/Alora/The forest lay still around us, and after any sort of spoliation comes the shocked stillness when even the birds are too stunned to sing.But the Lycan’s blood’s scent now hung heavy in the air; further than that, the scent that clung to the very edging, the female of the scent of the Lycan—held an even deeper overtone, the throbbing of the wild power that I have released.The humming of my hands, with that energy, so alien yet strong coursing inside, and then suddenly racing as if a sluice gate had been opened, wouldn't leave me alone and sent shivers down my body.Randall stood beside me, his chest heaving, the weight of what had just passed leaving a shadow on his face. And in his eyes, a mix of awe and fear stared back, but there was something beneath it, a question unsaid, a weight between us.You're not a force of nature, Alora." The low, guttural quality to his voice raised my skin into gooseflesh. "You are something else."I twisted toward him, still catching my breath
/-Alora-/The moon was full and hung heavy through the thick forest above. The clearing area was very quiet except for the rustle of trees and the snaps of twigs under our feet.Lyanna's words weighed on me with the suffocating pressure of a smothering fog; there was no relief from the sense that the world around me was constantly in change, in ways too grand for me to even begin to understand.Prophecy, ancient power. Neither had ever figured into my plans."Chosen," I said to myself because it sounded stupid if said out loud. "Chosen for what?Her eyes, older than the forest itself, spoke to me with a sad understanding. "To balance, Alora. To right the wrongs that have festered for so many ages. You bear the blood of those who once ruled these lands, before the betrayal, before the fall.I turned to Randall, quiet beside me, arms crossed over his chest. He watched Lyanna closely, his face unreadable, but the tightness in his jaw told me he was listening."The fall," I said, my voice
/Alora/With the weight of the night and the trees, their branches long, casting their shadows across the clearing.Lyanna disappeared into the woods, silent as was her arrival, and left in my mind was the echo of her words: a prophecy, a curse upon our bloodline, and him who betrayed my ancestors.It is a lot, too much to handle, I know, and with which we cannot afford to turn a blind eye.Randall stood beside me, his dark eyes fixed on that one point where Lyanna had disappeared.His body was tense, his jaw tightening with emotion not quite kept at bay. I felt the heat of his presence, the pull that was between us, still present and raw, still silent.I don’t think she is telling the truth, he muttered venomously. Lyanna knows more than she is letting watchers and readers know. She's hiding something.".I looked at him; I was shocked at the depth of hate in his tone. Do you not believe that she is lying?He knotted his brows and shook his head. "Not lying. But stingy. There's someth
His words kept reverberating in my mind as the sound of a funeral bell, and it was sober around us.I saw him look at me, as though I was a thread unwinding in his hands, and each word that came from his lips pulled the knot even tighter. Though I still had a lot of questions, the look in his eyes made me keep shut.He was getting ready for something important about my family, something that could change the tide of this fight as far as I could see. So, what was it? And why did he not say it before? The moment Randall looked at Damon, his muscles tensed up and his fingers got tight. The defensive mode was already on, and I could see the gears spinning. I knew it was Damon's game, though, and we had no other choice. "So, what is it, Damon?" The tight way he spoke probably hid the fact that he didn't like the man in front of him. "What is the true story?" Because at the end of the day, we are perfectly able to tell you and choose for ourselves whether it is worth taking up even half
/Alora/The roar was stronger this time. It wasn't a sound; it was a warning, a hint to something much worse. The ground underneath me began to shake, like if something ancient was rising to life.My pulse was beating, but the dread quickly faded into something else: instinct. An impulse so primal and animalistic, but one I understood was linked to the power Damon talked about.It's a murmur, a cry from deep inside me, encouraging me onward. And in such moments, I couldn't wait for answers, especially since whatever was coming was becoming closer.I turned to face Randall, but he was looking beyond me into the darkness. His muscles were tensed, ready to pounce if assaulted, and his eyes flashed with wariness. "Get back," he murmured hurriedly.Before I could say anything, he pushed in closer to me, his huge bulk covering me from whatever danger lurked in the darkness. My heart started beating, and a burst of energy filled me. Something was amiss, and every part of me sensed it. We wer
/-Alora-/Smoldering soil and burnt fur filled the air with a pungent aroma. My pulse was still racing in my chest, pushing adrenaline through my veins as I stared down at the renegade Alpha's body. A monster, so terrifying and strong that it nearly took us to our knees, lay destroyed and vanquished.But then it hit me like a ton of bricks: it wasn't Randall's strength or talent that caused the third rabbit to die; it was my responsibility.I could still feel the vestiges of that power in me, buzzing beneath my skin like a live wire, and it was more than just an aftershock: it flowed with a hazardous rhythm, a force both terrifying and exhilarating.The peaceful sensation persisted between us. I could feel Randall was gazing at me, but I couldn't force myself to look back—at least not now.I didn't comprehend what had happened. The surge of power—the tremendous energy—was unlike anything I had ever felt before. My palm still tingled where it had sent forth the wave, and my fingers bur
