Diana “She killed herself.” I freeze. Even Dominicus looks momentarily stunned. “Though that’s not accurate either”, he shakes his head, “She was killed. But she knew they wanted to kill her and deliberately let them catch her. That’s why I say she killed herself… because she wanted to die.” His words send a shard of pain piercing through my heart. Billy’s hands tighten into fists. His next words are slow, measured. Like each one physically hurts to say. “Months before it happened… I could tell somethin’ was eatin’ at her. She was always lost in thought. Wouldn’t tell me what it was. But that wasn’t unusual. She had her moments like that.” His jaw clenches. “Then one day… she told me she was pregnant.” The emotion in his voice shifts—softens. There’s warmth there. Love. “It was the best thing I’d ever heard. A life—our life—growing inside her. A piece of me. A piece of her.” He exhales shakily, his fingers curling into fists on his knees. “I could picture it all,
Diana “She was a few towns over. In some alley in a human town.” He exhales shakily. “Just lyin’ there. Cold. Gone.” He stares blankly at his hands, like he’s back there—standing over her lifeless body. His next words send a sharp chill down my spine. “She told me to trust her,” he says, his voice hollow. “She told me our baby was alive.” His eyes flick up, dark and haunted. “But I saw her, kid. Saw the fetus. It was carved out of her belly and stabbed- the placenta still connected to the gaping hole that was her abdomen.” I inhale sharply. Oh gods… I get up and rush to his side. Sitting beside him, I wrap my arms around him. Pulling his trembling form against me. “It’s okay. It’s okay. You don’t have to continue Billy,”, my voice a shaky whisper croaking out of my throat. But he seems to not hear me, the words tumbling out of his mouth. “I wanted to believe her. I did. But how could I, when I saw it with my own eyes?” He lets out a dry, humorless chuckle. “I was out
Diana The rhythmic chopping of vegetables fills the kitchen, a steady, mindless motion that keeps my hands busy while my thoughts wander. Dominicus leans against the counter, scrolling through his phone, occasionally glancing at me with a look that makes my stomach flutter. Then, his phone rings. I see his brows furrow as he glances at the number. “Hello?” A hint on inquiry in his voice, which tells me he probably doesn’t recognise the number. “Amadeus.” A voice on the other end responds, spitting out the name with venom. I recognize it instantly. Magnus. I pause, my knife stilling mid-slice as I watch Dom’s expression turn to stone. I drop the knife and turn to fully face him. My entire focus sharpens and my werewolf senses kick in. Now even though the phone isn’t on speaker, I can hear the conversation as clearly as if I were holding it myself. Dom’s voice is sharp, ice-cold. “How the hell did you get this number?” There’s a pause. Then Magnus’s voice returns,
Diana Dom’s jaw clenches so tight I hear his teeth grind. He doesn’t want me to speak to Magnus. I can see it in the way his entire body is coiled, wound tight with barely restrained fury. But at the same time… He doesn’t want to be the reason I don’t get the information I need. I take a deep breath and step closer. Slowly, deliberately, I stretch out my hand. Dominicus hesitates. His gaze locks onto mine, his fingers twitching around the phone. But after a moment—jaw clenched, shoulders tense—he hands it over. I take the phone with one hand. With the other, I reach for him. Taking the hand that was holding the phone, I bring it to my lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. His eyes go round, surprise flickering across his face. I watch as the tension slowly eases from his shoulders. His fingers curl gently around mine. Then, I lift the phone to my ear. My voice is cold. “What do you want?” Silence. Then, Magnus exhales. “Diana,” he murmurs. “It feels so good to hear
DianaMy eyes widen to the size of saucers. What?He continues nonchalantly. “They also happen to be bringing along with them their entire army of Council Warriors.”A chill runs through me, and my heart sinks. The Council warriors.I remember them vividly—their power, their silent presence. They are wolves unlike any I’d ever seen. Their stature alone makes ordinary pack warriors look like children. The discipline they exude, the raw, controlled power… it is like they are carved from stone. And the way they move, fluid but so precise, like an army of blades—tight, reserved, but dangerous.“Seems the trap isn’t only meant for Diana alone. It’s for both of us”. I swallow down saliva, moistening my suddenly dry throat.Dom rolls his eyes again, “There’s no way they’re bringing their entire army for just a single- what is believed to be- a wolfless girl. So…”Billy continues, “They’re preparing for both of you”.Dominicus nods, “They don’t actually believe that I will let her go alone
Diana Dominicus’s face turns unreadable—cold, calculating. His voice carries the weight of certainty as he says, “There’s a traitor in the Council.” Billy and I both stiffen. Dom’s eyes narrow slightly. “Maybe more than one. But one thing is for sure—the Elder behind Magnus is working with the witches.” He tilts his head slightly. “Magnus is just a pawn.” Billy goes pale. He shakes his head vehemently. “No way.” His voice is hoarse, disbelieving. “Ain’t no damn way anyone on the Council would do somethin’ like that…” He trails off, swallowing thickly before shaking his head again, more forcefully. “No. I don’t believe it.” Dominicus regards him with something almost like pity. Billy scoffs, rubbing his face with a trembling hand. “The Council—workin’ with witches? Dark witches, at that?” His hands drop to his sides, clenching into fists. “That’s high treason.” His disbelief is evident, but I feel it too—the slow, creeping horror of it. Yes, the Council is corrupt. Power-hungr
