Diana One moment, I'm struggling against the iron grip of my captor, fear and despair threatening to overwhelm me. The next, the world erupts into chaos. A bone-chilling howl splits the air, and suddenly, there's movement everywhere. My eyes can barely keep up with the dark blur that tears through the clearing like a force of nature. Bodies fall left and right, some in pieces, others thrown aside like ragdolls. The air fills with screams of terror and the sickening sounds of flesh being rent apart. It's all happening so fast, yet time seems to stretch into an eternity. My senses are overwhelmed - the metallic tang of blood in the air, the rapid-fire of gunshots that seem to have no effect on the blur of destruction, the desperate cries of men realizing their doom is upon them. I know, without a shadow of doubt, that it's Dominicus. My mate. My protector. The Feral Alpha in all his terrifying glory. The man holding me begins to shake violently, his grip on my arm loosening as
Diana "Diana," he breathes, his voice rough with emotion. "My Diana." The way he says my name is like a prayer, filled with reverence and relief. His eyes, still glowing faintly with that otherworldly blue light, search my face as if memorizing every detail. I cling to him, inhaling his scent - a mixture of pine, earth, and something uniquely Dominicus. I revel in the solid warmth of him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my chest. "I'm okay," I assure him, though my voice shakes with the weight of everything we've just been through. "You came for me. I'm still here." He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his large hands coming up to cup my face. His touch is gentle, a stark contrast to the violence he's capable of. "Always," he vows, the single word carrying the weight of eternity. "I will always find you, always protect you. You are my heart, Diana. Without you, I am nothing but the beast." In the distance, I can hear sirens approaching, their wailing cut
Beta MarcusThe world blurs past me as I push the accelerator to its limit, my heart hammering against my ribcage like a caged animal desperate to escape. What was that? What was that?! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!! The questions loop endlessly in my mind, a broken record of terror and disbelief.My eyes dart frantically between the road ahead and the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see that...that THING materializing behind me at any moment. The memory of what I just witnessed refuses to fade, replaying in vivid, horrifying detail.I can still see it - that wolf, if you can even call it that. Dark as the devil himself, moving with a speed and ferocity that defied nature. The way it tore through those men like they were nothing more than paper dolls, their screams cut short by flashing teeth and razor-sharp claws.And then...A cold shudder runs down my spine as I recall that moment. I had been speeding away, thinking I was safe, when I glanced in the mirror one last time. Our eyes
Beta MarcusI bring my thumb to my mouth, biting down on the nail in agitation. I barely notice as I bite through to the quick, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. I don't stop. I can't stop."What do I do?" I whisper to the empty room. "What the fuck do I do?"But there are no answers. No solutions. Just the crushing weight of fear and the knowledge that I've made a terrible, possibly fatal mistake.My entire world has been turned upside down. Everything I thought I knew, everything I believed about power and hierarchy in our world, has been shattered. And in its place is only terror - a bone-deep, soul-shaking terror that threatens to consume me entirely.I remain there, huddled in the corner, my sanity hanging by a thread. The Feral Alpha's blue eyes continue to haunt me, that moment of connection replaying over and over. And with each repetition, I feel myself slipping further into the abyss of fear and madness.The night stretches on endlessly, a dark mirror to the terr
Beta Marcus I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. "Alpha, they came because Alpha Darius's young son and heir was killed a few months ago," I begin, watching Magnus's reaction carefully. "It happened on their territory. The death was... brutal." Magnus's eyebrows shoot up, genuine surprise flashing across his features. "His son? Isn't that his only child?" I nod grimly. "Yes, Alpha. After decades of trying, it was the only pup they managed to have. Just a little one, hadn't even had his first shift yet." "Damn," Magnus mutters, his brow furrowing. "No wonder he's that wound up about it," Magnus muses, his brow furrowing. "How exactly did it happen?" "The boy was found dead in the woods within their territory," I explain, choosing my words carefully. "As I said, it was brutal. It bears a striking resemblance to those mysterious murders that have been plaguing packs worldwide." Understanding dawns on Magnus's face. "Ah, so that's why they're seeking an
Beta Marcus I keep my gaze fixed downward, afraid that if I look up, Magnus might see the fear and malice in my eyes. His silence stretches on, oppressive and unsettling. The room feels charged with an energy I can't quite understand. Has he seen through my lies? Is he about to call my bluff? Finally, when Magnus speaks again, his question catches me off guard. "Where is Diana now?" I blink, momentarily thrown by the unexpected inquiry. "I... I saw her outside Garnet City, Alpha," I reply, quickly regaining my composure. "She was with a wolf who fits the description of the Feral Alpha." I pause, swallowing heavily as I dart a quick look at Magnus as I deliver the next piece of information. "Also, according to my sources, she is in a romantic relationship with this wolf. The bond appears strong, and they are most likely going to mate." The sound of shattering glass fills the room, making me jump. I look up in surprise to find Magnus standing, his face ashen with shock. His hands a
