In the darkness below, Amani's vision was limited without her wolf. She relied solely on the keen wolf vision of her companions to guide her way.
“Have the rest of the packs arrived? Who is standing at our side?” Selene’s voice pierced the darkness. “We stand alone,” Darius’s response echoed solemnly. Amani detected a tremble in Darius’ tone, a hint of fear that she had never heard from him before. “So, the other packs haven’t arrived yet?” Amani sought clarification. “No, my lady, what I mean is…” Darius paused to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “They have all come to join the Royal Kingdom in our attack.” The two women couldn’t stifle their gasps of horror, their breath catching in their throats as the grim reality unfolded before them. It was now painfully clear why Amani had been plagued with a sense of foreboding. Perhaps it had been a premonition of the massacre that awaited them. “They were never interested in a party…” Darius’s voice was heavy with dread. “…This is an extermination. The Alpha’s orders are to evacuate all she-wolves and young ones, while the rest of us stay and fight to ensure their escape. Getting you both across the border into the Rogue Lands is my main priority.” Amani felt a shiver of fear course through her, realizing that three formidable packs had allied with the Royal Kingdom to carry out the slaughter of Bloodmoon. The grim certainty settled over her that few, if any, would survive the night. As they neared the end of the underground passage, a glimmer of moonlight beckoned ahead, leading them into the desolate backwoods several miles from the manor. "We need to shift. We'll run faster in our wolf form," Darius advised. "Amani, you'll ride on my back. John will be at my side, leading the way. Luna will stay in the center, with Mark and Frank behind us. No one stops until we clear the bor..." “Wait…” The Luna interjected. All eyes turned to her, but Selene's gaze was fixed solely on Amani. She grasped Amani's face, her touch gentle yet urgent, as if she feared it might be the last time they'd ever touch. “Mother?” Amani’s voice wavered, confusion etched on her face. Selene pressed a tender kiss to Amani’s forehead. “Go with them, Amani… I have a duty to our pack.” “Luna, you can’t! It’s a bloodbath out there!” Darius’s protest reverberated in the tense air. “Mother, he’s right! Don’t leave me! Please, don’t leave me!” Amani’s voice cracked with desperation, tears cascading down her cheeks as she pleaded with her mother. Selene fought to contain her own tears, her heart wrenching at the prospect of abandoning her daughter to an uncertain fate. “I love you, Amani… with all my heart, but I cannot abandon your father and our pack when they need me most. Though you may not understand now, one day you will. We will find you when this is all over, I promise you.” Selene’s fingers brushed away the tears staining Amani’s cheek. “Take her.” “But Luna!” The men’s voices echoed in a chorus of protest. “That’s an order!” Selene’s command sliced through the clamor. With a final, pained glance at her daughter, Selene shifted into her wolf form and vanished into the storm of war. Amani screamed for her mother, her instincts urging her to chase after her, but Frank’s firm grip restrained her. He hoisted her onto Darius’s back, the Beta already transformed into a massive wolf. Before she could protest, they were racing into the night, Amani clinging desperately to Darius as they fled deeper into the woods toward the Rogue Lands. Tears blurred her vision as she prayed fervently to the Moon Goddess for her parents’ safety. When she opened her eyes, a menacing figure leaped from the shadows toward Darius. “Watch out!” She warned, but it was too late. The wolf slammed into Darius, sending her hurtling off his back and into the air. She crashed to the ground with a bone-jarring impact, the force stealing the breath from her lungs. She cried out, clutching her broken hand as agony shot through her. Rolling onto her back, she gritted her teeth against the pain, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of their attacker. Her heart sank in the pit of her stomach when she saw six bloodthirsty wolves closing in on them. In that chilling moment, the throbbing pain of her broken hand had faded into insignificance. Darius and the others swiftly formed a protective circle around her, their growls a fierce warning to the encroaching enemies. The first wolf lunged at Darius with deadly intent, aiming right for his throat, and the rest of the assailants followed suit. Darius fought with the ferocity of a true Beta, his movements fluid and precise, but Mark was quickly vanquished by his opponent's savage onslaught. Amani recoiled at the gut-wrenching sound of Mark’s agony, his cries echoing in the night as his opponent tore into him with brutal savagery. With a sickening crunch, he was silenced forever. Amani's blood ran cold as the wolf's predatory gaze turned towards her, its eyes gleaming with malice as it charged at her with murderous intent. Darius sprang into action with impeccable timing, colliding with the wolf and hurtling him into a nearby tree. With a fierce gaze, Darius turned back to Amani, his jaws snapping with urgency. It wasn’t hard for her to interpret his unspoken command… Run. She kicked off her heels and sprinted as fast as she could. With Darius and the others holding them off, her sole focus was reaching the border. Once there, they wouldn’t be able to touch her; it was law. But would she truly be safe among the rogues? The uncertainty