Ryker’s POV The morning was unusually quiet, too quiet for my liking. The stillness felt suffocating, as though the air itself was conspiring to tell me something I didn’t want to hear. Lukas walked into my office, his expression uncharacteristically grim, holding a folded piece of paper. “Ryker,” he began, his voice hesitant. “What is it?” I asked, already bracing myself for the bad news. He handed me the note, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place—pity? Regret? I unfolded the paper, the words scrawled in neat handwriting blurring as I read them: Alpha Adrian has officially welcomed Zara into his pack as an honorary member. For a moment, I thought my heart had stopped. The paper fell from my hands, fluttering to the floor as the weight of those words hit me like a tidal wave. “Adrian,” I muttered, the name tasting like ash in my mouth. Lukas cleared his throat. “We’ve confirmed it. Zara is in his territory. She’s… safe.” Safe? The word clawed at me.
Zara’s POV Adrian’s pack was nothing like what I’d expected—it was warm and welcoming, a sharp contrast to the fractured, tension-filled environment I’d left behind. Still, no matter how kind everyone was, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was an outsider trying to fit into a puzzle where I didn’t quite belong. But I was determined to try. “Zara, over here!” one of the younger wolves called as I helped unload supplies from a truck near the packhouse. I turned, smiling at Lily, a teenager who had quickly latched onto me like a younger sister. She waved enthusiastically, her energy contagious, and I found myself smiling despite the knot of unease that still lingered in my chest. “I’m coming,” I called back, setting the last of the boxes down. Life in Adrian’s pack had been an adjustment, but I’d slowly started finding my footing. I joined in on community efforts, helped with organizing pack events, and even sparred with some of the warriors during training. Adrian encourage
Zara’s POV The days that followed were a whirlwind of tension and unease. Selena’s veiled hostility grew sharper, her actions more calculated. She wasn’t just trying to unsettle me anymore—she was testing boundaries, pushing limits. And I couldn’t help but feel that her efforts weren’t just about me; they were about Adrian too. I tried to focus on my place in the pack, pouring myself into helping wherever I could. Adrian had trusted me to make a life here, and I wasn’t going to let someone like Selena push me out. But my resolve only seemed to fuel her fire. Late one evening, after a long day helping the healers, I stepped into the packhouse’s common room, only to find a group of wolves gathered in hushed conversation. They glanced at me as I entered, their voices falling silent. “What’s going on?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light. Lily, sitting on the edge of the couch, looked up with wide eyes. “It’s the southern patrol,” she whispered. “They were ambushed near the bo
Zara’s POVThe pack was restless. Selena’s departure wasn’t just a betrayal—it was a warning. Adrian’s pack was on edge, every wolf hyper-vigilant, every patrol doubled. And yet, despite the chaos, I couldn’t shake the unease gnawing at my gut.I wanted to believe that Selena had gone rogue, that she was acting alone out of anger or jealousy. But something about the ambush and her cryptic note didn’t sit right. She wasn’t just angry—she was calculated. Whatever game she was playing, it wasn’t over.One evening, as I was helping the healers, Lily approached me with a nervous expression.“Zara,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder. “I heard something. I don’t know if it’s important, but…”“What is it?” I asked, setting down the crate I was carrying.She hesitated before leaning closer. “Some of the scouts spotted Selena near the eastern border last night.”My stomach twisted. “Near the border? Why would she come back?”“I don’t know,” Lily said, her voice trembling. “But they sai
Zara’s POV I sat on the edge of the bed, my hand instinctively resting on my stomach. The small life growing inside me should have been a source of comfort, but instead, it felt like an anchor tying me to an uncertain future. When Adrian offered me a place in his pack, I’d been so desperate for stability, for safety, that I hadn’t thought twice. I thought leaving my old pack behind, leaving Ryker behind, would mean leaving all the pain too. But life here wasn’t the escape I’d imagined. Selena’s betrayal had plunged the pack into chaos, and no matter how much Adrian reassured me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was partly to blame. Her jealousy, her anger—it all seemed to revolve around me. And then there was the pregnancy. I hadn’t told Adrian yet how I feel. How could I, when I wasn’t even sure I wanted to stay? One evening, as I walked through the woods surrounding the pack, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned quickly, my heart pounding, only to find Lily. “You scared me
Zara’s POV For the first time in weeks, the pack felt calm. The air was no longer thick with tension, and laughter occasionally drifted through the packhouse. Patrols had been steady, with no reports of intrusions or sightings of Selena or her allies. It was as if the storm had finally passed, and we were basking in the first rays of sunlight. I found myself settling into the rhythm of pack life. Adrian had been patient with me, ensuring I felt comfortable while also encouraging me to take part in pack duties. I’d started helping Lily in the infirmary, organizing herbs and learning basic first aid. It felt good to have a purpose, to contribute to something bigger than myself. “You’re getting the hang of this,” Lily said with a smile one afternoon as we sorted through vials of tinctures. “I guess I’m a quick learner,” I replied, smiling back. She laughed. “You’ll be running this place in no time.” I felt a flicker of pride at her words. Maybe I did belong here after all.
