The frigid night breeze bit at my skin as Rowan and I emerged from the crumbling chamber. My lungs ached, and my legs seemed heavy as lead, yet we continued to run. The ruins behind us grated and fell apart, sending echoes through the shadowy woods. Rowan pulled at my arm, his tone cutting. "Continue on, Daisy!" "I’m making an effort!" I gasped for breath, stumbling over a protruding root. His hand reached out swiftly, stopping me just before I fell. We halted for a brief moment, both gazing at the shining light far away. The fragments of the Eclipse Stone had reassembled, and the Alpha of Alphas was taking in its energy. His roar combined victory and fury, vibrating the earth below us. "We can't confront him in this way," Rowan whispered. “I understand,” I responded. “However, we also cannot abandon him.” “We require a strategy,” he stated, his tone tense with urgency. “Then let’s create one,” I said, standing up. The forest was disturbingly silent as we moved ahead. Each noi
The atmosphere in the camp felt strained, heavier than normal. Wolves averted their eyes, their whispers halting suddenly as I got closer. My stomach twisted as discomfort enveloped me like a thick mist. Something felt off. “Daisy, hold on!” Rowan shouted, running up to me. His typical carefree smile was absent. "You've experienced it as well, right?" I took a quick look at him. "The murmurs?" The gazes? Absolutely. "What is happening?" He paused, his jaw clenching. "They're claiming... they're claiming that someone within the pack is collaborating with the rogues." "That there's a double-crosser." I abruptly came to a halt. "What did you say?" My tone was sharper than I meant it to be, causing a few wolves nearby to flinch. “Lower your voice,” Rowan whispered, taking me aside. “We have no idea who might be eavesdropping.” I crossed my arms. "Who is facing accusations?" His quietness revealed it all to me. I stepped back, squinting my eyes. "You're the one, right?" Rowan jerke
The group surrounded the captured rogue like wolves surrounding their victim. Soft growls and quiet murmurs permeated the clearing while we gazed at the cloaked figure tied to the post. I situated myself at the edge of the assembly, my heart racing in my chest. The enigmatic apprehension from the night before had disturbed me, and now, as I watched them intently, I felt uncertain whether I should be comforted or scared. "Who are you?" My father’s voice pierced the confusion. His tone was strong, authoritative, the voice of a leader. "Why did you arrive at our border?" The rogue raised their head, causing the hood to fall away and expose a slender man with silver-flecked hair and intense green eyes. He grinned, a challenge in his demeanor that made my stomach churn. "I'm merely the messenger," he stated serenely, his voice unsettlingly smooth. "The person of importance is the head of the outlaws." She desires to talk with Daisy. A simultaneous intake of breath swept across the grou
Daisy POVI stood at a corner in the training arena, trying to fit as my pack trained. They moved like a well-oiled strong machine, fast, perfect. Especially her. My sister, Dahlia. She led them with an ease that made it seem like she was born to rule. Every punch, every block, every move was flawless. The pack admired her, worshiped her even.And then there was me. The forgotten one. Daisy, the Omega.I didn’t belong here, not really. I wasn’t built for this life of strength and glory. But I had to come, forced by duty to watch them train. I hated it. Their laughter cut through me like knives, their voices filled with joy and pride that I couldn’t share. Dahlia, the golden one, was always in the center, a shining light. Me? I was nothing. A shadow.“Daisy, why aren't you joining the training?"The sound of my father's voice made me wince. I could tell he was the one without even turning around. Every time he spoke to me, he had the same expression, as if he could not bear to see me.