Alpha Magnus I stand in my office, the world around me blurring as my mind struggles to process the information Beta Marcus has just shared. The revelation hits me like a physical blow, leaving me disoriented and breathless. As the door closes behind Marcus, I find myself sinking into my chair, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. The first coherent thought that emerges from the fog of my mind is a startling realization. The day Beta Marcus sustained those injuries... it was the exact same day I rejected Diana. The timing, the proximity - it all aligns with chilling precision. I recall Marcus's account of the incident, his words echoing in my mind: "I saw her rummaging through my office and I thought it was quite suspicious. When I confronted her, she attacked me. I suspect she might have been trying to steal something. I didn’t expect it at all Alpha, so my guard was down." At the time, I hadn't given it much thought. Just figured it was some random low ranking wolf who was into pe
Alpha Magnus "Diana," I whisper her name like a prayer. "What have I done to you?" The weight of my actions, the enormity of my mistakes, crashes down upon me. I remain on my knees, doubled over in pain and remorse, as the full impact of my decisions finally hits home. In this moment, I am no longer the powerful Alpha Magnus. I am simply a man facing the devastating consequences of his choices, grappling with the realization that he may have irreparably damaged the one person he was meant to protect above all others. As my wolf continues its relentless assault, I close my eyes, allowing the pain to wash over me. It's a fitting punishment, I think, for the suffering I've caused. And as I kneel there, broken and remorseful, I wonder if there's any way to make this right, or if I've lost Diana forever. As I kneel on the floor, my forehead lowers and presses against the cold surface when another realization crashes over me like a tidal wave. Diana isn't just on the run; she's abo
Diana Murder?! Me?! They think I killed someone?! And that too a child?!! What the actual fuck?!! My mind reels, unable to process what I'm hearing. Wait no no no, they said ‘aiding and abetting’, so they don’t necessarily believe that I did it directly. More like I HELPED someone do it. An unshifted pup… Werewolves shift at the age of eight… meaning at the oldest the child couldn’t have been more that seven years old… That’s a baby!! I hear a loud and obnoxious ringing in my ears and I take an involuntary step back, as though my body subconsciously tries to physically distance itself from the accusation. Who could do such a thing?! Who could kill such a small and innocent child?! And why are they trying to connect me to it?! Nigel looks at me over the deliberately aged paper, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction at finally eliciting a reaction. "Whose murder?" I ask, my voice high-pitched with shock. "The son of the Alpha of the Plena Luna pack," Nigel replies, clea
Diana Taking my hand, we leisurely walk until we break through the trees. I worry my bottom lip between my teeth but force myself to push down the nerves. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. I'm with Dominicus; I must not shame him by showing weakness. As we emerge from the forest, I see a delegation of wolves turned in our direction, likely alerted by our footsteps. There are at least ten werewolves in attendance, and my eyes widen as I take them in. At first glance, I can tell that over half of them are warriors, but I've never seen pack warriors like this before. Not even Zervos pack warriors measure up. They stand strong, each equipped in black soft armor with sheathed weapons strapped to either their backs or sides. As we approach, the warriors collectively incline their heads in a respectful bow towards us - though I know the gesture is meant for Dominicus - before looking forward again, their gazes fixed on some point in the distance. Their faces are stoic, betrayi
DianaI'm curled up on the plush sofa in Dominicus' study, a book cradled in my hands. The room is bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, filtering through the large windows and casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The only sounds are the occasional rustle of pages as I turn them and the soft scratching of Dominicus' pen as he works at his desk.It's a peaceful moment, but I find myself stealing glances at Dominicus over the top of my book, admiring the way the sunlight catches in his dark hair, turning it to burnished gold at the edges.Suddenly, the air in the room shifts. It's subtle, barely perceptible, but I feel it like a change in pressure before a storm. I look up from my book to find him sitting ramrod straight in his chair, his body tense as a coiled spring. His face, usually so relaxed around me, has hardened into a mask of seriousness, his eyes narrowed as he stares at something I can't see.Concern floods through me, chasing away the peaceful leth
Brodik Elder Rothgar's booming voice cuts through the chatter like a knife. "We need to act quickly. If we can bring this monster under our control, imagine the power we could wield." Elder Fendel nods, a sly smile playing at his lips. In that moment, he looks less like a dignified Elder and more like a sneaky wolf eyeing its prey. "Yes, but how do we approach such a creature? We can't simply extend an invitation." "We could offer him more territory," Elder Thomas suggests, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that belies his age. “Thats useless! As it stands, the Amadeus Pack lands is the largest territory by land mass already. In addition to the human town, all the forestry around it spanning thousands of miles belong to him! How would that tempt him?!” someone argues. "How about a seat on the Council, then! Afterall, all past Amadeus Alphas sat on the council. That might work!” “All Amadeus Alphas are nominal Council Elders already! If he wants a seat, how do you stop him?!”
