Smoke lingered thickly in the atmosphere, filled with the sharp odor of charred wood and fur. The clearing resembled a battlefield, scattered with debris and blood. Wolves hurried to extinguish minor flames while some remained in stunned silence, glancing towards the woods where the assailants had disappeared. My heart raced as I surveyed the turmoil, attempting to understand what had just occurred. “Who were those people?” I whispered quietly, primarily to myself rather than to anyone else. "They weren't villains," Rowan stated, showing up next to me. His face was covered in grime, his shirt ripped, yet his stance remained as unwavering as always. “They were way too structured for that.” I nodded, my focus sharpening as I looked into the shadowy woods. No matter who they were, they had arrived ready. They had not taken anything, nor had they stayed to revel. It seemed they had a singular aim, deliver a message and then disappeared as swiftly as they appeared. “Daisy, this way!” a
The night seemed denser than normal, the atmosphere in the Silvermoon archives laden with the aroma of aged paper and subtle hints of dust. Shadows danced on the walls while the lone lantern I had ignited emitted a faint light. My fingers shook as I turned the fragile pages of an old ledger, my thoughts racing with each new word. The warning from the rogue still resounded in my thoughts. They're arriving... all that you cherish. I required answers, and I required them quickly. If the rogues weren't our true foe, then who could it be? “Let's go,” I whispered quietly, moving a stack of faded documents aside. The family documents were expected to be located here, concealed within centuries of Silvermoon heritage. My mother, Amelia, was mentioned in several ledgers, yet the details were ambiguous, merely listing dates of ceremonies, births, and pack alliances. After that, I discovered it. A tiny, leather-covered notebook hidden behind a pile of worn-out scrolls. My heart raced when I l
I erupted from the archives, my hands balled into fists and my thoughts racing with countless questions. Dahlia’s mysterious caution reverberated in my mind, blending with the piercing nature of her allegations. She was aware of something significant, yet she was concealing it from me. My heart raced as I headed to the main hall, resolved to face her. Upon discovering her, she was positioned in the middle of the council chamber, encircled by the elders of the pack. Her voice resonated in the room, piercing and authoritative, as though she possessed the very air around them. "We can't allow her careless actions to endanger the pack," Dahlia declared, her voice filled with commanding presence. “She’s flirting with danger, probing into matters she doesn't comprehend.” My stomach sank. She was speaking about me. "Careless?" I spoke, my voice slicing through the surrounding murmur of assent. As I entered the room, all gazes were fixed on me. “If there’s anyone being reckless here, it’s
Aside from the faint rustling of leaves in the wind, the clearing beside the river was hauntingly quiet. Extended, bony shadows stretched across the ground as the moonlight seeped through the trees. As I entered the open area, my heart pounded loudly as I looked around for the renegade leader Fenris.“On time,” spoke a voice from the darkness. I stiffened, my claws eager to unsheathe, but I restrained myself. Fenris emerged into the moonlight, his demeanor authoritative even with his rugged look. His eyes, keen and piercing, seemed as if they could look straight through me. "You're Daisy," he stated, his tone calm. “The worthless Omega who has succeeded in turning the whole pack upside down.” “Delightful opener,” I responded, maintaining a steady tone. "You pulled me out here, Fenris." “What is it that you desire?” He angled his head, his lips forming a slight smile. "I desire what your mother desired, a future for every wolf." "However, we must first discuss the danger that is pu
The pack meeting was a brewing storm ready to burst. Wolves filled the hall, their voices a jumble of disputes and allegations. Tensions buzzed in the atmosphere like static before a thunderbolt. At the heart of it all was Dahlia, reveling in the disorder as if it were her own stage. "This group needs commanding leadership!" she proclaimed, her voice resonating through the crowd. "Not uncertainty." “Not coalitions with our adversaries.” She gave me a sharp glance, and I tightened my fists. Her statements were not merely a challenge to Father; they were an assault on me. “Silvermoon requires no division!” I responded, moving ahead. "Together we are more powerful, and at this moment, solidarity is our sole opportunity for survival." Dahlia scoffed, tossing her hair to the side. "Save me the speech, Daisy." You've always excelled in giving speeches, but what about leadership? "That’s a completely different issue." The whispers in the audience became more intense. A few wolves nodded
The moon rested low in the sky, casting an unsettling light over the woods while Fenris wandered in front of me. His actions were fidgety, his keen eyes glancing at every sound in the foliage. It felt as if he was anticipating something, or someone. “Just say it, Fenris,” I retorted, folding my arms. "You’ve been restless since the assault." "What is it that you aren't sharing with me?" He halted suddenly, his eyes fixating on me. “Do you want the truth, Daisy?” he snarled. "Okay." The wolves responsible for this refer to themselves as The Forgotten. "The Overlooked?" Mira, a short distance off, repeated the name, her forehead creasing. “Who are those individuals?” I requested. Fenris paused, his jaw clenching. "They are exiled individuals." Wolves expelled from their packs for being excessively dangerous, overly ambitious, too... unique. They have joined forces throughout the years, driven by a single objective: vengeance. "Revenge against whom?" Fenris' look grew grim. “Every