It was hard to breathe because the air was so tight. I stood near the clearing's edge and observed the wolves arguing, whispering, and making uneasy glances at one another. Everyone felt that something had changed since last night.I really wasn't supposed to be here. Although I had nowhere else to go, Omegas are typically kept out of pack matters like this. I was still haunted by the strange silver wolf, the man. I kept recalling his words in my head"I've been waiting for you, Daisy," He said.What was that implying? Who was he? Why also me?Dahlia was standing with her usual crowd of admirers across the clearing, and I saw her calm and collected expression. She didn't seem bothered by the group's growing anxiety. No, she made the most of it. She was aware that the chaos might provide her with the chance to take charge that she had been waiting for.As he spoke to the wolves that had gathered, my father, Beta of the pack, stood next to the Alpha with a grim expression on his face. S
I stood frozen as the call sent chills down my spine. As I looked around the pitch-black forest, my breath came quickly and shallowly. Nobody was present, merely shadows and swaying trees in the wind.“Somethings must be coming for me”.I was still gripped by fear. Even though the silver wolf was real, the voice and the whisper of my name were too close and too eerie.I stepped back and looked over my shoulder. The sensation that I was being watched persisted. It was oppressive, like if something invisible was waiting in the dark. I had to return to the group.I turned, heading towards the clearing, but the moment I stepped out of the trees, I spotted her, Dahlia, standing alone near the training grounds. Her posture was rigid, her arms crossed as if she was lost in thought. There was something different about her. The usual smugness in her expression was gone, replaced by something I couldn’t quite explain.With fear, I made my way toward her. Dahlia?” I made a soft call.At first, s
My head was spinning. One moment, I was in the clearing, facing that strange man, his wolves, and Dahlia’s fierce stare. Then, darkness swallowed me entirely.I blinked, disoriented. I wasn’t even sure I was awake. Shadows are all around me, shifting, pulling at my senses. I could hear the faint sound of water dripping, and silence was heavy, as if I were deep underground.Where am I?The earth seemed almost like moss underfoot as I tentatively stepped forward. As I attempted to make sense of what was happening, My chest swelled. I didn't think I had previously been here..A howl echoed through the dark, sharp and close, sending a shiver down my spine. Then I saw wolves emerging with glowing eyes. Their fur shone under a light I couldn’t see. They surrounded me, watching and waiting.“What do you want?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.The largest wolf, with its sleek silver coat and deep, unsettling blue eyes, stepped forward and silently snarled with its teeth. As the other wol
Days after my encounter, was the Annual hunt, a tradition that made everyone more competitive, was finally here. Eyes shining with anticipation, the wolves lined up close to the forest's edge.It wasn't only the adventure of the chase that made me panic. I still had nightmares about the silver-eyed man, his wolves, and the feeling of having to make a decision soon. However, I was unable to think about any of that today. I had to focus on proving myself today.Daisy, hey! I was brought out of my thoughts by Rowan's voice. His eyes were sparkling, and he was smiling. Are you joining the search?In an effort to convey confidence, I nodded. Of course!Rowan looked skeptical as he raised an eyebrow. Okay, then. Take care not to fall behind. Before changing into his sleek dark brown wolf form, he let out a brief chuckle.I looked around and took a deep breath. Dahlia stood in front, next to Markus, the Alpha’s son and our father. Her honey-blonde fur sparkled in the early morning sun, givin
The group surrounded the captured rogue like wolves surrounding their victim. Soft growls and quiet murmurs permeated the clearing while we gazed at the cloaked figure tied to the post. I situated myself at the edge of the assembly, my heart racing in my chest. The enigmatic apprehension from the night before had disturbed me, and now, as I watched them intently, I felt uncertain whether I should be comforted or scared. "Who are you?" My father’s voice pierced the confusion. His tone was strong, authoritative, the voice of a leader. "Why did you arrive at our border?" The rogue raised their head, causing the hood to fall away and expose a slender man with silver-flecked hair and intense green eyes. He grinned, a challenge in his demeanor that made my stomach churn. "I'm merely the messenger," he stated serenely, his voice unsettlingly smooth. "The person of importance is the head of the outlaws." She desires to talk with Daisy. A simultaneous intake of breath swept across the grou
The atmosphere in the camp felt strained, heavier than normal. Wolves averted their eyes, their whispers halting suddenly as I got closer. My stomach twisted as discomfort enveloped me like a thick mist. Something felt off. “Daisy, hold on!” Rowan shouted, running up to me. His typical carefree smile was absent. "You've experienced it as well, right?" I took a quick look at him. "The murmurs?" The gazes? Absolutely. "What is happening?" He paused, his jaw clenching. "They're claiming... they're claiming that someone within the pack is collaborating with the rogues." "That there's a double-crosser." I abruptly came to a halt. "What did you say?" My tone was sharper than I meant it to be, causing a few wolves nearby to flinch. “Lower your voice,” Rowan whispered, taking me aside. “We have no idea who might be eavesdropping.” I crossed my arms. "Who is facing accusations?" His quietness revealed it all to me. I stepped back, squinting my eyes. "You're the one, right?" Rowan jerke
The frigid night breeze bit at my skin as Rowan and I emerged from the crumbling chamber. My lungs ached, and my legs seemed heavy as lead, yet we continued to run. The ruins behind us grated and fell apart, sending echoes through the shadowy woods. Rowan pulled at my arm, his tone cutting. "Continue on, Daisy!" "I’m making an effort!" I gasped for breath, stumbling over a protruding root. His hand reached out swiftly, stopping me just before I fell. We halted for a brief moment, both gazing at the shining light far away. The fragments of the Eclipse Stone had reassembled, and the Alpha of Alphas was taking in its energy. His roar combined victory and fury, vibrating the earth below us. "We can't confront him in this way," Rowan whispered. “I understand,” I responded. “However, we also cannot abandon him.” “We require a strategy,” he stated, his tone tense with urgency. “Then let’s create one,” I said, standing up. The forest was disturbingly silent as we moved ahead. Each noi
The darkness was overwhelming, compressing against my skin and dragging me further down. I attempted to dig my way out, but there was nothing to hold onto, no solid ground underneath me. Simply an infinite emptiness. “Daisy…” The sound originated from all directions and yet from none simultaneously. It was profound, authoritative, and strangely recognized. “Who are you?” I yelled. My voice felt tiny, unimportant. “You have shattered the seal.” “You disturbed me,” it answered. "Then allow me to resolve it!" I shouted, panic gripping my heart. “You are unable to repair what has been set free,” the voice remarked. "However, maybe you can alter its direction." Light cut through the darkness, harsh and chilling. When I blinked awake, I found myself no longer in the chamber. I found myself in the center of a thick forest, the air heavy with fog. Shadows danced among the trees, observing, anticipating. “What is this location?” I mumbled. “A location amid realms,” the voice stated.
