Draven sat in his quarters alone and in deep thinking as he rapped the table unconsciously with his fingers. The events of that afternoon were still fresh in his mind as he sat there quietly, just thinking.The door opened slightly and a small figure stepped in. Draven did not even bother to look, he knew who it was already. He had perceived her long before she even opened the door. It was Keisha, his servant. "Alpha, Isabelle is outside demanding entry." Keisha informed. "Tell her am busy." Draven replied. "She insists Alpha."Draven remained quiet. "Alpha, she....""Tell her I'm busy..." Draven snapped angrily causing Keisha to jump in surprise at his sharp voice. Keisha turned immediately and hurried outside. Draven remained quiet, brooding calmly, his mind running quickly with thought after thought as he sat there. His sharp ears caught movement outside the door. It was as if a struggle was going on out there. The door bust open abruptly and he could hear Keisha gasp. "I'm s
The blood moon was several nights away but still he felt himself slipping into that familiar state. That state were everything seemed to irritate him. Alpha Draven was brooding alone in his chambers, what exactly had led him to this state of mind? Someone would wonder. Draven was in his rage mood and to top it off, Isabelle was being a nuisance. Isabelle had known him for a very long time since when they were little but Draven really felt nothing towards her. "Alpha?" The voice came outside his door softly interrupting his thinking but the Alpha heard it no doubt. Someone wanted an audience and he needed to grant them one. "Come in." Draven said gruffly and the door opened with a soft click. Beta Asher stepped into the room. "I'm sorry to intrude on your evening Alpha." Asher apologized. Asher paused but there was no response from The Alpha. "We have a visitor Alpha." Asher added. But still no response from the Alpha who sat in his chair staring outside through a window with a fa
Silence reigned in the room again as Draven surveyed Nathan's face carefully. The latter's eyes remained fixed and locked unto his host's eyes as they stared on as if having a telepathic conversation. Draven finally sighed and lay back in his chair, a sign for his Beta to take over. "And for what reason should we rally with you Alpha Nathan?" Asher asked. "Mutual benefits Beta." Alpha Nathan replied. "We both know that my pack supplies the finest coal and wolfsbane which is the thing you require most here at blood moon pack but seem to be in short supply of." As Nathan said this, he flashed a look at Draven. "What I'm saying is that I have a lot of both at the midnight pack and I promise unlimited supply to blood moon pack in exchange for a partnership.""You make a fine proposal Alpha Nathan." Asher replied. "But blood moon pack bows to no one and we're certainly not a week pack. Whatever army breeds in the North, blood moon pack is more than capable of handling such... ALONE." A
Her mind wandered away from the lecture easily. Jessica was thinking about a lot of things as she sat there in class that particular day. She thought about the possibility of a way to find her wolf immediately, Isabelle had told her this. She thought about the curse that lingered around Alpha Draven and whether it was possible for such a curse to be lifted. Jessica also thought about her new unlocked strength and she felt comfortable thinking about this because this clearly marked that she was not without a wolf after all. "Miss Lyon are you with us?" Her teacher, Mrs Derrick asked abruptly, bringing Jessica's train of thoughts to an immediate halt. "Y...yes Mrs Derrick." Jessica replied hastily and after a moment's stare, Mrs Derrick went on with her teaching. Jessica sat up and tried to pay close attention but then something caught her attention. Isabelle's two best friends were in the class but the former was absent. Isabelle was not one to miss a class or school, yet she was n
Jessica pressed the doorbell and stood back, hearing it echo its ding-dong from within. She stood in front of a semi-detached house she believed to be where Isabelle Lana lived. The house was surrounded by a well-trimmed hedge and a lawn well-trimmed as well. The house exuded wealth as Jessica observed it admiringly. Jessica heard no sound from within to indicate that her call was answered so she hit the doorbell again and waited calmly. Jessica was intending to hit the bell again when the door opened abruptly and without warning. A woman stood in the doorway dressed in a yellow top and a pair of jeans trousers. Jessica gathered immediately that this must be Isabelle's mother judging by their same color of eyes and hair. "Hello, can I help?" The woman asked. "Umm Miss Lana, hi. Is Isabelle within?" Jessica asked quickly. The woman turned immediately and called from behind. "Isabelle... There's someone here to see you."Jessica stood at the door uncomfortably waiting. She didn't w
"You seem surprised." Mr Lana laughed when he noticed Jessica's unease. "Don't be surprised. Knowing things is what I do." He winked. Jessica however remained skeptical and all of a sudden, she felt insecure sitting there with Mr Lana. "I should probably go now." Jessica said as she stood up abruptly. "Of course Jessica." Mr Lana nodded casually. "Of course. You need to return to your family. I imagine they'll be really worried now."Without another word, Jessica left the room, walking back home as quickly as her little legs would carry her. And as she left, her mind continued reeling about the the events that had occured that day. She could not shake off the feeling of being watched and even though she had stopped twice to scan her environments, Jessica could not see anyone in sight. She turned and sped on quickly, eager to reach the safe confirms of the pack residential building. ***"How is this possible? Who authorized this?!" Alpha Landon thundered at the men who had disturbed
