In the past three days, Amani had made it her mission to visit every active town within Bloodmoon. Under Darius’s leadership, he ensured that the residents were living in close proximity to one another to maximize safety and support. Despite the vast expanse of Bloodmoon's territory and the desolation of many towns and cities, every border was vigilantly patrolled, ensuring security around the clock.In addition to this, Darius took the initiative to establish an orphanage near the pack hospital in the capital city. This remarkable endeavor became one of Amani's most cherished achievements since the devastating attack on Bloodmoon. Despite the heart-wrenching circumstances of these children losing their parents, they appeared to be content and joyful. They were well-nourished, engaged in various enjoyable activities, and provided with a proper education. Furthermore, the female elders of the pack showered them with abundant love and affection, creating a nurturing and caring environm
Amani dismounted her horse just in time, her patrol guards already on the verge of shifting and clashing with the Blackclaw guards.“Yield!” Amani commanded.Instantly, her patrol guards obeyed, halting their aggressive stances. With a resolute stride, Amani approached Marquis, the guard in charge.“I believe it’s me you came here for,” she said calmly.Marquis blinked several times, his expression one of sheer disbelief. He recognized her; he was the one who had taken her to Lord Adam’s on the day of her rejection. Yet, he still couldn’t believe his eyes.“And who the hell are you?!” Shouted an unfamiliar guard, his tone dripping with hostility.“I’m the one that killed your Beta, of course,” Amani declared, a hint of sass in her voice.Some of the guards laughed, finding the idea of a five-foot-five she-wolf being responsible for the massacre at the eastern bluff absurd. However, those who knew Amani stood astounded. Marquis inched closer, sniffing the air around her.“But… how…?” M
The next morning when they arrived at the palace. The three of them were jolted awake by Marquis’ voice, commanding the guards to open the gates. As they approached, Amani was suddenly entranced by the most enticing scent. She inhaled deeply, her eyes closing as she savored the aroma.“Do you smell that?” She asked, her senses captivated by the fragrance in the air. It called to her like nothing she had ever experienced before—familiar yet foreign, comforting yet invigorating.Darius and Archer exchanged a knowing glance, aware of exactly what Amani was referring to. The wagon came to an abrupt halt, and the guards swung the door open, roughly pulling them out.“Hey, take it easy!” Archer snapped in frustration.One by one, they were led into the palace, each flanked by two guards. Marquis and another guard led the procession with Amani positioned between them, her hands shackled behind her back as they directed her towards the Royal Court.As they neared their destination, Amani foun
“Your Majesty! I am here to stand as a witness to the events that transpired on the Eastern Bluff,” Archer declared.“Archer?!” Malakai called out, his face lighting up with undeniable relief.“You’re here to stand witness? Or to stand as a traitor to the Royal Kingdom by defending this murderer?!” King Zander roared.“Amani is not a murderer!” Archer countered fiercely. “I assure you, Your Majesty, she acted in self-defense. Jax and his cronies were going to kill us!”The crowd erupted in a horrified gasp at Archer’s revelation about the late Beta, whom they all knew to be the young Beta’s father.“Preposterous!” King Zander spat, his face twisted with rage.“Let them speak, Father!” Malakai demanded.The King shot a glare at Malakai, who met his father’s gaze with a look of defiance.“Go on, Archer,” Malakai urged, his eyes still locked onto the King’s.Archer took a deep breath as he prepared himself to recount the traumatic events of that unforgettable night. “Thank you,” he said,
The Royal Council conferred briefly, their nods and shrugs signaling unanimous agreement. “With the substantial evidence presented, we motion that Lady Constantine be acquitted of all charges on the grounds of self-defense in protecting both Archer Weston and herself. Unless you, Your Majesty, have any objections?” The Prime Alpha announced. King Zander glared at Amani from his throne, and she met his gaze with a defiant look that dared him to contest her innocence. To her surprise, he had no objections. “She shall hereby be dismissed then,” the King responded, his tone begrudging. A thunderous applause erupted from the omegas watching from the higher levels. Amani looked up at them, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. They weren’t there for the spectacle like the rest of the crowd—they were there to support her. “Your Majesty, what shall be the fate of this man?” A guard stepped forward, pushing Darius ahead. “He is a rogue who illegally stepped onto our territory.” “It
Amani had expected to persuade only a few omegas, but she was astonished when every single one of them so readily placed their trust in her, prepared to abandon the only life they had ever known. “You’ve lost your damn mind if you think you’re leaving here with my slaves!” King Zander roared, his rage echoing through the court. “They are still members of your pack,” Amani argued, “and they have just as much right to leave with me as anyone else.” “Alpha Amani is correct, Your Majesty,” the Prime Alpha intervened calmly. “The omegas are still legally recognized as members of Blackclaw.” “I don’t care what the law says!” King Zander thundered. “They are my slaves, and they are not going anywhere!” “You cannot deny them!” Amani shot back. “Not even you are above the law!” “I AM THE ALPHA KING! I AM THE LAW!” King Zander’s boom thundered through the hall, resonating with primal authority. Like a tidal wave, the force of his boom swept over the room, compelling every Lycan to their k