A brilliant light erupted all around me, and for an instant, I believed I had died. My body felt airy, floating in an infinite expanse of silver and white. “Daisy…” The voice resonated, gentle yet authoritative. It wasn’t him, Marcus. It definitely wasn’t Rowan. "Who is it?" I called out, my voice shaking. “The destiny of the pack rests in your hands,” the voice declared. "Yet destiny can break, just as trust can." I spun around, looking for the person who spoke, but the light started to dim. The icy stone ground under my feet reappeared, and the room reshaped itself around me. The Eclipse Stone throbbed in my grasp. My palm felt scorched as if it had melded with my skin. “Daisy!” Rowan’s voice pierced the disorder. I quickly raised my head to catch sight of him and Marcus battling a tide of Forgotten Ones. Kieran stepped back, grinning as if he had already triumphed. “What are you holding out for?” Marcus shouted, his voice strained from the exertion. The Neglected Ones adv
The woods faded around me while I sprinted, the noise of combat already breaking out behind me. My breaths were uneven and labored, and the impact of Marcus’s words weighed heavily on me. Locate the Eclipse Stone. Preserve the package. But in what way? I was uncertain of how to begin. The woods seemed infinite, their shadows shifting with each stride I made. “Daisy!” I came to a sudden halt, my heart racing at the sound of Rowan’s voice. He stepped out from the trees, his expression severe yet resolute. "You didn't believe I would let you leave by yourself, did you?" he inquired, regaining his breath. “This isn’t your battle,” I remarked, although relief washed over me at his arrival. "It's a battle we all share," he responded. "Additionally, you would be disoriented in five minutes if I were not here." I sighed dramatically, though he wasn't incorrect. "Okay." However, we must act quickly. “The Neglected Ones are approaching.” We advanced, the trees becoming sparser as the te
The clearing was still, unsettlingly so, following the burst of light that had engulfed Dahlia’s last effort. A hollow sensation filled my chest as I reeled back to join the others. The Rogue King had vanished into the darkness, leaving me solitary with the burden of what had just occurred. The campsite was in disarray. Wolves were disputing, arms being honed, and it felt like everyone recognized the delicate brink we were teetering on. However, there was something amiss, something I couldn’t quite identify. Rowan encountered me midway, his complexion ashen. "Daisy, can you tell me what occurred?" "Where is Dahlia?" I was unable to find the right words. "She... she remained back." “To halt them.” He stood still, his jaw clenching. “And you simply abandoned her?” “I had no options!” I broke down, the guilt already overwhelming me. “People always claim that,” he mumbled, yet his gaze softened when he noticed the tears forming in my eyes. "We'll bring her back." “We must.” Before
The deafening roar of the Forgotten Ones echoed as they entered the clearing. I stopped, trapped between anxiety and the burden of my previous choice. Dahlia pushed me back behind her, her eyes glowing with resolve. “Keep your distance,” she commanded, her voice slicing through the turmoil like a knife. “Absolutely not!” I objected, advancing forward. "We're in this as a team!" She spun around, holding onto my arm firmly. “Not this occasion, Daisy.” You must have faith in me. "I will keep them at bay." "Dahlia" "No debates!" Her tone allowed no possibility for disagreement. "Reach the Rogue King." Have him battle for us. "If he fails to do so, everything here is irrelevant." I tightened my fists, resenting how fear surged in my chest. "You can't accomplish this by yourself!" “Look at me,” she said, an intense grin pulling at her mouth. She glanced at the Rogue King, who was a few steps away, arms crossed as he watched the turmoil. "This is your chance," Dahlia shouted to him.
The growl of the Forgotten Ones shook my very bones. I recoiled, the earth quaking below me as they came down in a tempest of sparkling rage. Dahlia clutched the luminous orb firmly, her knuckles pale as she gazed at the heavens. “Dahlia, please say you have a strategy!” I shouted, my voice hardly cutting through the disorder. Her eyes locked onto me, her complexion wan. "I never considered this in advance!" “Fantastic!” "That's reassuring," I whispered, pivoting to confront the approaching danger. The atmosphere buzzed with electricity as the Forgotten Ones descended in a semi-circle around us. Their shapes glimmered, coalescing into entities of ethereal elegance and malevolence. The leader moved ahead, the identical figure we had met in the room. “You’ve roused us,” it declared, its tone cutting and frigid. "Now demonstrate your value." "How can it be proven?" I inquired, attempting to conceal the quiver in my voice. The figure's radiant eyes fixed on me. "Endure." The earth