Diana Dom seems to be done contemplating. His gaze flicks to Billy. “Billy.” His voice is calm but firm. “If you were the Council, what would you tell Magnus to convince him that Diana would be safe… while I was being taken out?” Billy frowns, thinking. “Well,” he begins slowly, “Magnus was adamant that Diana not bring you with her. And he didn’t seem like he was lying. He really doesn’t want you on his territory.” His expression darkens slightly. “But that clashes with the Council bringing an entire army. That means either they’re expecting you to show up. Or at least, they’re making they are ready for you in case you happen to show”. Dom nods. Billy exhales. “exhales. “So… if it were me, I’d tell Magnus to lure Diana to the Zervos pack alone. I’d use somethin’—somethin’ she can’t resist—as bait.” His brows furrow. “And then, I’d tell him that while she’s there, the Council warriors will head to your territory to take ya out. That way, you two are separated. You’re dead. And Di
Diana At the northern border of the Zervos pack stands a towering black wrought-iron gate, its intricate design serving as both a deterrent and a symbol of authority. This entrance functions as the official entrance into the territory, the only way permitted for guests to enter. My car rolls to a smooth stop in front of it, the engine purring beneath my fingers- a stark contrast to the tense anticipation thrumming beneath my skin. I glance at the sleek black asphalt road leading into the pack—clean, well-maintained. A stark contrast to the last time I left this place. Back then, I had snuck out through the dense woods like a fugitive. And now? Now I’m driving in through the front gate, in the open. The irony isn’t lost on me. A guard approaches the driver’s side window, his expression serious. His sharp gaze sweeps over me through the glass, assessing. I don’t recognize him. Which isn’t surprising. The Zervos pack is massive, its population even larger. And back when I was sti
Diana FLASHBACK CONTINUES All these years, the Council warriors, the ones with the power to command any pack, were once part of the Amadeus pack. When the tragedy struck the Amadeus pack 83 years ago, those wolves weren’t there because they had long been removed from the pack. They were in the Council’s headquarters, far from the carnage. No one knew about them. The world had forgotten that the blood of the Amadeus pack still ran through the veins of the Council warriors. We sit in stunned silence for a long moment before Billy breaks it. “So that’s why you said Diana should go ‘because’ the Council is going to be there. As long as the Council warriors are there, Diana as your mate is perfectly safe.” Dominicus nods, his gaze distant. “Yes.” I’m processing everything that Dominicus has just revealed, but then something strikes me, and I can’t help but ask with a touch of uncertainty. “Wait—if the bond wasn’t severed, just suspended, does that mean you, as the current Alpha
DianaFlashback“What?!” Billy and I scream in unison, staring wide-eyed at Dominicus.“Council warriors are actually Amadeus pack wolves?!” I exclaim?Billy and I exchange a glance, both of us utterly shocked by this revelation.Dominicus sighs, his expression unreadable. “Technically, they can be regarded as distant relations.”I blink, my confusion only deepening. “How? How is that even possible?” I ask, my voice shaking slightly as I try to comprehend what he’s implying. “Didn’t all the Amadeus pack wolves die in the tragedy?” I can’t help but ask, my words almost a whisper, as the weight of it sinks in.He himself told me that how his entire pack was wiped out. How is it possible that there are still Amadeus wolves out there now?He exhales, nodding slightly as he begins his explanation. “Long ago—centuries ago—long before even my grandfather was born, the Amadeus pack played a critical role in the creation of the Werewolf Council. The first Council was made up of the wisest Alph
DianaA slow smile spreads across my face. “It seems it’s time for a history lesson,” I say, my voice playful.I bring my gaze back to Fendel who is looking at me in clear desperation, and smirk. But rather than answer, I ask him a question instead.“The first generation of Council Warriors that made up the Council Army… where did they come from?”“What?” he asks in confusion. The Elders look at each other in confusion and trepidation. It’s clear that they don’t know.Only one Elder’s eyes widen in realization. The oldest of the bunch.I point to Elder Thomas who almost crumples to the ground if not for his walking stick supporting him. “I guess being old has its perks”.I then turn to the rest, and continue, my coming out lighthearted. “But for the rest of you and everyone else here, I’ll explain… There are currently nine Elders on the Council. All Alpha wolves, each one from a different pack, who retired as reigning Alphas.”My eyes run over them, “So, if the Council warriors obey