It was just another quiet day on the eastern borders of Bloodmoon. Andrew stood guard with the rest of the border patrol, anticipating the arrival of his Alpha and father. Suddenly, the distant rumble of a stampede reached their ears, and they immediately took a defensive stance. But as the figures came into view, their tension transformed into pure and utter elation. There was their Alpha, flanked by two Betas, leading a triumphant procession of wolves.Amani howled as she approached, her voice resonating with power and victory. The patrol echoed her call in their natural forms, their hearts swelling with exultation. Her triumphant return sent ripples of excitement through Bloodmoon. Many shifted into their wolves, joining the procession in celebration. Amani’s howl reverberated throughout the occupied areas of Bloodmoon, and the air was filled with cries and cheers honoring their glorious Alpha.After Amani and Darius settled their newest members, they gathered inside her manor with
“Beef and pork are essential, and oh! Venison for sure, mmm… and don’t forget the rabbit! Ugh, I’m craving rabbit stew… and squirrel!” Seraphine’s excitement was palpable as she salivated.“I am not eating squirrel,” Amani shuddered. “I think I’ve covered everything we need for now. If we send this list to the merchant today, we should have our second shipment within a few days.”“You’re really not adding squirrel?” Seraphine asked, her tone a mix of disbelief and hope.“Nope, but if you’re a good little wolf, I might let you hunt for some in the woods later,” Amani teased.“Oh, even better!” Seraphine’s voice heightened with anticipation.A sharp knock interrupted their lighthearted banter, pulling Amani’s attention away from the list. She looked up, her expression shifting from amusement to curiosity.“Come in,” she called.“Good morning, Alpha,” greeted two guards as they entered her study.“Good morning, Tom. Good morning, Stan,” Amani responded.“Alpha, we seem to have an… issue,
—Three years later—The Kingdom of Bloodmoon had blossomed into a beacon of unity and prosperity, standing as a symbol of what could be achieved when packs merged their strength and purpose. Malakai and Amani now ruled from a magnificent new palace, a grand structure of towering stone and glass that overlooked the thriving lands they called home. The borders of what was once Blackclaw and Bloodmoon had been redrawn, and the newly united kingdom stretched far and wide, its people flourishing under their reign.In these years of peace, a new council had been appointed, and among them stood Darius, the Prime Alpha. His journey from Alpha Saul’s trusted Beta to a leader in his own right had earned him this prestigious title. He had proven his worth in the most trying of times, displaying the strength, wisdom, and compassion that made him worthy of the role. Now, he stood at the forefront of governance alongside Malakai and Amani, ensuring the kingdom remained just and fair.The Rogue Land
In the heart of Blackclaw, the main square was packed with every member of the kingdom. The air buzzed with anticipation as they all waited for the Royal Council to make their announcement. A raised platform stood at the center of the square, where the Prime Alpha and the Council members had gathered. The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows over the crowd, its warmth heralding the start of a new beginning.The Prime Alpha, tall and imposing, stepped forward. His voice echoed through the square, strong and clear. “Today, we bear witness to the rise of a new Alpha of Blackclaw,” he began, his eyes scanning the sea of people. "A new Alpha King who has proven himself not only by blood, but by strength, by honor, and by the love of his people."Before he could continue, the sound of footsteps—steady, commanding—rose above the murmur of the crowd. Heads turned as soldiers parted, and there, striding forward hand-in-hand, were Malakai and Amani. The people gasped, awe and reverenc
Amani let out a heart-wrenching yelp, her wolf howling in anguish as she watched Malakai fall. Her entire body trembled, her green eyes wide with panic and pain. She could see Malakai struggling, his legs weak and shaking as he tried to get back up, but his movements were sluggish, labored, the life draining from him with every passing second.King Zander circled Malakai now, his teeth bared in a cruel, triumphant snarl. His eyes gleamed with arrogance, a sneer twisting his lips as he watched his son struggle. “Is this all you have, boy?” Zander growled, his voice oozing with scorn. “Get up and die with your dignity!”Malakai’s body shook as he attempted to rise, his muscles straining, but his strength betrayed him. His paws buckled beneath him, and he crashed back down to the blood-soaked earth, hacking up blood.Amani’s heart felt like it was tearing apart as she watched him. Her soul screamed with pain and desperation. “Kai, get up… please.” Her voice broke through his fog of pain,
