It was a Saturday and Jessica didn't want to rise early from bed. She had woken up long ago but chose to stay in bed. As she lay there in bed enjoying her quiet time and going through her thoughts, she heard the door open from downstairs and she heard voices. Jessica's senses had begun to heighten as well after her strength developed. She could hear more than the average human now but still, her hearing and sense of smell were not to be compared with that of other wolves yet. Even in her dull hearing, Jessica recognized the voice downstairs though she could not make out the discussion. She quickly climbed out of bed and descended the stairs quickly but when she got to a point where she could see what was going on, she paused and peaked carefully. Draven stood in the living room with his back turned to where Jessica hid. He was in a conversation with Jessica's father while Jessica's mother stood by the side dressed in her cooking apron and a large kitchen spoon clutched in her hands
Jessica felt something she had never felt before in her entire life. She felt the whole world dissolve leaving her in a state of bliss as her lips connected with Draven's and she felt the wolf in her leap excitedly. They separated and Jessica felt almost ashamed as she looked away. Draven gently brought her face back to look at him. His fingers slowly brushed Jessica's cheeks and Jessica felt the butterflies flutter madly in her stomach. "I love you Jessica." Draven spoke softly, his voice little above a whisper. "You're all I ever needed. I promise to always protect you Jessica. I promise to do all I can to keep you happy and safe." He said vowed. Jessica believed him. She had heard these words before from Landon. She remembered them all too well but hearing the words from Draven was nothing like how Landon had said. Instantly, she believed Draven. Jessica and Alpha Draven spent a while there at the hill top, mostly sharing stories. Jessica who had always believed since day one t
Landon entered the house and carefully scanned his surroundings. The atmosphere was busy and the air filled with the chatter of the drunken men. Landon gritted his teeth angrily. This was what he was reduced to. The Alpha of the moon shadow pack now reduced to carrying out meetings in pubs and shadowy alleys.Alpha Landon pulled the hood of his coat tightly to his face, he could not risk anyone to identify him here. He made his way to the corner where he knew his accomplise would be waiting. True to his word, Jasper James was seated at a table in the corner waiting patiently for his Alpha. Landon plopped down in the seat opposite Jasper and looked around carefully."Fear not Alpha. This is a secured place. You can take off the hood of you please." Jasper assured the Alpha.Landon looked around again apprehensively. All the men were either exchanging blows or chatting loudly in a drunken state. No body seemed to be paying him attention so Landon slowly lowered his hood. "We're done fo
What could possibly happen to Draven? What was wrong actually? Jessica could not deny the way she felt even before Keisha came calling. She had a feeling suddenly as if there was something wrong? The feeling came all of a sudden and strong on Jessica's sub consciousness, the Alpha was in pain. Without waiting to ask or be told anything, Jessica dashed pass her mom, Mrs Lana and the messenger herself. She headed straight at Draven's quarters, running as fast as he could run. Draven was hurt and she needed to be there by his side. Blood coursed through her veins with adrenaline and her little heart hammered against her chest with so much force it seemed her chest would burst open but Jessica ran on. As she ran, she passed one or two people in the hallway who were surprised to see her coming but Jessica ran on, unfazed by anything. Soon enough, Jessica arrived at the meeting room. Without wasting time, she threw the doors open with so much force that made the doors break away from it'
Chapter Forty Four "Koncleia?! Why would you declare koncleia?!" Leo Madison screamed in shock at the Alpha's decree. Alpha Landon smirked smugly at the ruckus he had caused."The koncleia had not being declared for years... Who are you to declare it now?" Leo Madison asked angrily."I am the Alpha!!" Landon screamed like a maniac. "I have every right to declare the Koncleia and I've just done so." Landon established angrily with a rueful look at his father in law.The koncleia was a state of emergency that could only be declared by the Alpha. The koncleia could only be declared in the case of war, external and civil and also when the quest for leadership threatens to throw the pack into chaos.Landon had gotten the revelation to declare koncleia from his trusted aid, Jasper. In the case of a Koncleia, all power and ability to make decisions in anything and everything fell back to the Alpha and the Alpha alone.Alpha Landon knew that with this new strategy all would fall under him wh
Jessica was simply shocked to see Landon standing before her. What was he doing here in the Bloodmoon pack?! Was she really not dreaming? Jessica thought as she looked into Landon's eyes. "Jessica......""Hold it!" Jessica snapped before Landon could say what he wanted to say. "What are you doing here?" She demanded fiercely. "What do you want? How did you get here?!" Jessica asked againAlpha Landon looked hurt and pain under the moonlight. Jessica could see the stress lines and bags under his eyes. It seemed to her that Landon was not sleeping much. She took a moment to scan his whole body with her eyes sharply, taking note of his disheveled clothes and his unkempt hair which had grown full. Landon was not taking proper care of himself lately, Jessica deduced. There was a time she would have felt bad and sorry for his state but at the moment, what ever love she felt for him was replaced only by hatred. "Will you talk or would you have me raise an alarm?" Jessica threatened. "Plea
Draven was agitated as he paced the meeting room taking long and powerful strides as he did so. His hands were clasped behind his back and his brows were furrowed in serious brooding. He paced about quietly for a while totally immersed in his thoughts and then he stopped abruptly and turned to his only companion. "Are you sure of what you say?" Draven asked gravely. "Yes, Alpha." His companion replied, his face masked as he sat in the darkest corner of the room. Draven seemed to continue his pacing but for a while. He stopped abruptly and turned again. "You did well. But this is not the time for us to go public. This is not the time for us to act. I hope you understand that?""Yes Alpha, I do." The man in the shadows replied, his voice calm and steady giving no emotions the man might have been feeling. "Good." Draven nodded. "You're dismissed. You must return immediately, otherwise, you'll be missed." Draven ordered and his companion rose quietly from the shadows. ******Jessica'
By the time Alpha Landon returned to the pack, dawn was almost breaking. Landon's anger made him storm the pack house angrily, not even bothering or trying to be quiet. He opened and closed the door loudly then proceeded to head straight to his room. However, he was intercepted by Zoe. "Why so much noise this early morning? You didn't sleep in?" She asked. Landon stepped back in uncertainty, his eyes fixated on her face as if she would sprang on her at any moment. "You're keeping tabs on me now?" He asked. "You declared Koncleia and put up a curfew. Why will you do that if you can't keep to it yourself?" Zoe queried. Alpha Landon went pale with rage. He remembered the discussion he overheard between Zoe and her father concerning him and he was simply seething with pure rage.Zoe sighed and inched closer to him. "Landon." Her voice softened. "How long do we keep fighting hunny? How long do we continue like this?" She continued to inch closer while Landon moved back in pure horror.
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