Sofia had always lived a quiet, peaceful life among humans, unaware of the secrets buried deep within her. That all changed when she accidentally hits a young wolf child on a secluded forest road. The child dies because he had not activated his wolf curse so he was still human. The incident triggered a curse, awakening parts of her she never knew existed. Now imprisoned in the royal pack’s cell, Sofia awaited judgment, fear and guilt gnawing at her. She didn’t know who these people were, but their dominating presence terrified her. The guilt of having killed a child weighed heavily on her, but even more unsettling were the strange changes she began to experience in her body,changes she didn’t understand were leading to her first shift with the coming full moon. “Is she in here?” Alaric, the Alpha King, demanded, his voice cutting through the silence. His anger was palpable as he entered the cell. The guards pointed to where Sofia huddled, trembling in the corner. But when Alaric saw her, his fury dissolved into shock. The fragile woman before him was his.... his mate? The revelation hit him hard, filling him with both anguish and confusion. Sofia, though lost in her fear, felt an inexplicable pull toward this powerful, angry man,which she didn't understand. Alaric’s mind raced. How would his pack react to the news that their Alpha’s mate had killed one of their pups? He faced an agonizing choice: protect Sofia and risk the pack’s wrath or reject his mate to maintain his loyalty. With the full moon fast approaching, his decision would determine not only his leadership but also his bond with his mate.
View MoreThree Years Later.The sun was low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the lush green fields surrounding the pack's new home. The once-barren land now flourished, the earth rich with life, much like the bond between Alaric and Sofia. The house, built with stone and wood, sat at the edge of the forest, just far enough to feel the wildness but close enough to the pack’s heart. It was a symbol of their triumph, of their new beginning, and their unwavering strength as leaders.Sofia sat on the porch, a soft breeze ruffling her hair, as she watched her two pups playing in the yard. Sifa, the older of the two, bounded around with the energy of a small wolf, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. His fur, a deep, rich brown, gleamed under the sunlight, much like Alaric’s. Sara, a one-year-old bundle of joy, followed her brother’s every move, her golden curls bouncing as she tried to mimic his every action, though she was still finding her feet. Her laughter filled the air, a sound so
The day after the battle dawned clear and bright, the air cool but filled with the promise of a new beginning. The landscape before them, once marred by the carnage of war, now seemed to pulse with life, as if nature itself was rejoicing in the peace that had settled, albeit temporarily. The ground was still littered with the remnants of war—broken weapons, the bodies of fallen warriors—but in their midst stood something more powerful, something that couldn’t be erased: hope.Alaric and Sofia stood together, shoulder to shoulder, on the rise above the battlefield, watching as their people began to gather. Their pack, their family, was rebuilding, and a sense of unity hummed in the air. The battle was over, but the war was not the end. It was only the beginning of something bigger, something they had only begun to understand.Alaric's grip tightened on the hilt of his sword, the weight of it a constant reminder of the burden he carried. His eyes, those intense blue eyes that had seen s
The once chaotic battlefield now lay in eerie silence. The sounds of growling, snarling, and clashing claws had faded, leaving only the sounds of heavy breaths and the occasional cry of the wounded. The scent of blood still hung thick in the air, mingling with the dust and smoke rising from the fire-lit remains of the battle. It was over. Thorne was dead, but the cost had been high.Alaric stood amidst the wreckage, his eyes scanning the field. His fur was matted with blood, some of it his own, some of it from the warriors who had fought against him. He had been at the center of the storm, leading his pack through the carnage, and now, with Thorne’s death, a semblance of peace had returned—at least for the moment.But peace was an illusion.As his eyes flickered over the fallen bodies of Thorne’s warriors, some who had fought fiercely, others who had simply been swept along in the madness of their leader’s ambition, Alaric couldn’t shake the weight of the future pressing down on him.
