The morning started like any other, though the tension in the air was impossible to ignore. The pack was quiet, more subdued than usual. The days of carefree chatter and laughter seemed like a distant memory now. Jake had already left by the time I woke up, and the space beside me in bed was cold. I reached out, brushing my fingers across the empty sheets, a pang of longing coursing through me. It was a familiar feeling these days—missing Jake even when he was close. Pushing the thoughts aside, I dressed quickly and made my way downstairs. The sound of hammering and the rhythmic thud of tools echoed through the pack house. The men were hard at work building the wall Jake and I had agreed upon, a temporary solution until we could deal with the creature once and for all. When I stepped outside, I found Jake standing near the construction site, giving orders. He was clad in a black T-shirt and jeans, his posture commanding. He had that look in his eyes, the one that said he was car
The morning came quietly, the sun hidden behind a veil of thick, gray clouds. The cold air seeped into the room, but I didn’t mind. Today was the day I decided to focus on something I could control—my power. Jake had already left, his duties pulling him away again. It was becoming a familiar routine, and though I understood his responsibilities, the absence left a gnawing emptiness in me. But I pushed those feelings aside. I couldn’t afford to wallow, not when the pack’s safety depended on me. I headed straight to the library, my resolve hardening with each step. If I was going to be a Luna that the pack respected, I needed to prove myself. Magic wasn’t just my heritage—it was my strength. The library was as silent as ever, the air heavy with the scent of aged paper and ink. Fatima had helped me set up a small area for practicing magic in the corner of the room, complete with an assortment of spellbooks, herbs, and candles. I started with the basics. Breathing deeply, I center
The air was thick with tension as the pack gathered near the edge of the forest. Jake stood at the center of the group, his presence commanding and his voice firm as he went over the plan one last time. The creature had been spotted near the river that cut through the woods, and this time, we were prepared.Or at least, we thought we were.I stood to the side, my heart hammering in my chest. The spell I had been perfecting for the past week buzzed in my mind, ready to be unleashed. This time, I wouldn’t just stand on the sidelines. I was going to help.Fatima stood next to me, her expression a mix of determination and worry. “You sure you’re ready for this?” she asked, her voice low.I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I have to be.”Jake caught my eye from across the clearing, his expression softening for just a moment. He gave me a small nod, and I felt a surge of courage.The plan was simple, at least on paper. The warriors would herd the creature into a trap we’d set near
The morning light filtered through the heavy drapes of the pack house, casting long, pale shadows across the room. Despite the sun’s effort to brighten the day, a persistent chill lingered in the air, matching the unease that had taken root in my chest. I stood by the window, my arms crossed, staring at the forest beyond. Somewhere out there, the creatures were lurking, plotting, or worse, multiplying. Jake’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “You’ve been quiet,” he said, stepping into the room. His movements were slower than usual, his injuries still healing. “I’m just thinking,” I replied, not turning around. “We’ve been fighting these things, but we don’t even know where they’re coming from or why.” He placed a hand on my shoulder, warm and reassuring. “We’ll figure it out, Prisca. Together.” Fatima and Christopher joined us in the dining room, maps and notes spread across the table. “We’ve got to dig deeper,” Fatima said, her tone sharp. “These deformed wolves didn’t just
“Morning,” Jake murmured, his voice a delicious rumble that sent shivers down my spine. I smiled, tilting my head to look at him. “Morning.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against mine. It was soft at first, a gentle reminder of our bond, but it quickly deepened. His hands slid down my sides, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. “Are you trying to distract me?” I teased when we finally broke apart, my breath coming in short gasps. “Always,” he said with a grin, his amber eyes glowing with affection. “You’ve been carrying too much on your shoulders, Prisca. Let me take some of that weight.” His words made my heart ache in the best way. Jake had this uncanny ability to make me feel safe, even when the world was crumbling around us. By mid-morning, the pack was bustling with activity. Men and women worked tirelessly on the wall we’d begun constructing to fortify the borders. Jake had assigned additional patrols to keep watch, and I could see the tens
The morning was unusually quiet, a heavy stillness in the air that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge. I sat in the library, surrounded by books and scrolls, my fingers trailing over faded ink as I searched for anything that could help us. Each word I read felt like a dead end. My frustration grew as hours ticked by, the answers I sought remaining just out of reach. Jake had gone back to the war room, strategizing with his warriors on how to deal with the creatures. Fatima was out gathering intel, her determination a mirror of my own. And me? I felt stuck, drowning in a sea of knowledge that refused to yield the answers I needed. I slammed the book shut and leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. “Come on, Prisca,” I muttered to myself. “Think. There has to be something you’re missing.” A soft knock at the door startled me. I turned, half expecting Jake or Fatima, but instead, there stood a woman I had never seen before. Her presence was striking. She had
