The moon hung high in the sky, its pale light washing over the land like a shroud of ghostly white. It was quiet, eerily so, and all I could hear was the sound of my breathing as I moved through the woods. My feet hit the ground softly, each step deliberate, each breath shaky and strained. I wasn’t sure what I was running from anymore—was it the pack? Nicolai? Or was it something much worse: the truth? The night felt like it was closing in on me, the shadows pressing in from all sides, and my mind kept replaying everything that had happened—the stranger’s warning, his words heavy in my ears, his eyes haunting me. You have the power to decide what happens next. But did I? Could I really control my own destiny when everything I had known was falling apart? When Nicolai had made it clear that my very existence, my bond to him, was a curse in his eyes? When the pack had made me feel smaller than the dirt beneath their feet? I stopped to catch my breath, my pulse racing as I leaned agai
The city smelled different—no trees, no earth, just concrete, iron, and the faint scent of food wafting from the street vendors. It was both overwhelming and oddly comforting. I could walk these crowded streets without the constant pressure of eyes on me, without the weight of my past dragging me down. But the silence in my mind wasn’t the peaceful kind; it was a haunting silence, filled with echoes of a life I couldn’t seem to escape. My first few days in the human city passed in a blur of faces and strange noises. I tried to keep my head down, moving through the busy streets as if I were just like everyone else. But every time I looked into someone’s eyes, I couldn’t help but feel like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. The world of the Lycans, the pack, Nicolai—it was all still so fresh in my mind. Even in this place, this city of strangers, I couldn’t shake the memories of what I’d left behind. I had found a small, rundown apartment not far from the center of
The days in the human town had started to blur together in a rhythm of normalcy I hadn’t expected. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was able to breathe without the constant weight of the pack's judgment pressing down on me. No one here knew who I was. They didn’t know my past, my failures, or the pain that I carried. I was just another face in the crowd, a young woman trying to make a living and survive in a place that wasn’t bound by the rules of my pack. My routine had become comfortable—almost too comfortable. I woke up early, worked at the small café, and spent my evenings tending to the little apartment I’d rented. I hadn’t expected it to be easy to slip into this life, but somehow, it had become second nature. The simplicity of it all soothed something inside me. I no longer had to pretend to be something I wasn’t. No longer had to fight to be seen, or worse, to be invisible. Here, I could simply exist. But on that day, as I walked through the bustling streets o
The day had started just like any other. I was back at the diner, slipping into the familiar rhythm of my routine. The clink of plates, the murmur of conversation, the sizzling of food on the grill. It was comforting in a way. The town was still small enough that I could disappear into the background, becoming just another face in the crowd. No one here knew my past, and that was exactly how I liked it. But today, something felt off. I was standing by the counter, wiping down glasses, when I felt it again. The same pull, the same impossible sensation that had stopped me in my tracks the day before. My heart skipped a beat, and my senses sharpened, straining to detect the source of the feeling. I paused, setting the glass down with a slight tremor in my hand. My eyes scanned the diner, searching for any sign of the man I had seen the previous day. The man who had felt... important, even though I couldn’t make sense of it. But as I looked around, I saw nothing. No one was staring at
The quiet of the room settled around us like a thick, comforting blanket. My mind was reeling, yet somehow, a strange calm settled over me as I glanced between Grey and Blue. Everything that had happened seemed so surreal—finding mates, discovering that they were the Twin Princes of Lycans, and now, this… a marking. It felt like I was walking through a dream I hadn’t dared to imagine for myself. Grey must have noticed the lingering doubt in my expression because he gave me a reassuring smile. “You still look like you have questions, Amelia,” he said softly, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. The gentle touch sent a shiver down my spine, grounding me, yet stirring a warmth I hadn’t felt in so long. “I do,” I admitted, trying to keep my voice steady. “I… I don’t understand how this is even possible. I mean, for a werewolf to have Lycan mates… It’s rare, isn’t it? Or… is it even allowed?” Blue exchanged a glance with Grey before he answered. “Yes, it’s rare,
The evening air was thick with anticipation, and as I looked out at the city lights from the twin’s apartment, I could feel my world expanding with each new piece of information they shared. Grey and Blue had given me glimpses into a reality that I hadn’t even known existed—a world ruled by their family, the Lycan royals, who held sway over every werewolf pack, including my own. This revelation left me speechless. “So… you’re saying that even my old pack answers to your family?” I asked, trying to process the idea. Grey nodded, his gaze serious. “Yes. All werewolves answer to the Lycan royals, Amelia. While packs have their own hierarchy, they ultimately answer to us. That’s why we’re here. We may seem like we’re just… on vacation, but we’re never truly disconnected from our responsibilities.” I stared at them, struggling to grasp the magnitude of their world. The idea of such power and autonomy was staggering. “And Lycans don’t have packs?” I asked. “I always thought... well, I th