Zara’s POV As the days passed, the sharp pain in my stomach became a dull ache, but the emotional weight of the attack lingered. I hadn’t just been fighting for my life—I’d been fighting for my child’s life, too. I rested a hand on my stomach, a soft wave of relief washing over me. The healer, after countless tests and reassurances, had confirmed the baby was unharmed. “Your pup is strong,” Lily had said with a small smile, but her words were bittersweet. Strong or not, my child’s safety now felt like a fragile thread, easily severed. Adrian stayed close, watching over me like a hawk. His constant presence was a comfort, but it didn’t erase the fear that gnawed at me. Someone in the pack wanted me gone—and they didn’t care that I was carrying an innocent life. One evening, as the fire crackled softly in the hearth of Adrian’s study, I found myself sitting across from him, cradling a warm mug of tea. The flickering light highlighted the worry etched into his features. “I’m gratefu
Zara's pov The moonlight spilled into the library, highlighting the dust motes floating in the air. I sat at a heavy oak table, surrounded by stacks of old books and scrolls Adrian had gathered for me. He thought immersing myself in the pack’s history might help me settle in, but the quiet only amplified the unease simmering in my chest. I flipped through a thick, leather-bound book with intricate silver filigree on its cover. The delicate craftsmanship caught my eye, but the words inside gripped my soul. "Born of strength and forged in pain, born of a gifted twin the heir of the moon shall unite the divided or cast the world into shadows. The bearer of the heir’s light must walk a path of trials, their choices shaping the fate of all packs." My breath hitched. The words echoed in my mind, filling me with a mix of awe and dread. Slowly, my hand moved to my stomach, where my baby grew stronger every day. Was this about my child? Could they truly be the heir the prophecy spoke of?
Zara’s POVThe world was silent.Not even the wind dared speak as I stepped toward him—toward the boy who had haunted my dreams, lived in the hollow spaces of my soul, and burned in the back of my mind even when I couldn’t remember why.Thorold.He stood tall, wrapped in leather armor laced with symbols I didn’t recognize. His shoulders were broad, his eyes sharp like the edge of the moon. There was something wild and ancient about him, something that didn’t belong to this world entirely.But when he looked at me—really looked at me—I saw it.The little boy I had held for only moments before he was taken away. The baby I had whispered promises to in the dark. The life I thought I’d never see again.His mouth parted as if to speak, but no sound came.I took another step.Then another.Ryker was beside me, tense but silent. I could feel his heart pounding as loudly as mine.We weren’t Alpha and Luna now. We weren’t warriors or rulers or legend-bound lovers.We were just two broken peopl
Absolutely! Here's an intense, emotional, and captivating Chapter 10 from Zara (Zara’s POV) Dawn the gates of our pack was opened. I stood between two worlds—the one I had rebuilt from ashes, and the one waiting at the edge of destiny. Every heartbeat whispered the same word through my veins. Thorold. “Are you ready?” Seris asked, her eyes glowing faintly with power. I nodded once. “I’ve been ready since the moment I remembered his name.” Ryker stood beside me, his presence like a shield of steel and fury. He wore his Alpha armor—midnight black etched with silver—but it wasn’t the armor that made him feel so commanding. It was the storm in his eyes. He was holding himself together by sheer force of will. “I want to run,” I whispered. “I want to shift and run until my paws bleed.” Ryker gave a grim nod. “Same.” Seris mounted her mare, white as starlight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “Then we go. The veil is thinning. The moment is near.” The Journey Begins We run-faster ,
(Zara’s POV I didn’t expect him to knock. Ryker never knocked. Not back then. He used to barge in, all Alpha command and heavy steps, like his presence was both declaration and promise. But this time, he stood silently outside the guest wing door, waiting. When I opened it, I barely recognized him. The same golden eyes. The same powerful frame. But his edges had softened. There was pain behind the strength, and something that hadn’t been there before. Humility. “May I come in?” he asked, voice low and quiet. I nodded. He stepped inside, looking around the room I had claimed since returning to the pack.I hadn’t moved into the Luna’s quarters. I wasn’t ready for that yet. Too much had happened. Too many pieces still scattered between us. But now… now we were preparing to meet the one piece that had never stopped belonging to both of us, Our son. We didn’t speak at first. He stood near the window, watching the wind sweep through the pines outside. I sat on the edge of the bed,
