I was startled awake by a loud, persistent hammering on the door. As the mist of sleep cleared and was replaced by fear, my heart pounded. Maia's eyes fluttered open as she stirred in the corner, her gentle snores breaking. This time the pounding was louder.
"Open up, Anna!" A deep voice let out a bark.
With my bare feet touching the cold floor, I clambered off the thin mattress. Maia gave me a worried look but remained silent. Two guards with stony faces loomed as I pulled the door open. “It’s time,” one said gruffly. My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. “Time for what?” Even though I knew the answer, I muttered. The other guard answered, "The Alpha has given you one last chance with the traitor." "Leo," I uttered, my voice wavering. They moved aside and gestured for me to come along. Maia took hold of my wrist. Despite the fear in her eyes, she said firmly, "I'll follow you." The guards looked at her doubtfully but remained silent. The cold morning air pricked my skin as we went outside. Dawn was just beginning to peek over the horizon, but the sky was still completely dark. The world was holding its breath for what was about to happen, and the village was quiet. Every crunch of gravel underfoot echoed in my ears as I walked the eerily silent path to the dungeons. I looked at the tall people on either side of me, their faces unreadable. Maia grounded me by maintaining a firm hold on my hand. The heavy iron door creaked open as we got there. The dungeon's musty, damp stench hit me like a wall, but I forced myself to move forward. Maia and the guards were left outside as the dungeon door slammed behind me. My feet dragged on the cold, uneven stone as I staggered forward. Slumping in the far corner, Leo's wrists were shackled in chains that glowed dimly in the low light. His face was calm but pale as he looked up at the sound of my footsteps. He said, "Anna," in a quiet voice that was both relieved and sad. "Leo," I muttered as I dropped to my knees next to him. My hands trembled as I took them in my own, reaching for his. The silver's coldness pricked my hands, but I didn't mind. I choked out, tears streaming down my face, "I'm so sorry." A sad smile curved his lips. "There's nothing to feel sorry for." I shook my head and said, "I'm to blame for this." "Stop," he interrupted in a firm tone. Despite the weight of what was ahead, his eyes remained steady as they met mine. "Anna, you are my daughter. Perhaps not by blood, but in all the important ways. Taking you in was the best decision I ever made.” I tightened my hold on his hands as a sob ripped from my throat. "Leo, they're going to murder you. And there is nothing I can do about it." His forehead rested against mine as he leaned forward. He said in a whisper, "Listen to me. Anna, you must make it through this. You have a destiny, a purpose. You underestimate who you are." “What are you talking about?” I asked, my grief mingled with confusion. His voice was full of emotion as he remarked, "I knew you were special when I found you. You’re the last bloodline of a powerful lineage. You have something extraordinary inside of you. And the world will need you one day. "Leo..." I looked into his eyes, trying to find answers, and my voice broke. "All I am is an omega. I am nothing." "You are everything," he declared in a determined tone. "You underestimate your strength. Don't allow anyone to persuade you otherwise, not even yourself." My vision was blurred by tears, and I shook my head. "Without you, I don't know how to be strong." He brushed a tear from my cheek with his thumb and said, "You'll find a way. Anna, make me a promise. Make me a promise that you will defend yourself. For the sake of justice." I muttered, "I swear," even though it felt like a betrayal. The moment was cut short by a guard's piercing voice. "Time is up." The guards intervened and dragged me back as Leo's hands left mine. His voice reverberated in my head as I was pulled toward the door, my heart breaking. "Have courage, Anna. You were born to survive this.”. With a firm but gentle grip, the guards dragged me away. As I stumbled, Maia grabbed me and put her arms around me. As we were led to the clearing where the gallows had been set up, the sun began to rise. A group of people had assembled, and I could hear their muffled roar. Maia and I were shoved forward, and my legs felt like lead. After Leo's chains were taken off, rough rope was used to bind his hands behind his back as they were led to the platform. Despite his haggard appearance, he stood tall and looked around the crowd before focusing on me. He mouthed, "I love you," and my heart broke. Oliver moved forward with a commanding presence. "Let everyone learn from this!" he exclaimed. "This pack will not tolerate traitors!" As the noose was placed around Leo's neck, the audience went quiet. My knees were on the verge of giving out as I breathed in sharp gasps. Maia's face went white as her arm grew tighter around me. Even as the executioner moved forward, Leo's eyes remained fixed. Every second seemed to drag into eternity as time seemed to slow down. The lever was then pulled. As Leo's body fell, I let out a choked scream, and the sound of the rope snapping reverberated throughout the clearing. The world whirled, and I was briefly out of breath. As my body ached from sobs, Maia held me while she quietly shed her own tears. Leo’s body hung motionless, his final act of defiance etched into his face. Something broke inside of me at that very moment. Hot and consuming, my grief transformed into rage. My nails dug into my palms as I clenched my fists. I muttered, trembling but determined, "I'll make them pay. I’ll make them all pay.”"Get up. You need to move."Maia's voice was gentle, but she held my shoulders tightly. I remained motionless. My mind was a dense fog, and my legs felt like lead. Every time I closed my eyelids, the picture of Leo's dead body dangling from the gallows blazed behind them. Sharp and oppressive, the weight of it pressed against my chest."Anna, we can't stay here," Maia uttered in a tremulous whisper. "They’re watching."I looked up and blinked. Murmurs and whispered conversations filled the air as the crowd dispersed. Oliver appeared, his arrogant face piercing the mist of my sorrow like a blade. As if the execution of an innocent man were just another ordinary occurrence, his Luna stood next to him, her face expressionless.With her voice falling to a plea, Maia pulled at my arm once more. "We need to go now."As I stood up, my legs swayed. Maia supported me by putting an arm around my waist. The world around me