/-Alora-/There was thick silence around the area after the defeat of the rogue Alpha.A strong energy ran inside my body, my heart racing in my chest with every pulse a memory of the wild power that had surged through my veins. Yet, I couldn't bask in the win just yet. I was out of breath, my body sore from the hard work put into it, and yet a sense of danger around me remained. Whatever it was, this was only the beginning.Randall was several feet away from me, upright and stiff, his back straight; he breathed quickly and was, if anything, the only proof that he wasn't an immovable rock in front of this risk. I noted his hands were clenched at his sides, the knuckles pale, as if he too were still angry over what had happened.I wanted to ask him, talk with him what all that would mean, but no word could find a way out. Anger was not completely gone from inside me, and it can be felt bubbling, only waiting for the right time to act.Alora, Randall's words cut through the thick fog i
/Alora/There was something different about the night now. I couldn't catch all of the secrets the wind told me. As its cold fingers touched my skin, I felt a chill run down my back. My heart was still beating fast, but not from the fight, but from the damned, twisted truth that was pressing on me.I tried to erase Randall's words from my mind by telling myself that they were just another dishonest way for him to control me. I knew he was telling the truth. Something dark, unknown, and very old was inside me. This wasn't just an ability; it was the secret gift of an Alpha family that had been kept secret for hundreds of years. But that was not what scared me.But what scared me was that it was within me. I could feel the beat of that power in me, running just below the surface, waiting for the moment it would break free. And every time that thought crossed my mind, the desire to use it to destroy everything in my way grew greater.Randall's words still rang in my head: they would
/-Alora-/It felt like a physical weight was pressing down on me as I moved back and forth in my room because the air was so charged.Randall turned to see Patrick sitting in the corner, reading a big book that Patrick had borrowed from Randall. He looked at me every once in a while, and his face showed that he was worried and angry.He said it again, "You are going to fall into depression if you don't stop overthinking," but he didn't even look at me."It doesn't matter to me if I did!" I fired back. "Who would I trust, and when will all the steps stop leading me into a trap I wasn't aware of?"Patrick put up his hand, closed the book, and let out a big sigh. That means it's okay for you to question Randall. But there's nothing wrong with what you're doing, Alora. Talking about things that may be beyond your control will simply allow the Allisons of the world to continue to be in charge."The very sound of her calling my name on her lips made me feel as if a gut drop. After she rev
/-Alora-/The room was filled with a heavy aura of silence. I sat at the edge of my bed and looked outside the cracked window. I kept hearing Randall's words: "You don't have to forgive me, Alora; I never meant to hurt you."How many times had I heard lies like that? So you are not different from Tyrone, the man who said he would love me but didn't keep his word? Randall, the one person I thought might be different, has also betrayed me.Patrick was leaning against the doorframe, and as he moved, his shadows cast a scary look in the dim light. He had a strange way of walking into any room and oozing confidence.He told me in a soft voice, "You can't stay here and pout." ‘If you’re going to face this,’ as you said, ‘you need clarity."Clarity?" I laughed, staring at him. "Clarity about what, Patrick? That Randall played me? That he’s just like Tyrone?" I choked.Patrick sighed, running his hand through the strands of his hair that had fallen on his face before approaching. He stood be
/-Alora-/Allison's words hit us like a weight and made my breath skip. That was the first time I felt like I could not believe what I heard. A bond of fate? With Randall?The fact that Randall didn't make eye contact with me made me think that he knew this was ridiculous.I knew he told me this when we first met, but I thought it was one of his stupid jokes because I was a slave in the pack at the time. Now Allison was proving it and making plans to stop it for real.Anyone could have said or done something, so they just stood there in silence. But the silence was broken by Patrick's first words, which he said in a low, strained voice. "Are there still some things we don't know?"I turned towards him and looked into his eyes, and my hands were trembling as I looked for some sensible reply. "I don't know," I said, barely raising my voice above a whisper. “That,” he said, “is the first time I have ever heard such a thing.”“Oh, that’s very convenient,” Allison jeered, crossing her arms
