In her quest to keep surviving, Timbre, a lone wolf sneaks into an annual ball celebration to steal some food, when she bumped into the most feared and heartless Alpha to roam the earth, going through one of his panic episodes. Instead of freaking out like every other person, Timbre is amused and moves closer to him in an attempt to calm him down. Fortunately or unfortunately, she makes his panic episodes stop, but instead of a gratitude from this Alpha, she is captured and locked up in his territory. Would this be the beginning of her suffering or the start of a love story? What happens when Timbre finds out she is more than a mere lone wolf?
View MoreThe night was thick with tension, the air sharp with the scent of fear and uncertainty. Timbre stood at the edge of the clearing, the full moon casting an ethereal glow over the pack. Shadows danced among the trees, whispering ancient truths she had only begun to understand. Her fingers trembled as she traced the lines of energy that pulsed beneath her skin—an energy that now felt foreign, even to her. She had spent the last few days learning to harness the ancient power within her, with Alison guiding her every step of the way. But tonight, she faced the impossible truth. In order to save Xavier, in order to save herself, she would have to let go of the very thing that now made her whole.The pack gathered around her, their eyes full of suspicion, fear, and something else—hope. They knew Xavier was close to breaking, his episodes growing more violent with each passing day. The Alpha they once revered as an untouchable force of nature had been reduced to a shadow of himself, his mind t
The weight of the revelations still hung heavily on Timbre’s shoulders as she made her way back to the main hall, her mind spinning with the images she had seen in the vision. The rise and fall of the forgotten wolves played over and over again in her head, each scene more haunting than the last. The echo of their destruction, the devastation they had wrought upon the land, clung to her thoughts like a persistent shadow. She couldn’t help but wonder: would she follow the same path as her ancestors, consumed by the power that now thrummed through her veins? Or would she be able to control it, to wield it without falling prey to its destructive potential?As she entered the hall, she was greeted by Xavier, who stood at the far end of the room. His tall, imposing figure radiated authority, but there was a softness in his eyes when they landed on her. He had been waiting for her.“Timbre,” he said, his voice calm but laced with concern. “Alison told me what happened. You saw them, didn’t yo
The days that followed were a blur of intense training and preparation. Timbre could feel the weight of the power inside her growing stronger with each passing moment, as if the ancient energy was slowly waking up, stretching its limbs after centuries of sleep. But despite the growing intensity, she still had no idea how to control it.Alison had taken the lead in guiding her, bringing forth old texts and artifacts the pack had kept hidden for generations. The forgotten wolves were an enigma, even to the most learned among the council. Their legacy was shrouded in mystery, with only fragments of stories passed down through whispers and shadows. But what was clear was that they were beings of immense power, beings who had once stood at the top of the natural order before their fall.“The forgotten wolves weren’t just feared for their strength,” Alison explained one evening, her voice quiet but firm as they sat in a secluded part of the pack’s vast library. Scrolls and ancient manuscripts
By the time Timbre reached the grand hall, dusk had already settled over the pack’s territory, painting the sky in hues of deep purple and grey. The oppressive weight of her encounter in the forest clung to her like a second skin, and though her limbs felt leaden with exhaustion, she knew there was no time to rest. Her steps were purposeful as she crossed the clearing toward the hall, though her heart thundered with uncertainty.Inside, the council members had gathered, their faces etched with concern. The air was thick with tension, a palpable unease rippling through the room. Xavier sat at the head of the long wooden table, his golden eyes fixed on her the moment she entered. He looked stronger, more present than he had in days, but there was still a shadow behind his gaze—an echo of the darkness that had been consuming him. Alison stood beside him, her silver eyes studying Timbre with a mixture of worry and curiosity.Timbre hesitated only for a moment before stepping further into th
The morning sun filtered weakly through the dense canopy of trees as Timbre made her way toward the outskirts of the pack’s territory. After the intensity of the previous night, she needed space—space to breathe, space to think, and space to figure out what the power inside her was truly capable of. Her thoughts were a jumble of confusion and fear, swirling in a tempest that wouldn’t let up.She wasn’t just Timbre the lone wolf anymore. She was something tied to the forgotten wolves, beings who had once wielded untold power but had been erased from history. It was as though the very ground she walked on was shifting beneath her feet, and she didn’t know how to stop it.The forest was quiet this morning, unnervingly so. Normally, birds would sing in the trees, and the rustle of small creatures moving about would fill the air, but today, there was nothing. The silence unnerved her, and she found herself glancing over her shoulder more than once.She hadn’t gone far when she felt it—a prese
