SelenaAs my pregnancy progressed, a quiet unease began to settle over the pack. Silas, ever the vigilant Alpha, grew even more protective. Patrols were doubled, warriors trained relentlessly.Silas and I knew the threat we faced came from the vampires. Virgil’s mate, whom I had killed, had ignited the tension between us. Clever and calculating, the vampires used rogues to launch relentless attacks on our pack.“No one will harm you or our child,” Silas assured me one evening, his warm, steady hand holding mine. His hazel eyes gleamed with fierce determination, but behind them, I caught a glimpse of the worry he tried so hard to conceal.I nodded, trusting him, but the sense of foreboding gnawing at my heart was impossible to ignore.The night before, everything fell apart, our space was eerily quiet. Too quiet. I stared out of the bedroom window, watching the low-hanging moon cast haunting shadows over the trees. Silas had left earlier to oversee the night patrol, promising to return
Virgil PoV.I sat on my throne, my left hand resting against the cold armrest while my toes tapped an irregular rhythm on the black marble floor. I had waited far too long, expending every ounce of patience for each step of my meticulously crafted plan for revenge, a vengeance rooted deep within me.Now, my anger consumed what little control I had left. The thought of Selena’s offspring has echoed in my mind since Valeria's death. She was the target of my wrath, a tool to be destroyed to lure her mother into my grasp for the crime of taking Valeria from me.The Treaty of the Three Nations meant nothing to me anymore. It was dead in my eyes, and the blood oath we had once sworn no longer held sway over me.I had dispatched two of my best Death Sanguines to capture her. I wanted to see the expression on the faces of the Melucci twins, prominent and powerful Alphas of their kind after Alpha King Silas; when I obliterated their mate before their eyes. One move to achieve three objectives.
Godiva PoV.My hands stretched out tensely, maintaining the stability of the shield I’d created around the cottage. Pollux stood a step ahead of me, his body just as taut as mine. I caught the sound of him clicking his tongue, and when I glanced at him, his face bore the expression of a predator sizing up its prey.Would tonight be the battle we’ve been waiting for?“Alpha Pollux, I’m not sure if I can fight while keeping this shield intact,” I admitted, my voice shaking.“Do you remember what I taught you, Luna Godiva?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at me.“Conviction leads to victory.”“I’m glad you remember. Never, even for a second, think we’re going to lose.”His words lit a fire within me. I have to admit, Pollux had a way of igniting a spark inside me. Maybe that’s why we complemented each other so well.“What about your brother, Alpha? He’s still not fully recovered,” I pointed out.“You’d be mistaken to think he can’t fight. Castor’s even more terrifying than I am.”A s
The tension in the room grew heavier as Pollux’s trembling hand gently yet firmly rested on my shoulder. His yellow eyes glimmered as I looked into them, full of emotions he might have been holding back.For a moment, his vulnerability broke through the strong exterior he had always maintained. The strength I had always associated with him seemed to waver, and the way he looked at me, like he was memorizing every detail, sent a chill down my spine.“Luna Godiva,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “Do you believe in destiny?”My breath caught in my throat. I hated conversations that revolved around inevitable tragedy. My fingers instinctively gripped his arm, desperate to anchor him here, to stop him from slipping into the abyss his words hinted at.“Stop it,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Stop talking like this, Alpha Pollux Fabrizio Melucci. Whatever it is, we’ll face it. Together. We’re strong enough.”He gave me a faint smile, one that wasn’t meant to reassure me but to co
Godiva PoV.“Mother, I seek your protection for my children.”After ensuring that Castor and Pollux were still holding their ground in battle, I returned to the cottage. I offered a prayer to my mother, the Moon Goddess, asking for the safety of my children, our pack, and all the werewolves. The weight of the world pressed heavily on my shoulders as I stood at the threshold of the room, watching the twins peacefully sleeping. My heart clenched, knowing that we would soon be separated.They awoke with weary faces. Care and Mia rubbed their eyes, their identical expressions reflecting confusion. I had made a decision. I hoped would guarantee their safety, even if it meant a temporary parting.“Listen to me,” I began, keeping my voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside me. “Beta Alvise and the elite Moonstone warriors will take you to a safe place. You have to trust them.”Mia’s lips trembled as she clutched her stuffed bear tightly, while Care, always the brave one, puff
Castor PoV."Alpha Castor, dawn is approaching."Godiva's voice brought my steps to a halt. When I turned around, nearly two-thirds of the warriors from Moonstone and Blackmoon were gravely injured. Their wounds were healing far too slowly due to exhaustion.I considered Godiva's words. The approaching dawn would force the vampires to retreat. Despite the severe injuries among our warriors, I saw the bodies of fallen vampires strewn across the battlefield, staining the white sand with crimson.But my fleeting confidence shattered when I noticed one vampire corpse not far from me stirring. Its broken neck straightened as it rose to its feet. I froze momentarily, but I refused to let fear consume me. Growling deeply, I lunged at the creature, sinking my fangs into its neck.Its strangled cries fueled my disgust for vampires, and I unleashed every ounce of hatred upon it. With a savage twist, I severed its head and grabbed its heart, smashing it against the rocks.[Cas, Kruglov is callin