12 hours ago… Brodik The Council chamber, a vast and imposing space, breathes with the weight of centuries. I stand motionless against its far wall, my face an impassive mask as I observe the unfolding drama before me. The room itself is a testament to the longevity and power of our kind, its very air thick with the scent of old leather, polished wood. Ornate tapestries adorn the walls, their rich hues muted by time and the flickering light of antique chandeliers. These woven histories depict epic werewolf battles and hunts, silent witnesses to the countless decisions that have shaped our world. The golden glow from the chandeliers dances across the scarred surface of the massive oak table dominating the chamber's center, its wood polished to a soft sheen by centuries of use and heated debates. Around this table sit the five of the most powerful werewolves in our world, Council Elders. Their faces, etched with the lines of age and weighted with hard-earned wisdom, are a canvas
Diana I take a deep breath, memories of Billy flooding my mind. "He's been there for me since I was eight," I begin, my voice soft with fondness. "When I was kicked out of the Pack orphanage for failing to shift, Billy was the one who stepped up..." “…He made a few Omega men help him clean out a small shack for me. They didn’t want to, but he made them." Dominicus's eyebrows raise slightly, but he doesn't interrupt. "No one else wanted anything to do with me," I continue, a hint of old pain in my voice. "But Billy... he got furniture for me, fixed it up. He made sure I was fed and clothed. He even homeschooled me." I pause, overwhelmed by the memories. "Without him, I wouldn't have survived. A wolfless orphan at eight... I wouldn't have stood a chance." Dominicus's hand finds mine, squeezing gently. "He sounds like a good man," he says softly. I nod, tears pricking at my eyes. "He is. He even moved to a smaller, more rundown house closer to mine, just to be near me. He... he wa
DianaI take a deep breath, inhaling the fresh forest air that surrounds us. The scent of pine and earth fills my lungs, momentarily calming my frayed nerves. But the weight of what I need to say presses down on me. Steeling myself, I turn to face Dominicus, my heart pounding in my chest."Dom?" I call out, my voice barely above a whisper, almost lost in the gentle rustling of leaves around us. "There's something I need to tell you... about yesterday."I feel him tense briefly before relaxing, his muscles shifting beneath his skin like a predator preparing for action. His arms tighten around me, a gesture of silent support that speaks volumes in the quiet of the forest."What is it?" he asks, his tone gentle but concerned. His eyes, those mesmerizing brown orbs, search my face intently.I nod, swallowing hard. The memory of yesterday's ordeal sends a chill down my spine. But there's no time to waste. We need to act, and for that, Dominicus needs to know everything."It's... it's not g
DianaI feel my hands clench into fists. The fury inside me is not just anger – it's determination, it's resolve, it's a fierce protectiveness for the man before me.As I look up at Dominicus, my eyes blazing, I see a flicker of surprise cross his face. He pauses in his narration, studying me intently.How dare they?!How dare those bastards do that to him?!The weight of Dominicus's words, the pain that was etched in every line of his face as he told the story, fuels my anger. I feel it burning in my chest, threatening to consume me."They must pay," I declare, my voice trembling with rage. "Those people must pay for all they've done. Dominicus. I'm going to help you find them. We'll get revenge!"To my surprise, Dominicus's response is a soft smile. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my nose. "Thank you, dulcis," he murmurs, his voice warm with affection.His reaction throws me off balance. The smile, the tenderness – it feels incongruous with the gravity of what we've just d
DianaThe words hang in the air, heavy and ominous. My tears stop as shock takes over, leaving me feeling numb and disoriented.“Dark… Magic?” I echo, stutteringly.“Wha-“ "It... it actually exists?" I whisper, my voice barely audible.Dominicus's face is grave, his eyes dark with a chilling menace."Yes”, his jaw clenched tight.My eyes are round as my jaw goes slack with shock. A frown creeps across Dominicus's face. "Tell me," he says carefully, "what do you know about the supernatural world?""Well, it's made up of werewolves-," I begin but then I trail off, uncertainty creeping in. Something about the way he asked the question makes me pause and reconsider.I think back to the books I've read, remembering inconsistencies I'd previously overlooked. "In the books I've studied," I say slowly, piecing my thoughts together, "sometimes they refer to the 'supernatural world' and other times to the 'werewolf world.' I never really thought about it before, but... if they mean the same t