Tristan burst into Cathryn’s house, collapsed on the first chair he laid his eyes on, panting with his mouth widely open. His shirt clung to him like plaster, soaked through with perspiration. His breaths came in gasps, forcing themselves out of his nostrils. His torn shirt was dusty as if he had been on a long disastrous journey. Cathryn, who had opened the door at his knocking, stared at him in bewilderment. She got him a bottle of cold water and watched silently as he gulped it down. After some minutes, Tristan calmed down and turned towards Cathryn with quizzical eyes.“Is it normal to change from one beast to a bigger one? I just did!” Tristan shouted, still shaken from the experience.“How do you mean?” Cathryn asked him for clarification.“I was fighting with somebody and already changed to a wolf. Then she pinned me down and wanted to arrest me as a rogue wolf, as I increased my strength to push her away from me, I suddenly changed into a bigger wolf, destructive even.” He pa
Shocked at Cthryn’s instruction that Tristan should not call her his mom, the twins exploded with questions.“What?” Tristan asked.“Why?” Rosalind asked at the same time.Cathryn sat down with her head bowed.The prophecy. Cathryn thought as her mind roved the past. There was a prophecy about a set of twins. The ancient words, spoken by a long-forgotten seer, echoed in her mind: "Twins of moonlight and shadow, born of blood and fire, shall save the pack from eternal night."Cathryn's eyes snapped back to her children, her heart racing with a mix of fear and wonder. Tristan and Rosalind, twins, born of her and Orion's love, could it be? Could they be the ones? Cathryn was originally from Bloodmoon pack, the daughter of the alpha and Orion’s mother was a daughter of fire, from Fireloop pack. They have blood and fire in their roots.The room began to spin, the air thickening with an otherworldly energy. Cathryn's voice barely rose above a whisper. "Oh, gods, it cannot be!” She suddenl
Laura sat in her dimly lit living room, surrounded by the shadows of her past. The weight of her confession crushed her, making it hard to breathe. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of regret, the waves crashing against her soul. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and forgotten dreams. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards. Laura's eyes felt heavy, weighed down by the tears she'd cried, her vision blurred by the haze of her sorrow.She thought about Tristan, her son, the boy she'd raised as her own. The memory of his smile, his laughter, and his tears pierced her heart like a knife. She remembered the first time she held him in her arms, the feeling of his tiny heartbeat against her chest, and the overwhelming love that had consumed her. But now, that love was tainted by guilt and shame. Laura's mind replayed the moment she'd confessed to Tristan, the look of shock and betrayal on his face, the sound of h
Athena spent the next few days in intense training, honing her skills and learning new ones. She practiced tracking, fighting, and survival techniques, pushing herself to her limits. She chose to become useful as a pack tracker; this might help her personal mission in the future. Jasper watched her with a keen eye, his expression unreadable. But Athena could sense a glimmer of approval in his gaze. Brody, on the other hand, made no effort to hide his disdain. He sneered at her, taunted her, and tried to break her spirit. But Athena refused to give up. She knew that she had to prove herself, not just to Jasper and Brody, but to herself.Finally, the day arrived when Jasper deemed her ready to track down the rogue again. Athena set out with a determined heart, her senses on high alert. She followed the trail, her feet pounding the earth, her heart beating fast in her chest. She was getting close, she could feel it. And then, suddenly, she saw him. The rogue. Tall, powerful, and dangerou
As Tristan left through the back door, Rosalind's eyes were wide with fear as she turned to her mother. "What if it's the Monitors, Mom? What if they've found us?"Cathryn's face was pale, but she cautiously approached the door. "Wait here," she whispered to Rosalind.Cathryn opened the door to reveal a tall, muscular man leaning against the doorframe, his face contorted in pain. He wore a silver pin on his jacket, the emblem of the Bloodmoon pack's alpha."Please...help me," he gasped, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Cathryn. "I'm Lucine, the alpha's new bodyguard. I was ambushed by...by something. I need your help."Cathryn's expression changed from fear to concern. "Rosalind, come quickly. We need to help him."Rosalind rushed to her mother's side, and together they supported Lucine into the house. Cathryn quickly assessed his wounds, her hands moving swiftly and surely."What happened?" Cathryn asked, her voice firm and commanding.Lucine winced in pain. "I was pat
Tristan's eyes widened as he took in Laura's frail appearance. Her skin was pale, her eyes sunken, and her hair disheveled. He could see the dark circles under her eyes, and her lips were dry and cracked."Mom, you look like you've been through a war," Tristan said, his voice laced with concern. "When was the last time you ate something? Or slept?"Laura tried to speak, but her voice was barely a whisper. Tristan quickly grabbed the glass of water from the bedside table and helped her take a sip."Try to sit up, Mom," Tristan said, gently propping up pillows behind her. "I'll make you some tea, or something. You need to get your strength back."Laura nodded weakly, her eyes welling up with tears. Tristan quickly wiped them away with a tissue, his touch gentle."Don't cry, Mom," Tristan said his voice soft. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. We'll get through this together, okay?"Laura nodded again, her breathing shallow. Tristan quickly got up and headed to the kitchen, his mind raci
Later that day, Tristan's eyes gazed into the mirror, his reflection staring back like a stranger. He saw the sharp jawline, the piercing yellow eyes, the skin now sensitive to the full moon's call. He felt the weight of his new body, the muscles rippling beneath his skin like a wild animal's."What have I become?" he whispered, his voice trembling.He thought of Cathryn and Rosalind, their faces etched in his mind like a haunting memory. They were like him, creatures of the night, monsters. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he remembered the transformation, the agony and ecstasy of his body contorting into a wolf's."I'm a monster," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "A beast, a creature without control or reason."Tristan's hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms like claws. He felt the primal urge to run, to hunt, to surrender to the wolf's instincts. But he fought it, his mind rebelling against the loss of humanity."I won't give in," he growled, his eye
At Ironclaw Dominion Pack, Athena stood before Jasper, her heart racing with anticipation. "I'm ready for the next mission," she said, her voice firm and confident.Jasper raised an eyebrow, his piercing gaze assessing her. "You're sure? This one's not going to be easy. We've received reports of a rival pack encroaching on our territory. They're led by a vicious alpha, and we need someone to gather intel and drive them back."Athena nodded, her senses on high alert. She could smell the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, the forest floor's familiar aroma. "I'm the best one for the job," she said, her voice steady.Jasper nodded, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Alright, Athena. You're in. Meet with Lucas and Alira to get the details. And be careful – we don't know what we're up against."Athena nodded, her heart racing with excitement. She made her way to the meeting point, her paws padding softly on the forest floor. Lucas and Alira were already there, their faces serious."Here'