The sun had just crested the horizon, casting long golden rays over the battlefield, as if nature itself was marking the start of a new day — one that would end with a kingdom’s fate decided in blood. Malakai and Amani stood side by side in their wolf forms with their army of wolves standing fiercely behind them, stretched as far as the eye could see. On the opposite side, King Zander stood at the head of his own army, composed of the most powerful Alphas from the Pack Lands, their own armies standing just as formidable. They, too, were in their wolf forms, muscles tense, their eyes glinting with the same deadly readiness.The King’s gaze locked onto Malakai, his eyes cold and calculating. There was no remorse, no regret—only arrogance, as if he already knew how this fight would end. Malakai’s fury was barely contained, his gaze burning with years of betrayal and the raw need for justice.The Royal Council watched from the side in human form, mounted on their horses. They sat as impa
Malakai’s massive wolf form lunged toward Darius, their snarls and growls filling the air as the two locked in a fierce sparring match. Claws scraped against the ground, and the thudding sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the clearing. Darius countered Malakai’s attack with a sharp snap of his jaws, but Malakai was faster, his dark, hulking figure moving with terrifying precision. His eyes, flickering between blue and black, betrayed the storm of rage building inside him, the same fury that would fuel him for the inevitable battle at sunrise.From a distance, Amani watched, her heart in her throat. She stood with Archer and Maggie, their forms shadowed by the trees, far enough away to avoid being a distraction, but close enough to see the intensity of Malakai’s movements. He was pushing himself hard—too hard—and she could sense the weight of his determination, the ferocity of his resolve.“He doesn’t understand,” Amani muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze r
Amani entered her tent, her eyes landing on Malakai sitting on the cot, just as she expected. She had figured he’d be here, a respite away from the crowd. His hand traced the healed wound on his abdomen, though he quickly pulled his shirt down the moment she entered, trying to keep her from worrying more than she already did.She crossed the tent, her gaze lingering on him as she sat beside him on the cot. “Doesn’t look like that scar is going away any time soon,” she said softly, her tone laced with concern.“I don’t care about the scar,” he replied, his voice low and distracted.Amani tilted her head, watching him more closely. “What is it, Kai?” She asked, her brow furrowed. “You left in the middle of the briefing. We’ve all decided not to wait for your father’s army to return. We’re going to storm the palace—there’s a good chance the other packs haven’t arrived yet, they’ll never expect us to counterattack so soon. I really believe we can win this war.”“There won’t be a war,” Mal
Amani burst out of the tent, her senses immediately assaulted by the chaos of battle. The night was alive with the savage cries of wolves and the clash of bodies, the once-quiet camp now a maelstrom of violence. Amani’s heart beat with the rhythm of Malakai’s, the bond between them fueling her strength, guiding her through the brutality. She could feel him with her, his presence a steady anchor in the storm.As Amani carved her path through the battlefield, she was a whirlwind of lethal precision. She moved with predatory elegance, each strike a dance of power and skill. She ripped through her foes with ruthless efficiency, her claws and fangs tearing through their defenses, leaving a trail of defeated adversaries in her wake.She surged forward, her wolf form a fiery trail of crimson and silver as she darted through the fray, her eyes locking onto Daniela and Steven. They were surrounded, the two of them desperately fending off the vicious onslaught of two large wolves. Their snarls
As Amani’s fangs sank into Malakai’s flesh, a sudden jolt of energy surged through her, stronger than anything she’d felt before. It was as if the world around her blurred for a moment, then dissolved entirely, leaving her in a place that was neither here nor there—a space beyond time, beyond reality. Her vision swirled with brilliant colors, then settled, revealing an ethereal scene.Suspended in the vastness of the cosmos, was a luminous, iridescent egg. Its shell shimmered with a soft, otherworldly glow, shifting between shades of deep violet and radiant silver, like the night sky encapsulated in a single fragile sphere. Inside the cosmic egg, two small wolves played, their forms glowing with a light that seemed to come from within.The first was Zayn, a sleek black wolf, his fur dark as midnight, with a powerful yet gentle presence. He moved with a confident grace, his large paws barely making a sound as he playfully chased after the smaller wolf beside him.The other was Seraphin
Darius and the soldiers moved swiftly, their steps urgent as they carried Malakai’s unconscious form into the medical tent. Amani followed close behind, her eyes wide with fear, heart pounding in her chest. The warm, coppery scent of his blood filled the air, mingling with the scent of antiseptic and herbs inside the tent. The tension was thick, oppressive, as every soldier felt the gravity of the situation.Maggie was already waiting, her hands steady but her eyes sharp with concern. When her gaze fell upon Malakai, a gasp escaped her lips, and her face paled. The sight of the darkening veins around the gaping wound made her stomach twist with dread.“Oh dear Goddess, what happened?!” Maggie’s voice trembled as she rushed forward, her hands moving instinctively to assess the damage.“He’s been hit with silver, Maggie,” Amani’s voice cracked with desperation. “Please… please help him.”Maggie’s eyes darkened with understanding, and she immediately took charge. “Call the Physician! Get