Pollux PoV.The next morning, I gathered a small group around the fire, my mind filled with the knowledge I carried. My mother had once told me about ancient legends while I was searching for Godiva’s whereabouts. Back then, I thought it was just folklore among werewolves, but the pieces began to fall into place as we faced this current situation.“There is a legend I once delved into,” I began, recalling the words of a scientist from the alliance. The legend speaks of a dark spell, magic cast by witches who betrayed their own kind. The spell requires the blood of the Lunas. If the Sanguine Shadows are truly behind the recent surge in vampire activity, then we’ve unraveled part of the tangled web.”Godiva’s eyes narrowed. “What does this spell do?”“If completed,” I explained, “the spell will plunge all living creatures under its influence into eternal darkness. In this case, it would empower vampires while weakening werewolves. The only way to find answers is to follow Aldric’s sugge
Godiva POV“Who are you?”With one hand resting on the stone floor, I crouched, keeping my head raised to focus on the silver flame in front of me. Through the faint light, I discerned a solid figure within the flame, a faint outline I could penetrate with my vision.“Mother.”Gradually, the silver flame dimmed, revealing the figure of a woman with long silver hair that matched my own. I immediately bowed deeply, awaiting her response. The sound of movement came from behind me, followed by Pollux, who also bowed beside me.“Vigilance is vital for wolves. That’s why I endowed you with senses a hundred times sharper than those of any other shapeshifters in this world.”“Greetings, Moon Goddess. Forgive me, Mother. It won’t happen again.”“Hello, Mom, Mother-in-law, Selene.” Pollux glanced at me but maintained his bowed posture. “How should I address her, Luna Godiva?”I was equally perplexed and merely shook my head. This was their first meeting, and I had no guidance for Pollux on how
“This is my destiny.” For a few minutes, we sat in silence. My mind wandered to the battlefield between werewolves and vampires. All the howling, the breaking of bones, and the tearing of claws spun like a fantasy movie I had once seen, where the vampires ultimately lost.Could that ever happen? Even though it was my wish now, sacrificing my own life made my heart sink. Questioning my destiny, my mother felt immature. I wanted to prove myself worthy of being her daughter. Pollux turned to face me, his hand reaching out as if to touch me, but he stopped, keeping the distance between us. “I know what you’re thinking, sweet pea. But it might not be you. We don’t know the full story yet, do we? Look at the carvings; the images are fading.” I also noticed the carving of the silver wolf was incomplete. All I could see was a speck of bright red, like a flame. I rubbed it with my finger, but it revealed nothing. My thoughts remained clouded, the carving only intensifying my unease. Final
Godiva POV“Who are you?”With one hand resting on the stone floor, I crouched, keeping my head raised to focus on the silver flame in front of me. Through the faint light, I discerned a solid figure within the flame, a faint outline I could penetrate with my vision.“Mother.”Gradually, the silver flame dimmed, revealing the figure of a woman with long silver hair that matched my own. I immediately bowed deeply, awaiting her response. The sound of movement came from behind me, followed by Pollux, who also bowed beside me.“Vigilance is vital for wolves. That’s why I endowed you with senses a hundred times sharper than those of any other shapeshifters in this world.”“Greetings, Moon Goddess. Forgive me, Mother. It won’t happen again.”“Hello, Mom, Mother-in-law, Selene.” Pollux glanced at me but maintained his bowed posture. “How should I address her, Luna Godiva?”I was equally perplexed and merely shook my head. This was their first meeting, and I had no guidance for Pollux on how
Pollux PoV.The next morning, I gathered a small group around the fire, my mind filled with the knowledge I carried. My mother had once told me about ancient legends while I was searching for Godiva’s whereabouts. Back then, I thought it was just folklore among werewolves, but the pieces began to fall into place as we faced this current situation.“There is a legend I once delved into,” I began, recalling the words of a scientist from the alliance. The legend speaks of a dark spell, magic cast by witches who betrayed their own kind. The spell requires the blood of the Lunas. If the Sanguine Shadows are truly behind the recent surge in vampire activity, then we’ve unraveled part of the tangled web.”Godiva’s eyes narrowed. “What does this spell do?”“If completed,” I explained, “the spell will plunge all living creatures under its influence into eternal darkness. In this case, it would empower vampires while weakening werewolves. The only way to find answers is to follow Aldric’s sugge