Smoke and turmoil shrouded the Silvermoon region. Cries of anguish and cries of rebellion blended with the sounds of fangs and talons colliding. I found myself in the center of everything, the atmosphere heavy with ash and excitement. “Force them away!” I shouted, my voice rough from issuing orders. Wolves charged ahead, gathering at my command, yet The Forgotten battled with brutal accuracy. For every one we eliminated, two others appeared to take its place. Fenris charged past me, bringing down a massive Forgotten wolf onto the ground. “We can’t maintain this position indefinitely, Daisy!” he yelled through clenched teeth. “I know,” I retorted, charging at an assailant who had been sneaking up behind him. My talons ripped through fur and flesh, the wolf yipping before slipping back into the darkness. Mira showed up next to me, her breath uneven. "Daisy, we require backup, or we’re done for." "The patrols in the east are struggling to maintain their position." I surveyed the bat
I gazed at the journal in my grasp, the heaviness of its words bearing down on me like a mountain. The space seemed very cramped, overly confining, and Dahlia’s presence only made it worse. “What are you concealing, Daisy?” Dahlia inquired once more, moving nearer. "Nothing," I replied swiftly, hiding the journal behind my back. Her keen gaze darted to the spot I’d concealed it, a grin playing at her lips. "You've always struggled to lie well, sister." “I could make the same remark about you,” I retorted. “Why aren't you out there assisting the group? “Or are you simply too occupied observing from the sidelines?” Her smirk disappeared, supplanted by a surge of anger. "Don’t turn this around on me." Any secrets you’ve discovered will eventually be revealed. “They consistently do.” Without saying anything further, she pivoted and walked out, leaving me by myself with the journal and my racing thoughts. Later that evening, I discovered Fenris near the fire pit, honing a knife he h
The world had contracted to the area between my arms and Dahlia’s motionless form. The turmoil of the battleground was a faint buzz, the shattered howls of wolves a subdued resonance. The only noise I could perceiving was my uneven breath while I held her, the blood on my hands had begun to dry yet still felt warm. “Dahlia,” I murmured, nudging her softly as if that would revive her. Her head tilted to one side, her formerly sharp eyes half-shut, the spark in them lost. No, no, no. My chest rose and fell as I held her tighter, pressing my face into her stained hair. "You must not abandon me." "Not in this way." A soft rasp emerged from her lips, and I paused. Gently, I withdrew, my heart racing. Her eyes partially opened, just a crack, and for an instant, she gazed at me not as an opponent, not as a competitor, but as my sister. “I’m here,” I stated, tears flowing down my cheeks. "I am here." Her lips were in motion, yet no sound emerged. I moved in nearer, eager to catch what s
The atmosphere was charged with crackling energy, a heavy weight that bore down on my chest with each breath. With each step I made toward the ritual chamber, the weight felt greater than before, as if the ground itself was plotting against me. On the battlefield, I observed Dahlia stumble, her body suffering from the same magic that consumed me. Our gazes locked for just a fleeting instant, and I noticed a spark of fear, a silent request, and something indefinable. “Dahlia!” I yelled, my voice consumed by the wailing gusts of the eclipse’s force. Before she had the chance to respond, Castor's voice boomed across the battlefield, intensified by the ominous magic enveloping him. “Wolves of Silvermoon, behold the beginning of a new age!” he declared, positioned at the heart of the whirlwind. His body started to change, the contours of his shape fading as the ritual took over him. “What is he up to?” Rowan yelled, tripping over to join me. I could hardly reply, my attention fixed o
The battlefield was filled with confusion. Wolves collided, fangs exposed and claws tearing in the strange glow of the eclipse. Shadows contorted strangely over the terrain, with the sun’s dim corona being the sole source of light on the bloodied ground. My heart raced in my chest as I battled through The Forgotten’s ranks, with Rowan alongside me. “Daisy, right behind you!” Rowan yelled, rushing ahead to block a rogue who had approached too near. I whirled, cutting through yet another foe before facing Rowan again. "We must continue to advance!" "Castor isn’t going to wait for us to discover him!" Rowan cleaned the blood from his face, his eyes filled with resolve. "We'll reach him." “However, if we don’t halt their armament, none of this will be important.” I nodded, looking at Soren, who was guiding a few people toward The Forgotten’s supply cache. His expression was determined, his actions exact as he and his group disappeared into the turmoil. "Best of luck, Soren," I whispe