Thorold’s POVThe stars pulsed that night.I couldn’t sleep. My body was too restless, my mind wired with strange energy that wouldn’t settle. Something had shifted. I could feel it in my bones, in the way my heart beat faster without reason, in how my wolf paced under my skin like it was preparing for something ancient.And then, I heard it.Not in my ears. Not in the wind.But in my soul.A howl. Deep. Raw. Echoing across realms and reaching for something buried inside me.It wasn’t a call to battle.My body snapped upright in bed, drenched in sweat. My chest heaved, every breath tight and burning. My wolf surged forward, eyes glowing, claws half-formed.My lips parted before I even knew what I was doing.And I howled back.It was instinct. Bone-deep. Agonizing. Like opening a door that had been locked all my life.And through that door rushed memories that weren’t mine. Not images—feelings. A weighty kind of love. Loss. Regret. Hope so powerful it nearly brought me to my knees.My
Alpha Ryker’s POV I had grown accustomed to silence. Not the kind that comes from solitude or peace. No—the silence that wrapped itself around me like a second skin was different. It was the hollow, gnawing kind. The kind that lived in your bones. The kind that came after losing something you never truly got the chance to hold. Sixteen years. That’s how long it had been since I watched the woman I loved break into pieces to protect a child the world wasn’t ready to embrace. Sixteen years since I felt the brief, flickering warmth of a tiny body against my chest—my son. Our son. And then, he was gone. Taken to protect him. To protect her. Zara chose to forget. The decision had nearly destroyed me, but I let her make it. Because she believed it was the only way to keep him safe. And maybe, deep down, so did I. But the silence never left. Not in my halls. Not in the forests I patrolled. Not in the bed I still couldn’t sleep in without imagining what could have been. The kn
Zara’s POV It started with the wind. Soft at first. Then insistent. I was walking through the gardens behind the packhouse, letting the moonlight kiss my skin, enjoying the stillness. For months, peace had wrapped around me like a long-forgotten lover. No whispers of Mia, no attacks, no shadows clawing at my doorstep. Just the serenity of love—Ryker by my side, my title as Luna sealed, and a life I had finally claimed. But the wind changed that night. It whispered. Not in words, but in sensation. A pull. A tremor in the earth beneath my bare feet. My wolf stirred, her ears perking, her body tense. And then—I heard it. “Mother.” The word didn’t come from any direction I could name. It was within me, around me, threaded through my veins. I staggered, catching myself against the trunk of the moonwood tree, heart pounding. “Mother, find me.” The world faded. The stars above blinked out one by one. I felt my knees give way, my vision blurring as something ancient surged forward.
Thorold’s POVThe flames of the Eldoria fire pit burned low, casting long golden shadows against the stone walls. I sat across from Arcturus, my body still thrumming with the echo of Solas’s words: She’s alive. She’s been looking for you.The quiet between us felt like a taut wire, ready to snap. Arcturus hadn’t spoken since I’d returned from the cliffs, but I could feel it—the weight of something he’d been holding back for years.Finally, he broke the silence.“You’ve been asking the wrong question all your life,” he said quietly, not looking at me.I tensed. “What do you mean?”“You’ve always asked who you are. But the truth lies in who you come from.”His words struck like thunder. I leaned forward, pulse pounding. “Then tell me. All of it. No more half-truths. No more riddles.”Arcturus finally turned his eyes to mine. “Your name—Thorold—was chosen for you by your mother. She named you after an ancient guardian in werewolf lore, one who stood between the realms of light and shadow
Chapter 4 Thorold’s POVThe figure moved through the mist like it obeyed him, parting with every deliberate step. Cloaked in obsidian black with a hood pulled low over his face, he looked like a creature conjured from one of the forbidden scrolls in the Eldoria archives. Everything in me tensed—my claws itched beneath my skin, my wolf alert and growling.He didn’t belong here.No one just entered Eldoria.My training screamed at me to shift, to attack, but something—some strange, ancient instinct—kept me rooted.He stopped a few feet away, and even though I couldn’t see his face clearly, I could feel his eyes on me. Studying me. Measuring me."You're taller than I expected,” he said finally, his voice smooth, melodic, and ageless. “And stronger.”I didn’t reply. Instead, I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin. “Who are you? And how did you get past the wards?”A hint of amusement curled in his tone. “Wards bend for those they recognize.”My blood chilled. “What does that mean?”He
Zara’s POV The road back to Atlas’s pack felt surreal. For six months, I had lived in a distant pack, training and healing, away from the chaos of my past. No threats, no whispers of Mia, no enemies lurking in the shadows. But I had been restless. Something inside me ached, not with fear, but with longing. I wanted to belong. And I knew where I belonged. The closer I got to Atlas’s territory, the more my wolf stirred inside me. She had been restless, urging me to return to the man who had once claimed me. Atlas had given me the freedom to leave, never demanding my return, but I knew he had never given up on me. I stood at the border, inhaling the familiar scent of pine, fresh rain, and something uniquely Atlas. A warmth spread through my chest. Then, a deep, commanding voice rang through the trees. “Zara.” I turned to see him. Atlas. He stood there, powerful and unwavering, his golden eyes locked onto mine. My heart skipped. He was the same man I had left behind—broad shoul