Castor PoV."Alpha Castor, dawn is approaching."Godiva's voice brought my steps to a halt. When I turned around, nearly two-thirds of the warriors from Moonstone and Blackmoon were gravely injured. Their wounds were healing far too slowly due to exhaustion.I considered Godiva's words. The approaching dawn would force the vampires to retreat. Despite the severe injuries among our warriors, I saw the bodies of fallen vampires strewn across the battlefield, staining the white sand with crimson.But my fleeting confidence shattered when I noticed one vampire corpse not far from me stirring. Its broken neck straightened as it rose to its feet. I froze momentarily, but I refused to let fear consume me. Growling deeply, I lunged at the creature, sinking my fangs into its neck.Its strangled cries fueled my disgust for vampires, and I unleashed every ounce of hatred upon it. With a savage twist, I severed its head and grabbed its heart, smashing it against the rocks.[Cas, Kruglov is callin
Godiva PoV.“Mother, I seek your protection for my children.”After ensuring that Castor and Pollux were still holding their ground in battle, I returned to the cottage. I offered a prayer to my mother, the Moon Goddess, asking for the safety of my children, our pack, and all the werewolves. The weight of the world pressed heavily on my shoulders as I stood at the threshold of the room, watching the twins peacefully sleeping. My heart clenched, knowing that we would soon be separated.They awoke with weary faces. Care and Mia rubbed their eyes, their identical expressions reflecting confusion. I had made a decision. I hoped would guarantee their safety, even if it meant a temporary parting.“Listen to me,” I began, keeping my voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside me. “Beta Alvise and the elite Moonstone warriors will take you to a safe place. You have to trust them.”Mia’s lips trembled as she clutched her stuffed bear tightly, while Care, always the brave one, puff
The tension in the room grew heavier as Pollux’s trembling hand gently yet firmly rested on my shoulder. His yellow eyes glimmered as I looked into them, full of emotions he might have been holding back.For a moment, his vulnerability broke through the strong exterior he had always maintained. The strength I had always associated with him seemed to waver, and the way he looked at me, like he was memorizing every detail, sent a chill down my spine.“Luna Godiva,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “Do you believe in destiny?”My breath caught in my throat. I hated conversations that revolved around inevitable tragedy. My fingers instinctively gripped his arm, desperate to anchor him here, to stop him from slipping into the abyss his words hinted at.“Stop it,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Stop talking like this, Alpha Pollux Fabrizio Melucci. Whatever it is, we’ll face it. Together. We’re strong enough.”He gave me a faint smile, one that wasn’t meant to reassure me but to co
Godiva PoV.My hands stretched out tensely, maintaining the stability of the shield I’d created around the cottage. Pollux stood a step ahead of me, his body just as taut as mine. I caught the sound of him clicking his tongue, and when I glanced at him, his face bore the expression of a predator sizing up its prey.Would tonight be the battle we’ve been waiting for?“Alpha Pollux, I’m not sure if I can fight while keeping this shield intact,” I admitted, my voice shaking.“Do you remember what I taught you, Luna Godiva?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at me.“Conviction leads to victory.”“I’m glad you remember. Never, even for a second, think we’re going to lose.”His words lit a fire within me. I have to admit, Pollux had a way of igniting a spark inside me. Maybe that’s why we complemented each other so well.“What about your brother, Alpha? He’s still not fully recovered,” I pointed out.“You’d be mistaken to think he can’t fight. Castor’s even more terrifying than I am.”A s
Virgil PoV.I sat on my throne, my left hand resting against the cold armrest while my toes tapped an irregular rhythm on the black marble floor. I had waited far too long, expending every ounce of patience for each step of my meticulously crafted plan for revenge, a vengeance rooted deep within me.Now, my anger consumed what little control I had left. The thought of Selena’s offspring has echoed in my mind since Valeria's death. She was the target of my wrath, a tool to be destroyed to lure her mother into my grasp for the crime of taking Valeria from me.The Treaty of the Three Nations meant nothing to me anymore. It was dead in my eyes, and the blood oath we had once sworn no longer held sway over me.I had dispatched two of my best Death Sanguines to capture her. I wanted to see the expression on the faces of the Melucci twins, prominent and powerful Alphas of their kind after Alpha King Silas; when I obliterated their mate before their eyes. One move to achieve three objectives.
SelenaAs my pregnancy progressed, a quiet unease began to settle over the pack. Silas, ever the vigilant Alpha, grew even more protective. Patrols were doubled, warriors trained relentlessly.Silas and I knew the threat we faced came from the vampires. Virgil’s mate, whom I had killed, had ignited the tension between us. Clever and calculating, the vampires used rogues to launch relentless attacks on our pack.“No one will harm you or our child,” Silas assured me one evening, his warm, steady hand holding mine. His hazel eyes gleamed with fierce determination, but behind them, I caught a glimpse of the worry he tried so hard to conceal.I nodded, trusting him, but the sense of foreboding gnawing at my heart was impossible to ignore.The night before, everything fell apart, our space was eerily quiet. Too quiet. I stared out of the bedroom window, watching the low-hanging moon cast haunting shadows over the trees. Silas had left earlier to oversee the night patrol, promising to return