nagged at her, but she pushed forward, determined to find out. Running as fast as her bare feet could carry her, she ignored the pain of the hard rocks and sticks beneath her. She couldn’t discern which hurt more—her broken hand, the cut-up soles of her feet, or the fire burning in her lungs. Yet, fueled by pure adrenaline, she pushed through the pain and kept running. Suddenly, a powerful force slammed into her back, plummeting her face-first into the ground. Crushed beneath the immense weight, she gasped for air, her chest heaving with strained effort. A large, brown wolf stood on top of her, its predatory growls echoing in her ear like a death knell. Driven by its malicious nature, the wolf raked its claws down her back, tearing mercilessly into her delicate flesh, eliciting screams of raw agony. The wolf swiftly flipped her onto her back with its massive paw and began clawing into her chest and abdomen with its razor-sharp claws. Each slash was a new wave of torment and her harrowing screams was a spine-chilling symphony that echoed in the eerie night. She instinctively raised her arms in a feeble attempt to shield herself, but the wolf’s claws found their mark with brutal precision. In a desperate bid for survival, her eyes darted to a large stake lying nearby. With trembling hands, she grasped it tightly, her fingers closing around its rough surface. Summoning every ounce of strength, she thrust the stake into the wolf’s eye with a primal scream, evoking a howl of agony from her assailant. The creature recoiled, its agonized howls echoing through the woods, yet its vigor remained undiminished. With a guttural snarl, it ripped the stake free and lashed out with renewed brutality, its claws slashing across her face with ruthless intent. The pain was excruciating, beyond anything she had ever experienced, and she couldn't even recall if she had cried out. The wolf advanced, its deadly glare fixed on her throat, and she knew this was the end for her. As the brown wolf lunged for the final strike, a towering black figure materialized from the shadows, crashing into the assailant with unparalleled force. A symphony of snarls and growls filled the air as the two beasts grappled in a primitive battle for supremacy. With a harsh snap, the black wolf sank its formidable jaws into the brown’s neck, hurling it aside like a ragdoll. Despite the impact, it rose to its feet with astonishing speed, ready to retaliate. Yet, the brown wolf hesitated, his aggressive stance faltering as he confronted the imposing figure of the black wolf. A flicker of recognition passed through its eyes before it yielded to the dominance of the larger predator. With a menacing growl, the black wolf positioned itself protectively over Amani, exuding an incontestable aura of ownership. The brown wolf slunk away, casting one final glance before disappearing into the shadows. With the dwindling strength that she desperately clung to, Amani propped herself up on her elbows, eager to observe this peculiar exchange. Who was this wolf that had saved her? Just as she pondered this question, the black wolf turned to face her, and that was when she saw them — those eyes, those ocean-blue eyes she had seen just hours before in the garden. The black wolf took a step closer, causing her to flinch in fear. He paused at her reaction, then slowly leaned in and began licking the wounds on her face. Amani’s mind raced with questions, but before she could make sense of it, her arms finally gave out beneath her, and the world around her dissolved into darkness.Amani woke up to bright lights overhead, too intense for her unadjusted vision. She raised her hand to her face, tracing her fingertips along her bandaged eye. Confusion swept over her as she scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, panic bubbling up inside her. She pulled herself up into a sitting position, attempting to get out of the bed but someone immediately held her down, preventing her from moving at all. “No… please, let me go…” she pleaded, struggling against the unseen force. “She’s awake again! Bring her another sedative!” A deep voice demanded. The mention of a sedative sent Amani into a full-blown panic. Why would anyone want to sedate her? Feeling increasingly unsafe, her only objective now was to escape. She needed to find her pack, or what was left of them. As memories of the attack on Bloodmoon flooded her mind, she felt her heart sink. How long had it been since that night? How long had she been a prisoner in this unfamiliar place?” “Let me go… please,” Amani pleade
When Amani awoke once again, she found herself in a magnificent and luxurious bedroom, a space truly befitting royalty. The bed enveloped her in its grandeur, and she found comfort in the soft, exquisite silk sheets beneath her. Instantly, she recognized her surroundings - she had been brought to the Royal Palace. As she attempted to sit up, a sharp, searing pain shot through her body, causing her to wince in discomfort. Taking a moment to steady herself, Amani noticed that she was adorned in a pristine white nightgown, her arms revealing the remnants of scars that marred her skin. Though they appeared to be in the process of healing, their presence still startled her. Her broken hand, now securely bandaged, offered some relief, but she knew it would take time for it to fully mend. Suddenly, a gentle knock at the door shattered the silence, jolting Amani from her thoughts. Without hesitation, a plump, middle-aged woman entered the room, her warm and caring presence filling the space.