"Alfredo was my most trusted servant! He was the very best! Who is this little boy you've replaced him with?" Landon thundered. "This is Tom. He's my nephew." Zoe replied. "Tom? Your nephew? That's why you saw it fit to fire an experienced servant isn't it? We talked about this, did we not?" Landon asked angrily. "Wait outside Tom." Zoe said to the new personal servant. The boy turned to walk about. "Don't you dare move an inch." Landon growled at the boy and the boy stopped in his tracks. "You take this boy away from this place and you'll bring back Alfredo as fast as possible or else.....""You'll what?" Zoe snapped. "You'll cast me away the way you did to Jessica Lyon? I'm your Luna Landon, and I don't have to cower and hang on your every word. I'm not your servant."Landon was taken aback by Zoe's words. He had never ever imagined that Zoe would fire back at him this way but here he was, receiving it from his newly wedded wife. "I'm your Luna Landon. It means I have a level
The next days went on in a blur for Jessica. Isabelle continued with her anger towards Jessica and her reluctance to even talk to Jessica. Jessica on her part decided to keep her distance too. Alpha Draven was hardly seen around and he stopped his frequent visits to the school. This was the normal way everything was, before the arrival of Jessica to the pack. Jessica, with her now heightened strength had accepted finally and whole heartedly that she was going to find her wolf eventually. She focused more in school and even more so when it came to the trainings while carefully staying away from Isabelle and her cronies. Thus did Jessica continue her life at blood moon pack. "It's been days now since the Alpha last visited. Any chance you'd know why he hasn't dropped by lately?" A boy in Jessica's class asked. Jessica was paired with him for science practicals and Andy was using this opportunity to nag at Jessica. "How I'm i supposed to know?" Jessica replied nonchalantly, focused o
EPILOGUEA year had passed since the blood moon had finally relinquished its hold on Draven, and the Alpha's presence had shifted in a way that mirrored the sun's gradual warming after a long, harsh winter. His eyes, once perpetually shadowed with the darkness of the curse, now sparkled with a newfound warmth. The lines etched deep around his mouth, carved by years of torment and brutal battles, softened with each passing day, replaced by a gentle curve that spoke of inner peace.The council chamber was a vast, circular space carved into the heart of the ancient oak forest that ringed the Blood Moon Pack territory. Sunlight streamed through the tall, arched windows, illuminating the polished wood of the massive table where the Alpha and his council sat. A crackling fire danced in the hearth, casting flickering shadows that danced across the faces of the council members. They were a diverse group, united by their loyalty to Draven and their commitment to the pack's future.Seated at th
The air hung heavy with the scent of victory and the lingering tang of blood. The battlefield, once a scene of brutal carnage, now lay silent, the moon a crimson orb casting an eerie glow upon the ravaged landscape. The Blood Moon Pack, once a symbol of fear and tyranny under Mateo’s rule, was finally free. And at its heart stood Draven, his silver hair gleaming under the blood moon”s light, his eyes burning with an intensity that spoke of the battles waged and won.A roar erupted from the assembled pack, a symphony of gratitude and relief. They had fought alongside him, their hearts echoing his own defiance against Mateo’s cruelty. Now, their hero stood victorious, a beacon of hope in the midst of the devastation.“Draven! Draven!“ the chants rose, a tide of voices echoing through the valley. The pack surged forward, their faces a mix of elation and awe. They reached out, their hands trembling, eager to touch the man who had brought them back from the brink.Draven, his gaze sweepin
The canvas of Draven”s tent billowed gently in the cool night air, the moon casting long, skeletal shadows across the camp. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of pine and the soft, rhythmic breathing of a sleeping woman. Draven lay beside Jessica, his hand resting gently on her swollen belly. A slight tremor rippled beneath his touch.“He”s kicking again." Jessica murmured, her voice laced with a sleepy smile. “Every time you”re near, he gets all excited. He knows you”re the one who will lead him to greatness.“Draven chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through his chest. “Perhaps he”s sensing the warrior spirit of his father." he said, his thumb tracing the contours of her stomach. “He”ll be a great leader, there”s no doubt about it.“They fell silent, the only sound the crackling of the fire outside and the gentle rustling of the leaves in the nearby forest. Jessica sighed, her hand finding his. “I miss our home, Draven." she whispered, her voice tinged with a wistful longin