ALARIC'S POVThe battlefield had become a blur of motion and chaos. The scent of blood, sweat, and fear clung to the air, mixing with the sharp tang of adrenaline. Warriors fought in wolf form, their bodies flashing in the dim light, their howls and growls reverberating through the chaos. The air was thick with tension, the earth shaking beneath the ferocity of their battle.Alaric’s heart pounded as he moved through the battlefield, each step purposeful and calculated. His silver fur gleamed, an unspoken symbol of his power and dominance as the Eclipse Wolf. His eyes, sharp and focused, scanned the horizon, knowing the final showdown was approaching.In the distance, he saw him—Thorne. The leader of the enemy forces. His once-proud form was bloodied and battered, his fur matted and torn from the ongoing conflict, yet his eyes burned with the same fire of madness that had driven him to this point. Thorne had lost control over his army, and now, in the final moments of the battle, he s
The battle was chaos, a flurry of fur and fangs as warriors collided in wolf form, each one fighting with a ferocity born of survival and loyalty. The ground trembled beneath the thunder of paws, and the air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and fear. But amidst it all, Sofia's heart beat with a steady rhythm, her instincts sharp, her senses heightened as she fought beside Alaric.Her fur was dark, shimmering under the light of the moon as she darted through the battlefield, her mind focused on the task at hand—breaking through Thorne's ranks. Every time she pushed her claws into the earth, a surge of power rippled through her, her connection to her wolf form deepening as her strength grew.She caught a glimpse of Alaric ahead, his silver fur flashing as he tore through Thorne's forces. His eyes were focused, his movements calculated, a deadly force in their own right. The Eclipse Wolf had fully emerged within him, and with every strike, Alaric's dominance over the battlefield
Alaric’s POVThe air was thick with tension, a heavy, oppressive atmosphere that settled over the battlefield like a storm before the rain. I stood at the forefront of my forces, eyes scanning the horizon, searching for any sign of movement. My warriors were ready, their weapons sharp, their expressions determined, but the waiting was always the hardest part. It was a necessary evil, the calm before the chaos.Sofia stood beside me, her gaze equally sharp, though there was an unreadable depth in her eyes. She wasn’t just a warrior anymore. She had embraced something darker, something more powerful. Her dream abilities, her growing control over the shadows, had shifted the tides in our favor, but now, with the battle at hand, we would need to rely on more than just influence from afar."You’re ready," I said, my voice low, though my words were an attempt to reassure both of us. Sofia met my gaze, a slight nod confirming my words, though I could see the flicker of uncertainty behind her
Sofia's POVThe night before the battle felt heavier than the previous days combined. The weight of everything—our entire future, the future of the pack, and all those who had fought by our side—hung in the air like a thick, oppressive fog. It was a moment of quiet before the storm, but in that silence, I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, the steady rhythm of nerves and determination. Tomorrow would change everything, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it.I stood outside the camp, away from the hustle of preparations, allowing myself a few moments of solitude. The night was cold, but the chill didn’t bother me. I was too caught up in the whirlwind of thoughts, doubts, and the growing unease that was gnawing at me. It was the feeling of knowing something was coming, something I couldn’t control, and the fear that I might not be able to handle it when it did.I could sense Alaric before I even heard his footsteps. The air shifted, and there was a presence at my side. He wasn’
Sofia’s POVThe night felt heavy, oppressive, as if the very air around us was thickening, suffocating. The calm before the storm, I thought, though it didn’t feel like calm at all. I had been walking around the camp for hours, unable to settle my mind. Too much had happened in too little time, and now everything seemed poised on the edge of breaking.Thorne was becoming more erratic by the day. His decisions were rash, his temper volatile. But it wasn’t just him—it was his army, too. I could feel the tremors of doubt creeping through their ranks, a quiet undercurrent that threatened to pull everything apart. His warriors were beginning to question, to falter. The cracks were widening, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to shatter everything.I felt Alaric before I saw him. His presence was like a weight in the air, grounding, comforting. He had become my anchor in this chaos, the one constant I could rely on, even when everything else seemed to be slipping through my fingers. His foots
Sofia's POVThe cold wind whipped across the plains, biting at my skin as I stood near the edge of the camp. The feeling of unease hadn’t left me for days, but tonight it felt heavier, more palpable. There was something about the stillness in the air, the way the sky seemed to stretch on forever without a single cloud to break the vast emptiness, that made it feel like we were on the cusp of something monumental. We were about to change everything, and yet, in my heart, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were teetering on the edge of disaster.I couldn’t help but glance toward the horizon, where the faintest glow of the setting sun reflected off the distant mountains. It was hard to reconcile the peaceful beauty of the scene with the violence we were about to face. I had always known that this day would come, that the battle against Thorne and his army would be inevitable, but it didn’t make the reality of it any easier to accept. In the past few days, I had pushed my fear aside, fo
(Sofia's POV)I should have turned back the moment the trees started closing in. They seemed taller tonight, more oppressive, the branches reaching across the sky like skeletal hands trying to blot out what little light remained. The path ahead was dark, unfamiliar, and yet, I kept going. I didn’t care where I was headed. The aimless drive was all I had left to hold onto.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the leather cold against my skin. The hum of the engine was a dull background noise compared to the echo of my thoughts,thoughts I couldn’t outrun, no matter how fast I drove.I missed them. God, I missed them so much. It had been years, but the ache was still there, lodged in my chest like a thorn I could never pull out. My parents. The people who had given me everything, who had loved me unconditionally… and who had been taken from me without warning. I could still remember that day as if it had happened yesterday.The phone call in the middle of the night. The police officer’s...
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