The days since Althea’s arrival had been a whirlwind of revelations, strategies, and relentless tension. For someone who claimed to be my sister, Althea had an uncanny ability to make me uneasy. Something about her presence—her calculated words, the way she always seemed one step ahead—felt off. I told myself to trust her, to give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, she had brought us valuable information and was helping us navigate this nightmare. But a voice in the back of my head whispered doubts I couldn’t ignore. This morning, I found myself watching her from across the room as she pored over maps and notes. She was intensely focused, her emerald eyes scanning the parchment with precision. Every movement seemed deliberate, every word she spoke measured. Jake stood beside her, his arms crossed as he listened to her suggestions. Even he seemed more guarded around her now. “Are you sure this is the right area?” I asked, breaking the silence. Althea looked up, her gaze mee
The forest was a cold and oppressive place that night, the towering trees seeming to close in on us as we moved through the dense underbrush. I couldn’t shake the weight in my chest, a nagging sense of unease that told me something wasn’t right. This was it—the moment we had been working toward for weeks. Esther was within our grasp, the woman responsible for tearing our pack apart. Yet, as determined as I was to see this through, I couldn’t ignore the chill that ran down my spine.Jake led the group, his broad shoulders tense with anticipation. He moved with the confidence of a seasoned Alpha, but I could see the worry in his eyes when he glanced back at me. The warriors fanned out around us, their breaths visible in the cool night air. Althea walked beside me, her staff in hand, her expression unreadable."Stay close," Jake said, his voice low but firm as he addressed the group."I will," I replied, though my voice wavered slightly. I hated feeling like a liability, but Jake had ins
The wind outside howled like a wounded beast, rattling against the windows of our bedroom. I sat curled up on the bed, staring at the flickering candlelight, lost in the void of my thoughts. It had been days—weeks, maybe—since I had truly allowed myself to feel anything but pain.Grief was a strange thing. Some days, it felt like drowning in deep, dark waters with no way to surface. Other days, it was a dull ache, like an old wound that never quite healed. The nights were the worst, though. That was when the silence grew unbearable, when I swore I could still feel my child’s presence, even though he was gone.Jake had been distant, too. Not in the way that meant he didn’t care—no, his love was still there, burning just as fiercely. But he was grieving in his own way, carrying the weight of our loss on his shoulders, his guilt, and pain suffocating him.Tonight, I couldn’t take it anymore.I slipped out of bed, the floor cold beneath my bare feet. My body still felt weak, my magic stil
The world felt different. Colder. Emptier. Days had passed since I lost my baby, but it felt like time had frozen. The sun still rose, but it didn’t shine the same. The wind still blew, but it didn’t carry warmth. The pack moved around me as if life continued as usual, but I couldn’t feel it. Everything had dulled, stripped of color and meaning. But the worst part of it all—the thing that made it unbearable—was Jake. He was slipping away from me. At first, I thought it was just grief. He buried himself in work, focused on rebuilding the pack, strengthening its warriors, and tightening its defenses. I understood. I did the same in my own way, throwing myself into research, looking for answers, hoping—praying—that there was still something I could do. But it wasn’t just grief. It was something more. He was changing. The first time I noticed it was during training. I stood on the edge of the training field, watching him spar with his warriors. Normally, Jake was controlle
I woke up to silence. A deafening, suffocating silence. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles flickering on the nightstand. My body felt heavy, drained of all energy, like I had been hollowed out from the inside. A dull ache throbbed in my stomach, but nothing compared to the unbearable emptiness clawing at my soul. Then I remembered. The pain. The blood. The agonizing screams that had torn from my throat as I begged the universe to spare him. My child. My baby. My chest heaved, but no tears came. I had cried everything out. I was nothing but an empty shell now. A movement to my right caught my attention, and I turned my head slightly. Jake sat in the chair beside my bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together. His head was bowed, dark hair falling over his face, but even in the dim light, I could see the tension in his body. He was barely holding himself together. I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “Jake…” His head snapped
