/Alora/Randall's gaze was fixed on me, and I exuded the unpleasant sensation of being under someone's watch. His dark eyes looked pitiful, but I didn't appear affected by them. I forced myself to look away as if fascinated by the thrilling design of our beloved carved windowpane."You don't get it, do you?" I whispered, and you could hear my irritation in those words."What is it I don't understand, Alora?" he asked, moving closer to her. Although he was not particularly loud, his voice was more composed than I expected, which made me even angrier.I turned around to face him and folded my arms. "What else have you hidden from me? "I can't believe anything you say after lying to me like that."He began with a sigh, trying to explain himself, but I interrupted him, "I've already told you that—""No, you have explained it," I said harshly. "That's not the same thing."Randall sighed. I never imagined this Alpha standing in front of me as the man whom others feared and respected. He see
/Alora/During those back-and-forth rounds, the eastern front smelled of iron. The Night Terrors were still worried, and the danger was apparent, like a storm was forming. My bones ached for no apparent reason; I was supposed to face these fights and put my emotional struggles aside.I could feel the last bits of my anger at Randall, my suspicion of everyone except myself, and, as usual, my attraction to him, which seemed to be stronger than my desire to cut off our connection.The sweet tone of Celia filled the pack before she interrupted me. As a result, movement is detected at the southern ridge. It's fairly hidden, but they're attempting to harass our patrols.""Send reinforcements. "I'll go there now."“Are you sure? Randall might—"I shut her off. Randall has no say here. I'll handle it."It dawned on me, and I instantly transformed into a wolf and dashed through the dense trees, generating a bolt of electricity. I couldn't detect a scent of rogues.They were close by. My wolf
/Alora/The freshness of the air persisted until I approached the edge of the Night Terrors' terrain: the woodland seemed to stretch for miles. My breathing was quick and fast, and my thoughts were filled with fragments of images that had entered my life. Each image appeared to be burned into my memory as if someone had used an instrument to do it. At every step, I was haunted by the image of my mother: severe yet beautiful, her eyes glowing with the fire I had felt within me.Patrick spoke, and his quiet yet forceful voice pulled me out of my daydreaming. "Alora, you're shaking."I glanced at him and said in as calm a voice as I could, "I'm fine.""No, you're not." His brows furrowed, and he leaned closer, peering at me with vivid green eyes. It's difficult seeing you this way; you've been cold for days, and your face is as pale as a piece of paper. "What did you see?"I paused. How could I begin to convey the chaos erupting deep within me? They were clear and transitory as if seen
/Alora/The moon was full above us, and its rays lit up the thick plants around me as I had to make another difficult decision.And Patrick stood just out of reach. His quiet loyalty made me feel like I didn't have the right to be there. Celia told me it wasn't a good idea to go out by myself without Randall, but I told her this was my battle."Are you sure about this?" After a while, Patrick's voice broke the silence. It was clear that he was worried. His blue eyes looked right into mine, and the way he looked at me showed how I was feeling. "Alora, Lucius is not just anybody. He's dangerous.""Taking risks no longer scares me, Patrick." What scares me the most is not finding out my true identity, not knowing the truth about my mother, and why all the individuals surrounding her seem to be so eager to hide the truth from me.Patrick’s jaw tightened. "This isn't just you. It is not something which need be done alone.”I looked at him squarely in the eye and said. “Well, I get that, bu
AloraThe cold night air dug at my skin as I stood in the clearing, and the tension was evident.The woodland surrounding us appeared to hold its breath, with the typical buzz of nighttime activity replaced by an unnerving quiet. My heart pounded in my chest, torn between the unfathomable options before me. Patrick, chained and injured, knelt at Lucius' knees, his gaze locked on mine. His quiet appeal for survival was a dagger to my soul. Across the clearing, the pack's boundaries were being attacked. The distant growls and snarls of my packmates battling for their lives rang through the forest.The smell of blood floated through the air, mixed with the acidic stink of evil magic—the unmistakable hallmark of Allison's work. Then there came Randall, his towering form emerging from the shadows, his presence merely tightening the knot in my gut. "Alora," Lucius drawled, his voice like poison. He stood over Patrick, one clawed hand grabbing my brother's shoulder. "You've always been a l
/Alora/In the face of smoke and the stench of blood, which I could swear filled the air, it was not chaos that deprived my lungs of oxygen. That was due to Patrick's disappearance. My brother. My flesh and blood. Taken.The big table in front of me had Night Terror territories pinned to it, as well as little tokens denoting the whereabouts of Lucius' armies. I could not concentrate on it. My thoughts were more focused on Patrick's fearful facial expression as Lucius drew him back--it was desperation and a plea for my rescue."Alora." His voice was forceful, yet he talked softly, so I concentrated on him, Randall. His emerald eyes were filled with worry, yet his body was relaxed. "You need to focus.""I am focused," I said, pausing in my tracks. My hands trembled at my side, and I focused my gaze on him. My brother is out there, under the control of a cruel monster and his witch.She stated, "You think I don't know that?" Randall scowled and moved forward. "We are all trying to find
/Alora/I stood surrounded by darkness, which thickened and enveloped me like a blanket of hopelessness and secrecy. My pulse quickened as my mind returned to those vivid images of shackled, beaten, but fiery Patrick. An awareness that he is my brother repeated itself like a deep, pleasant melody, raising more questions than answers.Randall began yelling at everyone in the area to calm down. But I couldn't focus. As a result, I found myself wondering about Patrick on several occasions. My brother. My only family. Even the words seemed harsh and painful on my tongue as if I had just bitten into something that didn't belong there.As Randall's voice rose over the clamor of the hums, I turned my sight to the others. "Alora," he murmured, his black eyes meeting mine, "we have to move fast." Lucius would not sit around to unite his power and authority over them.""Oh yeah, well, I won't waste any time getting Patrick back," I replied, my tone fierce.Randall's jaw tightened, and for a b
/Alora/The camp was quiet and in a sad mood. The only sounds were the fire crackling and the lone wolf howling in the mountains far away. Randall walked uncomfortably by the fire, and his shoulders tensed up from time to time. His eyes were narrowed and focused as he looked at the people around him. He didn't have to say anything to be understood; his actions spoke for itself. I stood next to him with my arms folded. My heart was beating like crazy as I tried to stay quiet. Lucius and Allison held Patrick captive, and the longer we stood there, the more I felt like I was betraying the newfound brotherly bond I didn't know I had.Randall said in a frightening whisper, "We need a plan." "A good one unlike the one Nia suggested." Not a wild charge that will make us kill more of us like times past.” He took a look at all the faces before him. Ethan never conveyed much emotions, so he just nodded his head. Practical as ever Celia snapped her fingers, her eyes focused on a point above th
/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