Diana "No! I mean, yes, but..." I stumble over my words, desperate to explain. "At first, I was scared and confused. I went to work to clear my head, to try and make sense of it all. But Dom, I promise you, it was only for a moment. I don't believe those things now. I know you're not that person." I grab his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. "Please believe me. I was wrong to doubt you, even for a moment." He stares at me not saying anything for a moment before, "Diana," he whispers, pain lacing his voice. "I was the one who gave you those books." He looks down, falling silent, but I can feel the sadness radiating from him. The realization hits me like a physical blow. Of course, he knows what's the content of those books. He gave them to me because he trusted that I wouldn't believe what was written. He had confidence in me, and I had let him down. "You already knew?" I ask softly, feeling foolish even as the words leave my lips. He nods slowly. "Yes... But you
Dominicus I lead Diana through the dense forest, my mind clouded with memories I've long tried to suppress. The woods are thick, untamed, with no clear path to guide us. But I know exactly where I'm going. Every tree, every rock, every scent is etched into my memory, a painful reminder of a past that has haunted me for almost a century. Finally, we break through the treeline, and I feel Diana's sharp intake of breath beside me. "It's magnificent," Diana breathes in amazement. I can't help the bitter twist of my lips. "It used to be," I think to myself, the words too painful to voice aloud. I stare at the ruins, lost in a haze of memories. The laughter that once echoed through these halls, the warmth of family, the sense of purpose and belonging – all gone now, reduced to rubble and regret. "This... this used to be my home," I finally manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. Diana squeezes my hand gently, a silent gesture of support. She doesn't push, doesn't rush
Content Warning: Depictions of violence, death and bloodshed. Dominicus The shrill ring of the phone cuts through the silence of my office, startling me from my paperwork. I reach for it, a slight frown creasing my brow. It's unusual for anyone to call at this hour unless it's urgent. "Alpha Dominicus speaking," I answer, my voice crisp and authoritative. "Sir," comes the reply, and I immediately recognize the voice of Samuel, one of our most trusted Betas. There's an edge to his tone that sets me on alert. "We have a situation here at the Pack grounds." I lean forward in my chair, instinctively tensing. "What kind of situation, Samuel?" He hesitates for a moment, and I can almost see him running a hand through his hair – a nervous habit of his. "It's... it's hard to explain, sir. Things are getting heated. I've personally broken up at least five fights today alone, and those are only the ones I've seen." My frown deepens. Fight breakouts aren't uncommon in a pack as lar
Content Warning: Depictions of violence and bloodshed Dominicus I stand up, my mind snapping back to reality. The chaos around me is overwhelming, but I know I need to act fast. The first order of business is to stop everyone before more lives are lost. Taking a deep breath, I steel myself for what I'm about to do. I've never had to use my Alpha Command on such a large scale before, but I have no choice. I may not be the pack's Alpha yet, but I am of Alpha blood and next in line. With a wolf as strong as mine, the only person my Alpha Command doesn't affect is my father, the current Alpha. So there’s no doubt in my mind that I will be able to stop them. I close my eyes for a brief moment, gathering all my strength and authority. When I open them, I boom out, my voice laced with power, "STOP!" The Alpha Command reverberates through the air, a force that should go straight to the soul of every werewolf present. It's not just a verbal command; it's a compulsion that should be nearly
Content Warning: Depictions of violence and bloodshed Dominicus I shut my eyes tightly, willing the memories to fade. But when I open them again, I force myself not to look away from that structure. The place that holds all my nightmares. The mansion looms before us, a silent testament to the horrors it witnessed. My heart races, a cold sweat breaking out across my skin as the memories threaten to overwhelm me. I take a deep, shuddering breath, the cool air doing little to calm the storm raging inside me. My hands tremble, and I clench them into fists, trying to ground myself in the present. Diana's voice breaks through the haze of my thoughts, shaky and hesitant. "Dominicus... what happened? What did you see?" I swallow hard, my throat constricting as I struggle to form the words. When I finally speak, my voice is hoarse, laden with the weight of years of grief and guilt. "I saw... I saw my mate, Adriana. She was..." I pause, the image searing through my mind. "She was rippi
DominicusI can still feel the impact as he lunged at me, his massive form colliding with mine. "I couldn't hold back anymore," I continue, my voice strained. "The thin thread of my control snapped, and the madness took over. In an instant, I was in my wolf form, facing down my own father."The memory of our fight flashes before my eyes - a chaotic blur of fangs, claws, and blood. "I... I didn't want to hurt him," I choke out. "I just wanted it to stop. But with each passing moment, it became painfully clear that he wouldn't stop. Not until one of us dead was dead."I pause, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. The guilt, even after all these years, feels like a physical weight on my chest. "In my last moment of clarity, I knew there was only one way to end this…”“But… but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to kill my own father. So I gave up. I stopped fighting."My voice drops to a whisper. "I wanted to join Adriana and our pup. I was ready for it all to end."I take a s
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
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 journey back to the cabin is silent, the forest passing beneath us as I cling to Dominicus's black fur as he thunders through the forest. During the confrontation at the border, adrenaline had kept me steady, but now that we're away from those eyes, reality crashes down on me like a tidal wave.Billy is being accused of murdering a child. And I'm his supposed accomplice.My hands start to shake where they're twisted in Dominicus's fur. Billy, who has only ever protected me, who stood up for me when no one else would, is now facing execution because of me. First, he endured torture at Marcus's hands, and now this? The memory of his battered face flashes before my eyes, and my chest tightens painfully.When we arrive home, Dominicus crouches low to let me slide off his back. I barely register the movement, mechanically following him inside after he shifts back and slips into his clothes. The moment the door closes behind us, my composure crumbles completely. My breathing becom
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