Malakai sat at his desk in his chambers, deep in thought. It had been five days since he last laid eyes on the she-wolf he had brought home that fateful night. "A monster," she had called him. How could she label him as such, when he had saved her life? The thought gnawed at him, filling him with an unsettling blend of confusion and frustration. He had protected her, ready to rip apart the wolf that dared to lay his paws on her. Yet, she saw him as something dark and sinister. Regret washed over him as he reflected on his inability to find her sooner. For some unfathomable reason, he had struggled to track her scent, causing a delay that weighed heavily on his conscience, tormenting him with every passing moment. With undaunted determination, Malakai had set foot on Bloodmoon territory with one single purpose: the pack that sheltered rogues—the very beings responsible for the tragic loss of his innocent mother—would face his wrath. Hatred fueled his every step, driving him forward un
"My Prince," a woman's voice called out softly. Steph gracefully entered his chambers, draped in a luxurious red silk robe. Steph was truly a stunning she-wolf, with her long, flowing blonde hair, captivating blue eyes, and a figure that could make any heart skip a beat. Malakai had indulged in pleasure with her body on multiple occasions. Of all the she-wolves he bedded, Steph knew she was his favorite. Nobody could satisfy the Prince quite like she could. Malakai had long given up on his search for his mate, abandoning all hope of finding the one destined to be his. Following his first shift, his father hosted countless balls, extending invitations to all the eligible young women from the neighboring packs. Yet, despite the grandeur of these gatherings, not a single one produced any favorable results. He began to believe that his mate was either dead or, even worse, a rogue. With this in mind, he discarded any reservations and indulged his primal desires with any willing woman wh
Amani sat on the sill of the bay window inside her chambers, lost in a daze as she gazed out. She hadn't shed a single tear since she learned of the devastating news of her parents' and pack's demise. She felt completely numb, as if her emotions had been stripped away. Amani couldn't help but wonder if she was somehow broken, incapable of feeling anything at all. Pain, anger, and even hunger seemed foreign to her now. It was as if she was merely existing without truly being alive at all.The window had become her refuge, a vantage point from which she sought solace. It offered a breathtaking view that overlooked the Blackclaw River, surrounded by lush green hills and large enchanting oak trees. The setting sun painted the sky in vibrant hues, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape. Amani might have been awestruck by the captivating view before her, but her senses were dulled by the weight of her grief.She heard the sound of someone unlocking her bedroom door - Maggie, most li
The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the towering windows of the Royal Palace, casting a warm glow on Amani's face as she slept soundly in her bed. She stirred from her slumber as Maggie entered her chambers, gracefully carrying a tray filled with a delicious breakfast."Good morning," Maggie greeted with a bright smile, crossing the room to place the tray on the table.Usually, Amani would ignore Maggie's morning greetings, but today was different. A sense of warmth for the old woman was beginning to awaken within her. "Good morning," Amani responded, surprising Maggie who glanced over to confirm it was indeed her speaking."I brought your breakfast," Maggie said, her voice tinged with a hint of caution. "I would strongly advise you to eat it unless you want an angry Alpha barging in here."With a gentle stretch, Amani sat up and slowly made her way to the table. She realized it was in her best interest to enjoy her meal and avoid the return of the formidable Prince."
Every evening, Malakai would join Amani in her chambers for dinner, their shared meals becoming a regular engagement. At first, she resented his presence, preferring solitude during her newly acquired misery. However, as time passed, she found herself gradually growing accustomed to his company.During the day, she would immerse herself in her art, her paintbrush gracefully dancing across the canvas for hours on end. Every now and then, Malakai would casually enter the room and quietly observe—a tranquil escape from his own demanding existence. His genuine admiration for her artwork was evident in his words, and she couldn't help but feel a blush creep onto her cheeks in response. Yet, a part of her chastised herself for caring about his opinion, reminding herself that she didn't need his validation.Amani could always sense his tension whenever he entered the room. Whether he was by his father's side during court and other Royal Council affairs or on patrol for perimeter checks throu
Amani didn't bother to knock when she arrived at Malakai's chambers; she simply strode right in. There he was, seated at his desk with his Beta, Archer, across from him. Perhaps, she was interrupting an important meeting, but she couldn't care less. Both of them turned their heads in surprise as she entered the room."I need to speak with you," she stated assertively. "It's important."Malakai gave Archer a subtle nod, signaling for him to make his exit. Archer rose from his seat and approached Amani, offering her a respectful bow. "My Lady."Once Archer had left the room, Malakai stood up and closed the distance between himself and Amani. "Is something the matter?" He inquired, concern visible in his eyes.Amani's eyes roamed over his shirtless physique, marveling at his god-like build. Her gaze trailed from his well-defined biceps to his chiseled chest, finally resting on his perfectly sculpted abs. He truly was a sight to behold.Unable to resist, her gaze ventured downward and she
—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