The chilling air of the Blood Moon Pack territory wrapped around Draven like a shroud. The scent of pine and damp earth, normally comforting, now carried the weight of his impending battle. He’d been away for so long, a prisoner of his own curse, but now the time had come. The time to reclaim what was rightfully his. He raised his hand, halting the silent march of his army, the crimson banner of the Blood Moon Pack fluttering in the wind behind him. It was a symbol of power, of might, but now it was a symbol of his own shattered past.“We” 'll camp here," he announced, his voice resonating with an undercurrent of steel. The soldiers, hardened and loyal, responded with a chorus of grunts and the rhythmic scraping of boots on the ground as they began to set up camp. Draven watched them, a flicker of pride passing through him. These were his warriors, his brothers, the ones who had followed him through fire and blood, the ones who believed in him despite the darkness that resided within
The air in the dungeon cell felt thick with despair, a weight that pressed down on Vivian and Penny like a physical entity. The only light filtering in was a sliver of pale moonlight that sliced through the barred window, casting long, ominous shadows across the damp stone walls. They sat huddled together on the cold, hard floor, their backs against the rough stone, each seeking solace in the other”s presence.“He”s coming,” Penny whispered, her voice barely audible over the constant dripping of water from a crack in the ceiling.Vivian looked at her, a faint flicker of hope igniting in her eyes. “You”re sure?““The guards have been whispering,” Penny replied, her voice low and urgent. “They”re scared. They”re talking about Alpha Draven, about how he”s returning to reclaim the pack.“A deep sigh escaped Vivian”s lips. “It feels like a dream,” she admitted, her voice thick with emotion. “For so long, we”ve been trapped in this darkness. A sliver of hope was all we had left, but now...“
In the dimly lit council chamber of the Moon Shadow Pack, a sense of unease hung heavy in the air. The tragic demise of Alpha Landon, their former leader, cast a long shadow upon the gathering, their hearts still reeling from the treachery that had unfolded. In the aftermath, the cruel and power hungry Zoe, the architect of Landon"s downfall, had been banished, leaving a void in the pack"s leadership.As the cabinet members filed into the chamber, their faces etched with concern and uncertainty, Silas, the pack"s elder and former Beta, took his place at the head of the long oak table. His gaze was steady, his demeanor resolute, despite the weight of the decisions that lay before them."My fellow council members." Silas began, his voice resonating with authority, "we find ourselves at a critical juncture in the history of our pack. The events of recent days have tested our unity and resolve. It is imperative that we emerge from this turmoil with strength and determination."A ripple of
The air hung thick and heavy within the dank confines of the dungeon cell with the only light filtering in from a narrow slit high in the stone wall. Two figures huddled in the corner, their faces illuminated by the dim glow of a flickering torch. One, clad in a simple linen tunic shifted restlessly with her gaze fixed on the iron bars that separated her from the outside world. The other, a woman of imposing stature her dark hair pulled back in a tight braid remained still, her eyes reflecting the cold and hard reality of their situation."It's been two days." the woman in linen whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Two days since they dragged us down here.” “Two days too long,” the other woman, the one with the braid, replied, her voice gravelly. “And still no word from the outside world or about Draven and his group.” The woman in linen, Vivian, let out a soft sigh. "I worry about them. Especially Jess. She is so young.”The other woman, Penny, her gaze hardening, said, "Mateo
The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and the metallic tang of fear. Jessica stood before Zoe, her figure rigid with the stark moonlight etching sharp shadows across her face. Her eyes, usually warm and welcoming were now cold glacial pools reflecting the depth of her anger. "You were my friend, Zoe." she said, her voice a low dangerous rumble. "We shared secrets, dreams, tears. And for what? For a taste of power? You threw our friendship aside, willingly walked the path of betrayal, all for the illusion of control."Zoe, her once proud face now contorted with fear, sank to her knees, her eyes wide and pleading. "Jessica, please, I know I made a terrible mistake. I was blinded by ambition, I lost my way. But I'm begging you, forgive me. I've learned my lesson, I'll never betray you again."Jessica's anger, fueled by the betrayal and the pain Zoe had inflicted began to bubble over. It was a pain that resonated deep within her, a constant reminder of the suffering Zoe had orchestra
The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. The sun, just peeking over the horizon, painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting long shadows across the sprawling forest. Jessica, her face flushed with the excitement of the coming journey, stood beside Draven, her hand snugly clasped in his. Her heart thumped with a rhythm that echoed the steady pounding of the horses" hooves on the forest floor."We"re finally going home." she whispered, her voice alight with a joy that resonated deep within her soul."Home." Draven echoed, his voice husky with emotion. He squeezed her hand, the warmth of his touch radiating through her, a comforting anchor in the turbulent storm of anticipation that raged within her. It had been months since she"d last seen her family, her mother, her siblings. The image of their worried faces, etched in her mind, fueled her desire to reach the Blood Moon pack, to be reunited with them, to share the news of her pregnancy, to feel the