/-Alora-/Lucien spoke harsh words to the camp and hearing his voice twist the word cut through my guts like a knife. “You’ve lost.” The words he said sank deep in my ears, each word more painful than the prick of any knife. How could he say that? After everything?I clenched my hand around the air in front of me, and I felt the beat of the rip beneath me. The energy was wild, like the electric current kept reeled up, ready to leave. But there was something else, something in the way he stood there, too calm, too confident, that struck her as odd. This man already appeared to understand something I had yet to find.I noticed this and tried to breathe deeply to calm myself. Focus, Alora. Sometimes, I could feel my wolf—that animalistic urge that had always been a part of me but had always been so well hidden. But there was something else now—something more. One—a link that is strong and unbreakable—to the split itself. And that, I understood, I could shut it, to pull the plug on wh
/-Alora-/It was quiet, painfully so, after the events that led to the destruction of the split.Everywhere it was quiet, even the sound of my breathing seemed loud in my ears, as if the noise that followed the bursts of light was missing.It was difficult to determine whether it was my moving head or whether the world around me was changing as a result of everything that had happened. My hands shook, the energy of the split running through my blood still, but there was a malicious undertone.In the attempt to get up from the floor, I noticed that the world was still spinning, and I fell off the floor again. My knees fell from under me, and I started choking as if my airways were closed; I could barely see. What had just happened? Had I done it? Had I truly sealed the rift?That last burst had felt like something ripping from the very core of my soul, some part of me that had been linked to the rift for far too long. But now… now I wasn’t sure. I was sure of only one thing: the pull
/-Alora-/The moon hung high in the forest, above the trees and Randall's and my head. It gave off a pale glow. The air around me was tense, and the sound of the wind whistling through the branches made my heart beat faster. My heart was beating fast because of Tyrone, the choices I had, or maybe the truth that was slowly killing me.Randall was sitting next to me, but I could feel him a million miles away. I could feel how hot he was and how stiff his shoulders were, but his eyes were closed and looked like they were looking far away. When Tyrone's shadow showed up, it seemed like the connection we had made with him at the start of our meeting was instantly broken.I went over to tell him and asked him what he thought he was doing, but the words didn't make sense to me. I couldn't ask him to reassure me when I was completely lost in thought. When could I trust him when just being around him every day was a scandal that reminded me of how long I've been caught in a web of lies?Si
/-Alora-/The air was so thick that it was hard to breathe when I saw the figure in front of me. It was lit by the moonlight and its eyes were empty. But every cell in my body told me to run away, fight, and get the hell out of there, but I couldn't move. It felt like I was locked up right there."What are you?" Even though my voice was shaking, I didn't want to seem weak. Given how much I had already lost, I didn't need to show fear right now.I started to see the figure more clearly through the fog that was blocking my view as it got closer. It was the person who should have been a memory. I remembered the man’s face, but age had marred it, changed it. His eyes used to look young, but they were mean and narrowed, and his hair was getting thinner and whiter. But there was no doubt of it. Even though I hadn't seen him in a few years, I knew right away who it was.“Alora.” The figure muttered, and the mere mention of my name on his lips brought an unusual shiver down my spine. “It’s m
/-Alora-/It was clear that the atmosphere was tense: you could have heard a pin drop if the silence was any thicker. With each action, I seemed to be in a more profound state of drudge, as if the new claim of lineage, the understanding of what my father is and what he wants for me, had grounded me to the earth. My head was spinning with everything I had just learned, from the family to the power, the secrets that had been never spoken of for so long. But none of it seemed to matter as what was coming loomed. My father’s return helped me join a past I was unprepared for, but it is too late to leave now.The only thing and the person who kept me calm all the time was Randall beside me. He had his left hand on the grip of his sword though he kept his gaze on the trees surrounding us seemingly expecting an enemy attack at any time. I still felt that I knew a storm was brewing somewhere, something that would force me to take a choice I would not want to take.We moved further and dee
/-Alora-/I thought that the road in front of me was covered in darkness. The farther we went into the woods, the more silent it got until it was almost too much to bear. Every step we took felt harder than the last, like we had risen from the water and were slogging through something heavy we couldn't name. I could feel the weight of the whole world on my shoulders, but I didn't know how much longer. It felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff between two worlds because the words about my bloodline kept playing over and over in my head. In a bad way.I didn't know that man—his mysterious threats and words that kept going through my head like smoke. However, the power he claimed existed, the one he said already resided in me… I had to know more. I had to understand what this meant for me, Randall, and everything we stood for.There was silence between the two men. Randall stayed a few steps behind them, his eyes fixed ahead and his face without any expression. Since the abov