"Who's there?" My voice cracked, but I couldn't keep the words from coming out.The forest was of me, a black abyss that appeared alive. A soft but chilling whisper slithered through the silence, the same one I'd heard before."Anna…"The sound caused my heart to stutter. My chest rose and fell in uneven bursts as I clutched the doorframe for stability. The whisper had come from the woods, far away but impossibly close, and now the glow, the faint, unearthly light, danced like a will-o'-the-wisp, drawing me into the darkness.I should have stayed indoors. I should have barred the door and ignored it, but my legs failed me. I took one step after another until the cold grass crunched beneath my bare feet."Anna…" The voice called again, softer this time, like a lover's murmur.I paused, looking back at the house. Its warm glow was dim, and the thought of Maia sleeping inside made me uneasy. Should I wake her? Should I drag her into the craziness?The light glowed again, catching my atte
Since the hanging, the pack's tension had increased. I barely noticed the murmured conversations as I passed. Leo's trial, Anna's accusing stare, and the constant reminder that I might have made a mistake, an unforgivable one were all replayed in my head nonstop. I stood on the ridge close to the edge of the the forest, looking at Anna's house dim light. I couldn't sleep, and guilt was like a restless beast, eating away at my thoughts. Leo's blood-stained hands, the boy's lifeless body, and the wild fear in Leo's eyes when I sounded the alarm were all details from that night that clawed their way back, clearer now. I sighed and ran a hand over my hair. "What if I was mistaken?" I was repeating the question to myself. The stronger smell of blood had nearly overpowered the rogue aroma close to the spot. Back then, I should have followed my gut, but duty—the urge to take action—had taken precedence over all other considerations. I was bei
"Anna!" When Maia's upbeat voice cut through the fog of fatigue covering my thoughts, my heart leaped. She shocked me, the cold handle cutting into my palm, and I realized how tightly I'd been holding the bucket of soapy water. I tried to hide the wave of feelings roiling inside of me by forcing a smile. "Hey," I said, keeping a steady tone. "How are you doing?" Maia tilted her head in question. Her green eyes, full of worry, looked over my face. "You've spent the entire day off." I lied and looked away, saying, "I'm fine. Just worn out." Tired was not even close to explaining it. Ever since Lucas had noticed the mark on my wrist, I had been nervous. The unsolved questions hung between us like a chain, and I could still feel his eyes cutting into me. As quickly as I could, I rolled my sleeve down, but the harm was already done. He saw it. And he was fully aware that I was different. As I scrubbed, the cold council hall's stone floor bit my knees. The smell of pine disinf
I pulled open my room's creaking door and entered the darkened room. Shadows flowed across the rough wooden walls as a lone candle flickered on the bedside table. I lean back against the door and close my eyes as I gently bang it shut behind me. I kept thinking about Anna's face, her reserved demeanor during the day nagging me. She was cleaning floors with her friend Maia, which is definitely not where I expected to see her. I wasn't ready to face the memories she brought up, but I couldn't afford to be distracted. Not right now. I walked across the room and sank onto the chair next to the crooked desk. There, silent and modest, lay the treasure. A sliver of polished obsidian, scarcely bigger than my palm, with unreadable runes engraved on it. Its surface glowed dimly, as though it were absorbing the surrounding light. This mission was not your typical one. Before I left my pack, I pondered the significance of the elders' words as I ran my fingertips over the shard. "The threa
“Get up already,” I muttered to myself, dragging a hand through my hair. My body felt as though it had been running all night, even though the sunrise hardly made it through the wooden slats of my window. A weird heaviness that I couldn't get rid of settled in my chest. The Nightshade Pack's morning activities were already under way by the time I made myself get dressed. Wolves trudged along the trails with resolute precision, their voices drowning out the sound of the woods outside. As sharp as the knife in my belt, my objective continued to loom in the back of my thoughts. It was unnecessary to remind me of the prophecy. When I got to the council hall, Oliver was already waiting with his arms folded and his sharp eyes following every move like a predator assessing its prey. Oliver snarled, "You're late," as soon as I entered the council hall. A number of heads turned to face me as his piercing voice broke through the hushed whispers of the assembled wolves. I ignored the shar
I needed a sanctuary more than ever tonight, and the deep woods provided just that. I felt as though every step I took farther into the forest separated me from the mayhem at the Nightshade Pack. My thoughts were muffled by the rhythm produced by the rustle of leaves overhead and the sporadic snap of a twig beneath my feet. With my shoulders bent as if to support the weight of my thoughts, I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets. The cool air bit my skin, and the ground was spooky with shadows from the crescent moon's dim glow. I saw a glimmer of movement ahead. When I recognized who it was, my stomach turned. Lucas. He was looking at something in the dirt while crouching close to the base of a tree. Abruptly, his head raised, and our distant gazes locked. My heart leaped into my throat as I froze. His dark features were still distinct, and his intense gaze was fixed on me. No. Not right now. I pivoted on my heel and strode rapidly in the other direction. "Anna!" he ex