/-Alora-/The battlefield was dead silent, thick with the smell of blood and ash. Tyrone's body lay before me, his death weighing upon my chest like an anchor. The blade in my hand was still warm, the metal of it shaking as though it too had carried the vibration of his dying breath.“Alora.”Randall's voice was low beside me, calm and stable. His hand wrapped the side of mine, a touch without a touch, and yet it was enough to draw me out of the haze that threatened to gobble me up.“It's done,” he said, his eyes level.“For now,” I said, my voice empty.Randall didn’t argue. He rarely did. Instead, he stepped closer, his presence offering a strange sense of warmth. For someone who had once been my oppressor, Randall had become more.I turned to face him, my grip weakening on the blade until it fell to the ground with a dull thud. “What now?”He cocked his head, watching me with those storm-gray eyes that always saw too much. “Now, you rest.”A bitter laugh broke from me. “Rest? Afte
/-Alora-/When Tyrone fell, no one spoke or cheered. It felt like guilt; it was heavy and real, and it pulled at me like a weight around my neck. Finally, I got up from the floor. My muscles were shaking like chicken meat, and I was still thinking about how bad what I did was. My husband, you fooled me, and then you tortured me, but now Tyrone is no more. Taken over by the force I had always tried to avoid and the force I was now embracing so fiercely.This stared back at me even while I stood in triumph—my win, their defeat, a hollow feeling in my chest. There can't be any element of victory herein, having destroyed a man who had taken from me all the things I held dear. It wasn't even a steady memory of laughing, and yet it mastered me; it still does. And the loss of Lila by my side still feels all too real. Being apart from her hurt so much that it can't even be put into words. Whatever I won or whatever I lost, a war whatsoever the number of wars I was fighting, she's already
/-Alora-/I couldn't afford to be afraid of Tyrone, even though his shadow was contagious, and the world around me whirled around me like a swift whirl, with motions, darkness, and, finally, disarray. My entire being felt alive, with electricity pulsing through my veins.Tyrone's return wasn't because he felt sorry for his actions; it was because Alison's child had been torn apart by a supernatural force in the form of a beast. Randall seemed totally at ease beside me, his stare never leaving me, as if he sensed the increasing force inside me. I could feel him; he was at my side, and the latter's whispered words of support reminded me that I was not alone.Tyrone looked at me, grinned, and laughed loudly—a loud, raw laugh that made my skin crawl. He was told by a seer that his family was bound to a curse and only Alora could break it.But instead of him apologizing and begging for my help, he's here trying to demonstrate his power.'Do you think this is your triumph, Alora?' Oh, yo
/-Alora-/The earth spun when we ambushed the first wave of enemy combatants from where we stood on the forest's edge.I waited breathlessly for a response, but all sounds had stopped, and my heart was hammering. The wind blew harder, whirling my hair, and then tens of thousands of Shadowborn troops appeared in the darkness, wearing black armor."Stay close," Randall said, and his hold tightened; his palm was again on my back, forcing me closer to the tree line. The warmth of his flesh under my hands was comforting, but the force that drew us together was perilous—each stride toward this conflict, each inhalation in the face of death, was a live wire."I don't need protection," I screamed at him, wanting to break free from his grip for whatever purpose he had, but my voice lacked the bite I needed. The fact was that I needed him. I took interest in him more than I wanted to acknowledge.His lips formed what could only be described as a grin, but it did not touch the icy, hard-to-see
/-Alora-/The morning came too quickly, as it often did with the world's weight on my shoulders. The musty scent of moist dirt and pine in the air only added to my anxiety.I'm not a good sleeper; my spirit is awake, fearing what awaits me tomorrow. I no longer held any illusions. This was not just a battle for dominance or territory, but for survival.For the future. And with each passing second, the future appeared to move too slowly.Randall had been such a devoted friend; he had stayed close, but that alone could not erase the icy darkness deep within me. What happens if we fail? What if flipping a coin on a bridge didn't result in eternal bliss but rather a pile of useless metal after the losses we were willing to accept?I noticed him sitting near the fire, whittling with the edge of his blade. His jaw was firm, and his eyes were small but focused. We both felt silenced and burdened by the upcoming events."I barely spoke to you at all today," he said after I'd been staring out
/-Alora-/A little voice brought the sense of sleeping to life, as did the sound of the wind crawling through the leaves of the trees, ultimately waking me up.Randall's arm, stretched around my waist, was the sole solid object in a universe that was quickly becoming too vast and unknowable.I could still feel his fingertips against my skin and taste his lips as if a link had been woven between us that could not be simply untied.But the words of the robed creatures weighed heavily on my imagination. It is up to you, Alora, and that is where you will make your decision. Power is costly. Their foreboding message hung over everything, dimming the brilliant flame of oneness we had.This time, I shifted slightly sideways to avoid disturbing Randall. It began to profoundly affect me; I then focused on his chest, rising and falling in steady breaths before exhaling; I allowed myself to relax for a second.I realized that he had always provided me with the steadiness that I lacked when thing