Diana“Brodik,” Dominicus calls the name, his voice calm.Brodik practically shivers before quickly stepping forward. “I’m here,” Brodik replies, the rawness in his voice betraying the calm tone.“Are the rest all there?” he asks.Brodik’s eyes start to brighten. He doesn’t hide his excitement, his voice full of energy as he answers, “They’re mostly here. A few left behind.”Fendel’s eyes grow wide, his shock evident as he screams out, “Brodik? What are you doing?”But still, there’s no answer from the Council Chief Warrior.Dominicus hums on the other end of the line, his tone casual. “No matter, I’ll settle them all later.”Brodik’s eyes are so bright now, they might as well be filled with stars. The excitement and eagerness are impossible to ignore. He answers with a single word, “Yes.”Now they know for sure that something is wrong. The Elders all look at Brodik in horror. They turn to look at the rest of the army just to see that they’re all in relatively the same condition as B
Diana Brodik expressionless, looks down, but doesn’t respond. Fendel doesn’t seem to notice. My gaze sweeps across the sea of Council Warriors. I take a deep breath, steadying myself in the midst of this suffocating tension. I then draw on every ounce of power I have left and let my Alpha voice ripple through the air. “Stay right where you are. Drop your weapons and no one moves”. I issue the command towards Council Warriors. My voice is piercing, strong, and undeniable. I hold my breath, waiting. Silence fills the space for a long moment, thick with anticipation. However, nothing happens. Instead of the usual obedience, the command just seems to wash over them, dissipating into the air. Not one of them even flinches. Suddenly, the Elders burst out into laughter, the sound cruel and mocking. Elder Lyra, unable to hold back her amusement, sneers, “Don’t be daft, girl. Just because you managed to order those Zervos wolves doesn’t mean you can control the Council war
DianaMagnus’s shoulders hunch as the weight of it all hits him. His legs nearly faltering beneath him. I’m guessing he had somehow been consoling himself with the fact that though the Council had changed their minds and decided to kill, they had also sent the Army there to kill Dominicus. And in his mind, all he had to do was save me, and everything would still go as planned. Dominicus would be dead and the bond between us would grow back and reconnect.But now, not only is Dominicus obviously safe and sound back home. But the Army is here instead, meaning he couldn’t save me even if he wanted.He understands now. He’s been thoroughly played.Fendel then address Brodik, however, he makes sure to keep his gaze on me, his eyes never leaving my face, “Where is Dominicus Amadeus now?” he asks, his tone casual.Brodik responds promptly, his voice cool and measured, “The man stationed there reported back that the Alpha hasn’t left his territory.”“So he’s still in there now?” Fendel asks.
Diana The earth rumbles beneath our feet, a low vibration that starts slowly but grows with intensity. Everyone pauses, their eyes darting around in confusion and trepidation. The noise builds, a deep, ominous rumble that seems to come from all directions. It grows louder, the sound of it vibrating through the earth itself. My eyes narrow, my senses sharpening. I can feel the air shift- something is coming. Fendel stands still, looking smug, as if he’s anticipating something. The sound grows louder—footsteps—heavy, deliberate. The sound of hundreds of boots marching in unison. The noise draws closer, and the ground shakes with each passing second. And then—suddenly—they appear. From all around us, figures emerge. They’re clad in black soft armor, sleek and menacing, each one carrying an array of weapons strapped to their bodies. They move with military precision, their movements sharp and fluid. Hundreds of them. Maybe more. They don’t speak. They don’t need to. Their presence
Diana For a moment, the entire place is silent as a graveyard. And then- Elder Lyra, her face drained of color, screams. “Impossible!” She sounds like she’s on the verge of losing control. “No Alpha is able to use the command on a wolf that does not belong to their pack!” I shrug nonchalantly. “Well, Alpha Magnus here was being all dazed and shit, so I had to do it myself.” She screams again, this time in fury, “Stop this rubbish and answer me!” she demands, but I just shrug with a smile. The air is thick with disbelief. The wolves and Elders stare at me, wide-eyed, as though they’ve just seen a monster come to life. “Who the hell are you?” Elder Lyra demands, her voice trembling with disbelief. “What pack did you come from?” All eyes are on me. They all know I was raised in the Zervos pack, but for me to have this kind of power, they all now understand that my bloodline must come from an Alpha of another pack. I shrug, my face casual. “Beats me.” But inside, I’m closely watc
Diana Suddenly, one wolf steps forward from the crowd. I watch closely, my interest piqued. It’s the newly appointed Beta. Oh? I narrow my eyes as I study him more carefully. Werewolf healing really is a beautiful thing. The man had been injured only moments ago, but here he is now, stepping forward with a strong posture, his muscles taut and ready. This is the first time I’m taking a real look at him. He’s tall and lean, with a sharp crew cut and a severe expression that makes him seem even more intimidating. Attractive, if I’m being honest, but then again, most wolves are. Magnus’ eyes widen in shock. “You…” His voice cracks with disbelief. The Beta meets Magnus’ gaze with a calm, almost apologetic expression before he speaks. “I’m sorry, Alpha,” he says, his tone respectful. “But as the Council has said, this woman is mated to the dangerous Feral Alpha who was responsible for my predecessor’s death. It will be for the greater good if she is taken out. Therefore, I volunte