Returning to Wood Mist Pack was surreal, like stepping into an old dream—or maybe a nightmare. The pack’s territory came into view, stretching out beneath a canopy of trees that held so many memories. I had expected some sense of closure, or maybe just a rush of nervous energy. But with Grey and Blue beside me, it was as if everything around us was holding its breath. As we crossed into familiar territory, heads turned. My old packmates—people I’d grown up with, worked alongside, laughed with—were staring, their faces a mix of shock, confusion, and something else that almost looked like… respect? It was strange, unsettling. I could hear the hushed whispers as we passed, each voice trying to piece together why I’d returned, and especially why I was flanked by the Lycan princes. “Is that… Amelia? But she left months ago. Didn’t they say she was rogue?” “Why is she here? And with them?” “She looks… different, doesn’t she?” The last comment made me glance down, wondering if there was
Sitting on the familiar bed in my old room, I took a deep breath, trying to let the comforting memories settle over me. It was strange being back here. So much had changed, but the room still had all the little details I remembered—the faint scent of pine drifting through the window, the scratches on the wood floor, the worn quilt my mother had made years ago. I ran my fingers along its faded edges, feeling the small sense of belonging I thought I’d lost when I’d left the pack. The twins had escorted me to the cabin and helped me settle in, but duty had called them away. Grey had gently held my hand, his cool touch a grounding comfort, while Blue had squeezed my shoulder with a reassuring smile, promising they’d be back soon. I watched them disappear into the woods, feeling the strange pull in my heart already missing them. I could feel their presence even from afar, a soft warmth inside me, steady and anchoring. With them gone, I had time to sit with my thoughts and take in my surr
It was still early when I slipped out of the small wooden cabin I’d been staying in, the first blush of dawn just starting to creep over the tops of the trees. The air was crisp, with that lingering coolness that always comes before the morning fully wakes, and it filled my lungs like a jolt of pure energy. The Red Moon Pack was still quiet, the peaceful lull of a world not yet stirring, and for once, I felt almost… normal. Like maybe this could have been my life all along.The path led me through a dense part of the forest where the canopy of trees hung thick, creating a tunnel of green. I followed it to the clearing where Elder Alara, one of my birth mother’s closest friends, was waiting for me. She was a slender, ethereal figure, with eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the forest and a voice that was as gentle as it was commanding. She was one of the few who knew about my lineage, about the powers that might be lying dormant inside me, waiting to be awakened.When she saw me a
The camp was quiet that evening, the sky draped in a soft twilight. I had finally washed off the day’s sweat and dirt, feeling a rare moment of calm as I sat by the small fire I’d built just outside my tent. The flames flickered, casting a warm glow, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I allowed myself to relax. But just as I settled into the silence, I heard footsteps approaching. I turned to see Sheila, her face framed by the dim firelight.Sheila had an energy about her—sharp, lively, and a bit intimidating. She was one of the best fighters in the Red Moon Pack, with a reputation for her agility and precise strikes. She’d been with the rogues for years, and she was practically a legend among them. I admired her, but we’d rarely spoken one-on-one.“Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice casual but her eyes studying me closely.“Not at all,” I replied, surprised by the faint hint of warmth in my own voice. I gestured to the log beside me, and she took a seat, stretching
I never thought I’d be standing here, with these people who call themselves my pack. "The Red Moon Pack" — they were all rogues, outcasts, or descendants of those who had once served my family. It still felt strange hearing them call me “Queen,” but every time they did, I felt a pang of pride and a weight of responsibility. It was surreal and yet felt like the beginning of something inevitable, something that had been set in motion long before I’d even known who I was.Standing in the center of the clearing, I inhaled deeply, letting the earthy scent of pine and wet leaves ground me. My muscles ached, but it was a satisfying ache, one that meant I was growing stronger. Each day, I pushed myself, throwing myself into training with a single-minded focus I’d never known I was capable of. This wasn’t just about survival anymore; it was about reclaiming what was mine, avenging those I’d lost, and protecting the ones I still had.The soft crunch of footsteps pulled me out of my thoughts, an