I sat cross-legged in the moist forest clearing, already awake as the dim light of dawn crept through the trees. Even though my clothes were wet with dew and my body hurt from the uneven ground, it didn't matter. The dream consumed my thoughts. This wasn't all in my imagination, as evidenced by the dim light of the mark on my wrist. I had to decipher its meaning. I quickly remembered what Leo had said: "I've seen that sign before... in Oliver's room."I had no idea why he had never brought it up before to his passing, but now my curiosity was burning brightly. There has to be a link between Oliver and my ancestry if the mark was in his room. I had to know, whatever it was. My spine tingled at the idea of breaking into Oliver's lodgings. Only he and his Luna were allowed access to the alpha's private area. If caught there, one would face harsh punishment, if not worse. What other option did I have, though? Oliver's authority was starkly reminded by the packhouse, which loome
I snapped awake as the previous night's events suddenly came back to me. The recollection of the growls in the forest and the rush of adrenaline I had when Lucas and I stood together, prepared to face any challenge, made my heart hurt.The stress had been enough to keep us up most of the night, even if the attack never materialized. Lucas was sitting by the now-extinct fire with his back to the wall and his eyes closed when I turned to look at him. His brows were furrowed even while he slept, as if he was still struggling to release the weight that was on us.I pulled the tattered blanket across my shoulders and sat up quietly. Nightshade—Oliver, Maia, and all I had left behind—was on my mind.I was no longer able to run.The choice became like a big stone lodged in my chest. Retaliation was no longer the only factor. It was about liberation and confronting the monster that had ruled every aspect of my existence.I stood, and Lucas open
After hours of wandering around, we came across a cabin. With his hand hovering over the corroded handle, Lucas stopped at the door."It doesn't appear to be much," he remarked, turning to face me. "But compared to sleeping outside, it's better."I nodded, too tired to protest. Running had left my legs hurting, and the turmoil of the previous day had left my brain aching. If only for a few hours, I just wanted to pass out somewhere safe.We entered the room when Lucas creaked the door open. It was remarkably undamaged, but the air was musty and stagnant. There was a shabby couch in the middle of the room, its cushions sagging but still functional, and a little fireplace against one wall.As we shut the door behind us, Lucas muttered, "This will do." He went quickly to inspect the windows to make sure we weren't being followed. His movements were quick and precise.With everything finally weighing on me, I collapsed onto the couch. I pressed my trem
"Lucas!" I called.“I’m here,” he answered, his shirt torn and stained with blood. Relief came over me, but it was short-lived as I took in the exhaustion etched into his face.“What now?” I whispered, my throat tight.“We find Thalion,” he said firmly, though his eyes betrayed his doubt.We proceeded together through the devastation, stepping over fallen bodies and shattered weapons. The pack that had offered us sanctuary, strength, and answers was now in ruins.“There!” Lucas pointed ahead.I followed his gaze and saw Thalion slumped against a jagged boulder, his breathing heavy. His once-imposing form was now a shell of itself, his robes saturated with blood that pooled beneath him.“Thalion!” I cried, running to his side.His eyes flickered open at the sound of my voice. “Anna,” he rasped, his voice scarcely audible.“Don’t try
“They’re close,” Lucas whispered beside me, his voice tense with strain.I nodded, my eyes scouring the darkness. Thalion had stationed troops throughout the perimeter, their sharp eyes shining faintly in the moonlight. My fingers flexed, and I could feel the strange energy pouring through me, a force that was both foreign and familiar."Are you prepared for this?" Lucas touched my hand and asked.I looked up into his concerned eyes. "No," I said, "but that's irrelevant. We must battle them because they are here."A howl pierced the night before he could reply, sending a shiver down my spine. It was followed by another, and another, until the sound of wolves howling together filled the air.With a grim expression, Thalion walked forward and remarked, "They're signaling their attack. Go to your places, everyone!"The camp came alive with activity. Warriors sprang into defensive positions around the central area, moving quick
The first rays of morning seeped through the canopy, the woodland was strangely calm. The cool morning air caress my skin as I sat by myself on a rock next to the stream. My thoughts raced with uncertainties and anxieties, and sleep had become elusive. I was troubled by the scout's report of Crescent Grove's devastation, and the howl from the night before continued to reverberate in my mind like a gloomy echo.I had been awakened by something else, though—a sensation that was like a whisper calling my name from deep within my chest."Anna."The clearing seemed deserted, but I flinched and spun around. My chest was thumping in my ribcage. "Who is there?"Quiet.I ran a hand through my hair and let out a shaky gasp. Perhaps I was finally feeling the effects of the pressure. However, a wave of energy swept through the air as I turned back toward the stream, and I realized that I was not alone."Anna," the voice repeated, a little lower.