/-Alora-/The air seemed dense with each passing second as if the world was breathing with bated breath. My heartbeat echoed in my head when I was finally standing in front of the robed men who came out from the darkness. They were oppressive; the look they gave me was a constant press that pushed me into realizing things I didn’t know about myself. They knew me. Knew my name.I should have been frightened, should have been feeling the tightening of the grip around my throat. But the truth settled in, a heavy truth I could no longer deny: I had been aware of this moment for as long as I can remember. I had always understood that I became the bearer of bloodline as not only the blessing but also the curse, the sin that was never meant to be hidden. But now it was waiting to be taken up.It was yet another conversation with Randall, whose voice suddenly filled the emptiness as it became a growl. “I said to wait,” he told me, standing tall and facing the leader of the robed men. They ha
/-Alora-/The night was extremely chilly, colder than any other night I'd experienced; the cold bit at me and seemed to go deeper than the marrow in my bones. I remained in the center of the circle, the robed men's last effects vanishing as quickly as transitory mist does. Speculation crept back into my head as Randall shuffled from one foot to the other, standing close enough to me to conserve my body heat, which the cold night lacked."What now?" I responded in a pleading hushed tone, clutching his huge hand between mine as he brought me back from a dark place that a part of me did not want to return to. My emotions were triggered, beginning with panic and bewilderment and ending with a thread of not knowing what I was feeling. As a result, the uncertainty threatened to overwhelm me the most. I had no answers to these inquiries, not even a single one I wished to give; the truth-seeking thirst within me refused to be quenched.He did not respond immediately; his gaze was fixed on
/Alora/The peaceful night stretched before us, revealing numerous stars that unfurled like small light forecasts for our future. Randall and I sat on a hill that offered breathtaking views of our growing piece of land, which had become our true home. We gazed at the beautiful full moon as the woods extended over the valley, presenting complete routes to our village across ancient rifts. It was now calm. It was our peace of mind.Randall's body heat comforted me as I relaxed against him, allowing the tranquil evening to soak deep into my center. I placed my palm over the intricate tattoo on my wrist to connect with the sacred bond between the ground, our packs, and him. As I viewed our land illuminated by moonlight, I was confident that every step we took had resulted in this beautiful moment. And it was gorgeous.My softly whispered words, "We've been through hell," showed the real truth. We withstood the difficult times together because we refused to give up, and as a result, we
/Alora/A heavy atmosphere of joy filled the festival space, along with numerous life energies coursing through its grounds as I strolled among the crowded visitors. Since ancient times, this festival has commemorated peace and memory under the official name of the "Festival of Unity." Every pack territory within our boundaries, as well as pack territories from nearby territories, came together for a unique celebration in honor of Lila's lingering spirit. Throughout the event, we honored the alliance between the SilverClaw and Night Terrors packs, which has grown stronger since their original bond via conflict.My ears were overwhelmed with the sweet noises the children produced as they raced by. Because the long-standing hatred between us was no longer there, the once bitter enemies from both packs reunited as a unit in an unhindered celebration. The scene was quite amazing to see. They were unaware of how their ancestors had previously overcome adversity and endured bodily suffe
/Alora/The night was filled with silence. The only sound was the rustling of the leaves beneath the weight of the moonlight as the wind swept through the trees like the moan of an old, tired soul. It was a welcome sound, and the forest—so familiar to me—always gave me a sense of calm. However, tonight felt different.The ambush had left a mark on me. The loss and uncertainty were nearly too much to endure. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the expressions of people I couldn't protect. I could still hear the echo of Lila's laughter in my head, a sound that felt distant and unreachable now.I needed to find some comfort, even if just for a moment.The grave was just ahead. I didn't need to search; I already knew where it was. I had been there several times since the night Lila was taken from me.I kneeled by it, resting my palm on the cool stone and allowing the weight of my sadness to subside for a while. I hadn't been able to truly grieve previously. The battle, the pack, and the b