The initial sliver of shadow moved across the sun, enveloping the battlefield in a strange dusk. The previously overwhelming clamor of readiness and whispers of anxiety turned quiet, supplanted by a silence so profound it seemed to breathe. My breath caught as I looked up at the sky, the universe seemingly pausing for what lay ahead. “We have no time left,” Soren stated next to me, his tone quiet yet determined. I agreed, clutching my weapon more firmly. "We proceed now." "Without any doubt." The initial howl shattered the quiet, a call from our scouts marking the commencement of the assault. The noise was instinctive, unrefined, and it sent a chill through my body. "Let's wrap this up," I snarled, spearheading the attack. Within the stony confines of Silvermoon, Dahlia glided like a shadow, her movements stealthy and precise. She trailed Castor through twisting hallways, her senses amplified as the eclipse's power coursed through her. The murmurs in her head grew louder, nearly
The sky was unsettled, marked with shadows that grew darker with each passing moment. I remained at the perimeter of the battlefield, the heaviness of the air compressing my lungs. The eclipse approached, its energy surging through my veins like a warning I was unable to overlook. I tightened my fists, steadying myself as the ground beneath my feet shook. Surrounding me, the whispers of my companions broke the silence, a soft resonance of anxiety, resolve, and the delicate hope that this wasn’t the conclusion. “Daisy,” Fenris’s voice shattered the quiet. He positioned himself next to me, his expression serious yet composed. "The rest are waiting." I nodded, pulling my eyes away from the dimming skyline. “Let’s complete this.” Within the war tent, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. A temporary table displayed a map of Silvermoon, its landscape outlined with quickly sketched lines and circles. My most reliable companions Fenris, Rowan, Soren, and several others gathered around i
The moon loomed large in the heavens, its borders engulfed by darkness as the eclipse started. Shadows swelled across the battlefield, not merely a physical darkness but an overwhelming, alien presence that weighed on my chest and screamed in my ears. I sensed it deep within me, a chilling vibration of energy that ignited every nerve. By the way the fighters near me tensed up, I realized they sensed it as well. “This feels unnatural,” Fenris growled, exposing his teeth. He stood next to me, his knuckles pale gripping the handle of his sword. “No, it isn’t,” I replied, my voice scarcely heard over the increasing wind. I raised my eyes to Silvermoon, its lofty walls a striking outline against the crimson sky. Somewhere in that space, Castor was orchestrating the movements, and Dahlia... Dahlia was expecting. "Postures!" I yelled, compelling myself to concentrate. “Gather together and maintain your position!” The group quickly arranged themselves, with wolves transforming into their
The breeze cut sharply across my face, bringing the aroma of pine and the faint buzz of unease. We advanced together like a pack of wolves in human and altered shapes, their breaths misting in the frigid air. Each step seemed weightier than the previous, making us feel as though we were being pulled toward the conclusion. “Silvermoon is located just over that hill,” Soren stated, speaking softly. He gestured toward the uneven row of trees in front. "The external defenses will be dispersed, yet they will be aware of our approach." "They consistently do." Fenris walked alongside me, his shoulders rigid and his jaw clenched. His typically serene demeanor had fractured in recent days, exposing something unrefined beneath the exterior. "You're really silent," I remarked, looking at him. He made a grunting sound but didn’t reply. "Fenris," I urged, softening my tone. “What are you thinking about?” He reduced his speed, letting the others move in front of us. When he finally began to s
The evening atmosphere was heavy with unease, the far-off cries of wolves cutting through the stillness. Daisy positioned herself close to the camp's border, gazing at the shadowy horizon. The burden of her decisions weighed down significantly on her heart. Each choice she faced seemed like another risk, and she was losing time to wager judiciously. Footsteps stirred behind her. Fenris drew near, his face faintly illuminated by the flickering flames. “We have an intruder,” he stated, his voice taut yet composed. "An elder hailing from Silvermoon." States he has something to convey to you. Daisy's forehead creased. "A senior?" Here? “From Silvermoon?” Fenris agreed. “He states it’s critical.” Daisy promptly accompanied him to the heart of the camp. The fighters had assembled, whispering to one another while they watched the hooded individual by the flames. The old man's hands shook gently, his face etched with years and fatigue. “Who is it that you are?” Daisy insisted, moving ah
The campsite was still, aside from the muted moans of the wounded. Daisy sat close to the fire, gazing at the dancing flames. The burden of the ambush enveloped her like a dense mantle. Surrounding her, the warriors still present murmured in low voices, their uncertainty slicing through the atmosphere like a knife. “She's powerful, but is that sufficient?” one voice whispered. "Another person mentioned, 'We’ve already lost countless others.'" "Perhaps we ought to minimize our losses and depart." Daisy’s jaw grew tense. She compelled herself to appear composed, yet her heart was racing. Fenris drew near, his expression serious. "You've listened to them," he remarked, taking a seat next to her. "I've listened," Daisy responded, maintaining her tone calm. He moved in closer. "They aren't mistaken, Daisy." We’re outnumbered, outclassed. Perhaps it's time to retreat and gather in a more secure location. "We cannot protect Silvermoon in this manner." She faced him, her eyes burning w