal fingers against the darkening sky. Inside the large, moss-covered longhouse, a tension thicker than the smoke curling from the hearth hung in the air. Alpha Logan, his face etched with worry, sat at the head of the long oak table, his gaze flitting between the council members and the five figures seated opposite him. Draven, his silver hair a stark contrast against the dark clothes he wore, sat rigidly, his hands clenched into fists. Beside him, Jessica, her hair ablaze in the firelight, met Logan’s gaze with a defiance that flickered with a hint of fear. Sebastian, his weathered face etched with lines of worry, sat beside Jessica, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. Vicky, her vibrant green eyes alert, watched Logan with a fierce protectiveness, while Asher, Draven’s beta, leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed, his face a mask of stoic calm.The council member
The early morning sun found Draven and his group right outside the pack house of the howling wind pack. Draven stood motionless with his eyes fixed on the big house in front of him. His people stood beside him in the same manner quietly watching. If Draven was angry or sad, his facial expression didn't give it up as he stood there solemnly looking at the house he was leaving behind. His whole world was crumpling and crumpling fast. First it was Mateo and now it was Alpha Logan whom he counted as an ally. Draven was sure that he would never allow the this to happen Logan If he were in the Alpha's shoes.Alpha Logan had made his decision. Draven was sent out of the pack even before he could settle down with those who fled with him. He took a deep breath and sighed before turning to face the unknown. "Come on, let's get out of here." He told his group.Sebastian walked side by side with his daughter and Asher walked with Vicky leaving Draven with Tom Madison. While the others talked beh
Draven strode silently beside Nathan, his powerful frame barely making a sound as he moved. His face was a mask of stoicism, his dark eyes reflecting the coolness of the night, but beneath the surface lurked an undercurrent of tension, a simmering agitation that spoke of a battle fought within his soul.Nathan, a jovial man with a mischievous glint in his amber eyes, deliberately slowed his pace, allowing a comfortable distance to develop between them. His laughter, a low rumble that resonated through the night, broke the silence. "So, my friend, what brings the great Alpha Draven to the humble territory of the Midnight Pack?" He asked, his tone laced with a teasing edge.Draven remained silent, his gaze fixed on the path ahead, the forest floor lit dimly by the moonlight. He was acutely aware of Nathan's amusement, the subtle mocking undertone in his voice. He knew the man was enjoying his discomfort, the turmoil that swirled within him."Word on the wind," Nathan continued, his voic
The scent of blood still clung to the air in the Moon Shadow pack"s council chamber, a faint, metallic tang that mingled with the musky odor of wolf and the damp earth of the approaching spring. Zoe, her shair pulled back from her face, sat at the head of the long oak table, the polished surface reflecting the flickering flames of the hearth. Her eyes, the same shade of midnight blue as the moonless night, scanned the faces of the council, her gaze lingering on each member, assessing their reactions to her words.She had become Luna by the most brutal of means, the murder of Alpha Landon, her own husband. The council had been complicit in his death, their silence a tacit agreement to her ascension. Zoe had ensured their cooperation, a well-placed threat here, a whispered promise there, twisting their fear into loyalty.The council members, their faces etched with worry and a hint of reluctant awe, sat rigidly in their chairs. There was a vacancy at the far end of the table, where Beta