The quiet that followed their shared connection was unsettling, like the eerie calm after a storm. Timbre remained seated beside Xavier, her hand still in his. She could feel the bond between them, stronger now, more intense than before. It was a living, breathing thing, and yet she couldn’t fully understand it. The depth of it frightened her. This was no ordinary mate bond, and the power she had drawn from it had barely scratched the surface.Xavier looked at her, his golden eyes filled with a mixture of relief and wariness. He shifted on the bed, slowly sitting up as if testing his strength, and Timbre quickly moved to support him, her grip tightening around his hand.“I’m fine,” he muttered, though his voice was still raspy. “Whatever you did, it’s like you pulled me back from… something dark. I can feel it—I'm not completely free of it yet, but I can think clearly again.”Timbre swallowed hard, her pulse racing. “I don’t know what happened either,” she admitted, her voice soft. “I fe
Timbre stood at the edge of the cliff, her heart racing in time with the powerful winds whipping around her. The ancient energy coursing through her veins had been restless all day, urging her toward something unknown. Beneath her, the expanse of the forest stretched endlessly, the faint glow of Xavier's pack settlement just visible in the distance. She closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath. The air felt charged with magic, much like the energy within her, swirling, growing, and waiting to be harnessed.She had come to this cliff to find peace, to clear her mind, but instead, the pressure inside her only intensified. The bond she shared with Xavier was like a heavy weight, one that pulled at her, reminding her that she wasn’t alone anymore. The thought of him—strong, commanding, yet fragile in a way no one else saw—stirred something deep within her. He had changed since their first meeting, and so had she. But was she truly ready for the responsibility of the bond, and the power it
The forest felt alive as Timbre stood at the center of the clearing, the energy coursing through her veins unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was as if the earth beneath her feet pulsed in rhythm with her heart, and the air around her buzzed with an electric charge. Her senses heightened—every rustle of the leaves, every distant howl of the wolves, every whisper of the wind seemed magnified tenfold. The power within her was vast, untamed, but for the first time, it did not feel like something to fear. It felt like an extension of herself.Alison watched her carefully, her eyes narrowing as she studied the changes taking place. The power that Timbre was channeling was ancient, older than the pack, older than any of the wolves in their realm. And now it was awake, coiling and uncoiling like a serpent within her.“Good,” Alison murmured, breaking the silence. “You’re in control.”Timbre opened her eyes slowly, exhaling in relief. “It doesn’t feel as wild anymore,” she admitted, he
Timbre stood at the edge of the forest, the moonlight filtering through the tall trees and casting eerie shadows on the ground. Her chest heaved with labored breaths, her mind still buzzing with the intensity of the power that had surged through her earlier. It had been weeks since she had discovered that she was not merely a lone wolf but something far more ancient and powerful. The realization still unsettled her, and each day, the weight of what she had become pressed down harder on her shoulders.She glanced behind her, feeling the presence of the pack looming in the distance. Even though they were far enough away that she could not see them, she knew they were watching her, waiting. Xavier's pack had been on edge ever since the night she had been captured, and now, with Xavier himself on the brink of a mysterious ailment, the tension was palpable. Her connection to him was undeniable, something she could no longer deny or fight. He was part of her now, inextricably linked to the p
~Timbre~ “Watch where you’re going, woman!” The angry voice of a taxi driver slammed against my ears, jolting out of my thoughts and throwing me into reality. I was lost thinking about how to survive another day without food or shelter that I didn’t realize I was making my way across the road. “Sorry!” I yelled back, immediately running off the road. Getting to the other side of the street, I caught people staring at me and even covering their noses with their hands. It wasn’t a surprise, given that I was wearing a tattered black dress, my face and other exposed parts of my skin were covered with dirt. I couldn’t even remember the last time I washed myself. I had always roamed the streets of Hamburg, Germany this way for more than ten years. I lost my parents and elder brother at age seven, in a fatal accident on our way to a family picnic. I survived this accident and I hate that I did. I went to our pack and extended families after the incident, but they all chased me away, t...
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