I stood outside the tent that Anna and I shared, looking for any movement in the tree line."I don't like this," I whispered to myself.From behind me, Anna's voice said, "Neither do I."She was standing there with her arms wrapped around herself to protect against the cold wind when I turned back. Her face was pale but determined, and her hair was a little unkempt. Neither of us had slept well, nor had she.I replied in a hushed voice, "Thalion mentioned that the scouts had seen strange wolves close to the northern border. It doesn't take a genius to figure out who it might be, but they didn't get a good look."Anna muttered, "Oliver," her face stiffening.I gave a nod. The timing couldn't be worse. He must have been informed of our whereabouts by someone.Anna narrowed her eyes and scowled. "Who would turn on us like that? For centuries, this pack has remained secluded. Even outsiders aren't trusted by them.""That's my conce
His words reverberated in my head. "Close your eyes, Anna," his commands uncompromising. "Take in the energy that surrounds you. Pull it in. Allow it to lead you."I let my eyes drift shut and exhaled slowly. It was like attempting to capture smoke with bare hands, yet the subtle hum of power beneath my skin was growing more familiar. It escaped my grasp, leaving me exhausted and frustrated."Anna!"The sound of Kael's voice caused my eyes to open. His face seemed extremely stern as he ran toward me. Lucas, his face a mask of worry, jogged to catch up behind him."What's happening?" I got to my feet and asked.Kael took a moment to respond. He lowered his voice after taking a quick look over his shoulder to be sure no one else was listening. "Just now, a scout came back. Both of you must hear this."I got a chill from the tightness in his voice. At that moment, Lucas came up to me and briefly touched me with his hand, offering a silent reassurance."Where is Thalion?" Lucas inquired i
"Once more."Thalion’s voice boomed through the clearing, harsh and uncompromising. My muscles screamed in protest as I braced myself for another strike. The wooden post in front of me was splintered and bloodstained from hours of abuse, but I wasn’t finished.With everything I had left, I rushed forward and smashed my fist against the post. My arm ached, but I chose to ignore it. Proving myself was the only thing that counted. Not to Thalion, not to them, but to Anna.From the sidelines, Kael murmured, "Sloppy," with his arms folded across his chest. "You're merely using brute force. No skill, no finesse."Thalion whispered firmly, "Kael," his eyes never leaving me. "Quiet. Let him do his job."Kael scoffed without further comment. I sensed that he was watching me and waiting for me to fail. He wanted me to lose my temper so he could accuse me of being weak. However, I would not provide him with the satisfaction.The wood cracked as I pounded my fist into the post once more.Thalion
"Pay attention, Anna." The sharpness of Thalion's voice sliced through the silence of the old woodland. With an intensity that made me writhe, his glittering eyes pierced me.I inhaled deeply, attempting to calm my pounding heart. Like a coiled spring, the energy in my chest was poised to explode. The air around me was charged with excitement as the other wolves observed, their faces displaying a range of reactions from interest to doubt."You have to keep it under control," Thalion said. "How do you expect to use your power in combat if you can't even channel it in its most basic form?"I felt the warmth of the mark on my arm pulse in sync with my heartbeat as I clenched my fists. "I'm trying," I responded, my voice laced with frustration."Merely trying is insufficient," Thalion yelled. "Feel it. Give it orders. It is yours; you are not its servant."Lucas crossed his arms and stood a few steps away. "She might have an easier time if you didn't give her orders like she was a soldier