The Lycan Kingdom had once been the pinnacle of peace and prosperity. Under the wise and generous rule of King Artemis and his beloved Queen, Luna Genea, the kingdom thrived. The Red Lycan bloodline was revered as a symbol of strength and nobility, its rulers known for their compassion and loyalty to their people. With each moonlit festival and harvest season, the Lycan people gathered to celebrate their king and queen, secure in the belief that their reign would endure for generations.But beneath the surface, hidden in the shadows, seeds of envy and ambition were beginning to take root.At the heart of this dark ambition was Darwin, the king’s trusted Beta and the queen’s own brother. As a young Lycan, Darwin had pledged his loyalty to his family and had been a close companion to King Artemis, standing by his side in countless battles and council meetings. But over the years, Darwin’s admiration of his brother-in-law shifted into something more corrosive. Despite his outward devotio
The small village nestled in the jungle was nothing like the towering palace halls or the sprawling gardens I’d grown up in. Here, everything was simple, raw, and somehow more alive. There were only five houses, all made of rough wood, arranged in a circle around a fire pit. The jungle was dense around us, the air thick with the smell of pine and damp earth, and the distant chirping of birds was the only sound that broke the quiet.As I walked through the village, children peeked out shyly from behind their parents, their eyes wide with curiosity. There were only eight of them, and they clung to one another, some clutching their mothers' skirts. Most of the adults nodded as I passed, eyes warm and filled with something I hadn’t seen in a long time—respect.They all called me “Queen,” and each time, a flutter of disbelief and something like pride stirred within me. A title I’d only ever been scorned for was now spoken here with reverence, as if it was something I deserved.When lunch c
The dream was too perfect, a cruel comfort, offering me a glimpse of everything I’d lost. I was with my family. Mira was there, her laughter bright and clear as she teased Levi. Bea’s familiar smile warmed me like sunlight, and we sat together, the four of us, as if nothing terrible had ever happened.But as quickly as the comfort appeared, it shattered. Astrid emerged from the shadows, her eyes cold and full of malice, and she killed them—one by one, while I was helpless to stop her. I screamed, desperate and terrified, but my voice seemed trapped within my own throat.With a gasp, I woke, my body drenched in cold sweat, my heart pounding wildly. I was back in reality, and the weight of it crushed me all over again. “It was just a dream,” I whispered, but somehow, it still hurt.Wiping the tears from my face, I took a shaky breath. Just then, a quiet voice broke through the silence. “Amelia?”I froze, the voice almost too familiar, too comforting. My gaze snapped to the side, and my
I sat on the cold floor of my cell, staring at the wall as if somehow it could bring me comfort. I had long lost any hope of rescue. My time was running out, and though my body was heavy with exhaustion, my heart oddly felt light. The end would be peace. I would see Levi, Bea, and my family again. I would finally be free from the pain that had clung to me since their deaths.The guards would be here soon. They would lead me to the gallows, and I would be another piece of the kingdom’s history, a name to be whispered with caution, a warning of the danger that a red lycan could bring. I straightened my back, reminding myself that I would walk to my death with dignity. They wouldn’t see me tremble or break. This was my last defiance.A loud clanging interrupted my thoughts, and I looked up to see a tray being slid through the iron bars. On it were silver goblets of wine, a loaf of freshly baked bread, slices of cheese, and a hunk of roasted meat—the last meal. How considerate of them.Fo
I opened my eyes to darkness. A darkness so deep it felt like it was swallowing me whole. The damp, icy stone walls pressed in on me, as if they, too, condemned me to this small cell, tucked away in the farthest corner of the palace dungeons. Days had passed—I’d lost count—and I’d seen no one. Not Grey, not Blue, not even Lea. I was alone, a prisoner in every sense, with nothing but the suffocating weight of grief and the relentless bite of the silver chain around my ankle, searing into my skin.Yet the physical pain was nothing. The raw, gaping wound in my heart made everything else fade to numbness. Levi and Bea were gone, ripped from my life. My family, the only ones who truly knew me… gone. I kept replaying that moment when I found them, the blood, the horror. And then Astrid’s mocking smile flashed through my mind, her words echoing like a curse.“You will regret this,” she had said. “You’ll lose everyone.”Every instinct, every shred of me knew she was behind it. I could feel it
The palace hallways were silent as I stalked through them, my wedding gown trailing behind me, smeared with blood and dirt. I could hear the distant sounds of my mates, Grey and Blue, calling my name, but I ignored them. My world had narrowed to a single point, a single purpose: find Astrid and make her pay.Each step echoed in the vast, empty corridors as I searched, my heart thudding with the weight of grief and rage. Levi… Bea… the two people who had been with me through everything, my family, were gone. Murdered. The pain of it was more than I could bear, yet it fueled me, sharpened my senses, driving me to find the one person I knew was responsible. Astrid. I felt it in my bones, in the deep, unshakable certainty that only grief could bring. She had done this, or she knew who had. And I would make her tell me everything.“You’re Highness, please!” Lea’s voice called from behind me, desperate and pleading. I felt her small hand wrap around my wrist, trying to pull me back. “Don’t…