/Alora/The air smelled of smoke, blood, and betrayal. I stood in the center of what was left of the ritual grounds; the ashes of the sacred bonfire spread across the earth like a terrible metaphor for the vows made just hours before. Wolves hurried to help the injured, their frightened shouts breaking over the crackling of remaining flames. My hands were coated with filth and blood, some of it mine, not all. My breaths were short and weak, but I refused to falter."Ethan, secure the perimeter," I said, my voice as keen as the dagger strapped to my thigh. "Kayla, please prioritize wounds. "Nobody dies on my watch today.""On it," they said in unison, their expressions a combination of resolve and fatigue.Randall's presence behind me was like a shadow, his protective instincts tightening in the aftermath of the attack. His voice was low, but it carried the weight of a storm barely contained. "This wasn't a random attack, Alora.""I know," I said, turning my attention to the wolves
/Alora/My breathing became louder than the vision breaking my focus with its rough and irregular rhythm that made me feel like I tore through endless forest paths. My heart thundered in my chest, an unrelenting beat that echoed the warning still ringing in my ears: Maintain the bond, or else this connection will destroy you.The abrupt movement as I stood up revealed my death grip upon the blanket which served as my link to reality. The gloomy light of the moon through curtains provided the only illumination in the room. Beside me, Randall stirred. His usual calm attitude tonight seemed to create a heavy powerlessness. When his eyes met mine he slowly awakened. His voice came from the darkness low and thick while still sleepy. “Another vision?”My voice reduced to a soft minimum as I replied "Yes." “And it’s getting worse, Randall. The voices... They’re louder. Different voices are giving us warnings about the approaching dangers.“What did you see?” His face remained calm but a m
/Alora/Hello, Randall.I needed to stand in front of you and acknowledge my faults.Her face tightens, and his hands form tight fists at his sides. Despite the tense situation, his eyes remain filled with anguish.Maris takes another stride toward him, unfazed by his threatening tone. Her words rush as she says, "I made a mistake." Walking away from you was the worst mistake of my life. I told myself that I could find happiness with him, but I realized my mistake.Randall, he's gone now. He's died. And I..." Her low words are muffled by grief, and a single tear falls down her cheek. "I never stopped loving you."Maris' remarks begin to weigh heavily on Alora and Randall's bond. Alora's breath pauses for a moment.Randall's natural weakness pierces her heart more deeply than any weapon.Randall talks gently and firmly, eventually concluding, "You don't get to say that today." "You disappeared. You choose him. When you left to start your new family, I painfully grasped every shattered
/Alora/A solid weight settled above us, and moist aromas mixed with tight energy filled the space where the wolves gathered.Everyone in the room kept a careful eye on me as if they expected something from me. Randall stood next to me, his posture constant, power emanating from his shape, and his clenched jaw revealing his turbulent buried emotions.The conclusion of our bonding procedure meant that the Night Terrors and SilverClaw packs would unite their clans under our control. Dark shadows appeared at the edges of my mind, signifying oncoming societal instability at this divinely critical time.I took one step forward. When Randall's fingers brushed across mine, the subsequent touch kept me focused on the present moment.When I gazed into his eyes, I saw nothing but peace, aside from power. This was it. This moment would change everything.And suddenly the wind shifted.A wave of bitter cold swept across the area, and I realized that the entire equilibrium was going to shift. It w
/Alora/The bright morning light cut through the shades of the night to separate the stress that was building up around the Night Terror fortress. In front of the mirror stood someone who looked a lot like me but also seemed like a stranger. As part of SilverClaw tradition and to add some dark elements from the Night Terrors, a second robe stuck to my whole body. A ceremonial robe meant to unite together two packs and two wolves made me feel like I couldn't believe it, and I thought I was going to pass out.The person in the mirror appeared confident yet empty on the inside. Because I was trying hard to understand an idea that was still beyond my understanding, something important seemed to be missing. I was caught in a fog as I went back and forth between wanting things and fearing them at the same time.I was swept out of my thoughts when Kayla spoke in a calm but authoritative tone. Alora, your hard work has reached a breaking point. All your successes should shine brighter than e
/Alora/Time passed since the tribunal's conclusion yet darker thoughts remained to repress my emotions. My mind felt suffocating tonight. The calm forest outside my window caught my attention as I stood looking out but the darkness there made me consider my future challenges.Throughout the day different people presented their choices between awe and fear joined with hesitant acceptance while bowing before me. Fundamentally changing our pack's direction still made the future path appear unpredictable than ever. Leadership included more than acquiring wins through the duty to handle every decision's effects and results.The gentle sound of knocking on the door blew me out of my thoughts.Turning toward the door I spoke my offer "Come in.".When Randall entered the room his whole attitude easily filled every corner. The unharmed fortitude with which he carried himself through rough times stood strong but his attention tonight showed a delicate yearning that made me uncomfortable.He