The morning was peaceful, deceptively so. The kind of quiet that made my heart uneasy. The pack had been rebuilding itself from the damage done in recent months, and today felt like a fresh start—or at least I tried to convince myself of that.I sat at the large wooden table in the packhouse, sipping tea while watching Fatima and Sophie bicker about who made the better breakfast. The scent of eggs, sausage, and pancakes filled the air, and for a moment, everything felt normal. Jake was out with his warriors, reinforcing our border patrols, while Althea and I planned another round of protective spells for the territory.“Are you going to eat that or just stare at it?” Fatima asked, nudging my plate with her fork.I blinked, realizing I’d been staring at my food for too long. My appetite had been all over the place lately—some days I couldn’t eat enough, and others, I could barely stomach anything.“I’m eating, I’m eating,” I mumbled, picking up my fork and forcing a bite of eggs into m
PRISCA’S POVI woke up with a sharp gasp, my lungs burning as if I had been holding my breath for too long. The room was still dark, and the only sound was the soft rustling of the wind outside. My body felt heavy, my limbs sluggish, and an eerie chill wrapped around me despite the warmth of the blankets. Something was wrong. I pushed myself up slowly, trying to shake off the discomfort. The feeling in the air wasn’t just cold—it was unnatural. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed darker than usual, stretching and pulsing as if they were alive. My heart pounded as I glanced toward the door, expecting something—anything—to be there. But the room was empty. Just a bad dream, I told myself. A side effect of everything weighing on me. But as I moved to stand, a voice whispered in my ear. *"You must listen."* I froze. My entire body tensed as cold dread seeped into my bones. Slowly, I turned my head toward the mirror in the corner of the room. My reflection should
I sat in my office, staring at the wall as the weight of everything threatened to crush me. My mate, my unborn child, my pack—everything was hanging by a thread, and I felt powerless. Prisca had finally told me the truth, and it shattered me in ways I couldn’t put into words. She was given an impossible choice. One where no matter what she decided, she would lose something—either our child or me. How the hell was I supposed to accept that? My fingers clenched into fists against my desk as a growl rumbled low in my chest. No. I wouldn’t accept it. Fate had already tried to take too much from me. I had lost warriors, friends, people who depended on me to lead them. But my family? That was where I drew the line. There had to be another way. I pushed back from my desk and stood, my muscles tense as I made my decision. I couldn’t sit here and wait for fate to take its course. I had to act. I walked out of my office and made my way down the dimly lit halls of the packhouse. Most o
The moment I stepped into our bedroom, I knew something was wrong. Prisca sat on the edge of the bed, her back to me, staring out the window. The moonlight cast a soft glow on her, making her seem almost ethereal, but the tension in her shoulders gave her away. She was deep in thought, troubled. Lately, she'd been distant. At first, I chalked it up to the pregnancy—mood swings, exhaustion, the usual things that came with carrying a child. But this was different. There was something *heavier* weighing on her, something she wasn’t telling me. I had given her space, thinking maybe she just needed time to process things on her own, but time had only made it worse. I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Prisca, what's going on?" She flinched. *Flinched.* I immediately withdrew my hand, my stomach twisting. My mate had never reacted to me like that before. She turned to face me, her expression unreadable. “Nothing, Jake. I’m just t
I spent the entire morning with Althea, flipping through ancient grimoires, searching desperately for a spell that could summon Esther. My hands trembled as I traced the inked symbols in an old book, my mind racing with the possibilities of what we might discover. We had been through this before, and every attempt had failed. But this time, it felt different. This time, we needed answers. The room was dimly lit, the scent of burning sage and lavender thick in the air. The candles flickered unnaturally, as if something unseen was already lurking, waiting for us to call upon it. I swallowed hard and looked at my sister. “Are you sure about this?” Althea asked, her voice steady but filled with caution. “Summoning a spirit isn’t like calling on just any entity. Esther is powerful, and she’s—” “Unpredictable?” I finished for her. Althea nodded. “To say the least.” I clenched my fists, my determination outweighing my fear. “I don’t have a choice, Althea. I need to know how to save
I woke up feeling… strange. It wasn’t the usual exhaustion from pregnancy or the occasional morning sickness. This was different. It was as if something unseen crackled in the air around me, a tingling sensation running up and down my spine. My dreams had been odd, but that wasn’t new—I had been plagued with visions ever since we returned to the pack. Shaking off the unease, I sat up and stretched. The room was quiet, sunlight filtering in through the curtains, but something felt off. I glanced around, half expecting something to be lurking in the shadows. Nothing. Just my mind playing tricks on me. "Okay, Prisca. Breathe," I muttered to myself before sliding out of bed. As I padded to the bathroom, the floorboards creaked louder than usual. The second I stepped onto the tile, the faucet turned on by itself, water gushing out forcefully as if someone had yanked it open. I froze. My pulse quickened. I hadn't touched it. Swallowing hard, I reached for the knob and twisted it