Werewolf Destiny Unveiled

Werewolf Destiny Unveiled

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By:  Isabella RavenwoodOngoing
Language: English
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Emily Blackwood was born into a clandestine society of werewolves and found herself engaged to a mate she felt no affection for. Determined to break free from her pack's constraints, she made the bold decision to depart for a span of five years. Now, she has returned, resolute in her commitment to embrace her destined werewolf nature. However, destiny has its own agenda, intertwined with the ascent of a new pack leader, Orion Wolfhart. Possessing wealth, charm, and an unyielding demeanour, Orion demands unwavering obedience from the Trailblazers Pack. As his attention fixates on Emily, she finds herself thrust into a world of intricate politics, seduction, and violence, a realm she is ill-prepared to navigate alone. Emily's life hangs precariously in the balance, with adversaries emerging from every dark corner. Desperate for protection, she is compelled to rely on an enigmatic stranger who has seized control of her pack's throne. Yet, even in this perilous alliance, trust becomes a scarce commodity.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I try to recall how I felt when I penned the words by running my hands over the indentations on the page where they were written. Thoughts like "exhilarated" and "terrified" cross my mind, but no matter how hard I try, I can't relive that day.

That day marked a major change in my life. The day I opted to quit our group and lead a mortal existence for a period of five years as opposed to merely embracing the shift and turning fully into a werewolf

My old diary, which has been waiting for my return for the past five years, was placed back in the bedside drawer as the intercom gently announced breakfast. I'm not the same age I was when I left, which was seventeen. In that girl's bedroom, with its soft pink canopy bed drapes and dazzling white furniture, I'm a grown-up stranger.

You just returned from home, I tell myself. Allow some time.

I go to the vanity, where I spent countless hours as a teenager honing my eyeliner techniques and giving my face a Kardashian-like contour. Back then, before I learned about the Right of Accord, things were much easier. Despite the fact that I arrived in the middle of the night, Vivianne Dixon demands that her kids always look "acceptable" in her eyes. I quickly apply makeup and search through one of my wardrobe trunks for a silk floral peasant shirt and dark-wash jeans.

My parents had a dated "modern" mansion custom built for me in the late 1980s, years before I was even born. Our species—their species, till I make up my mind—live long enough to make a lot of poor fashion decisions. The white, oblong dining room, where mother and father have already finished their breakfast, is completely empty. Mother looks up from eating a helping of mixed fruits from one of the square white dishes that are arranged on the black Lucite dining table. Her grey hair is surrounded by a silver halo as the chilly morning light pours down from the octagonal skylight.

I wasn't expecting to see you this morning, darling. You didn't arrive until almost four, according to Hudson. She waits for me to sag so she can kiss the air next to my cheek without getting up from her seat. That top is fascinating.

"Thanks." I go around the table and give my father a half-hug while acting as though she really means it. I have already returned to my seat by the time he has finished his toast and wiped his mouth with his serviette. I spread my own linen serviette across my lap after shaking it out. I did arrive late.

Father says, "Well, it's a long flight from London," and that's probably all he'll say for the duration of breakfast.

Mom will make it up to you. In spite of the delay, how was your flight, exactly?

"It was good," My stomach is still upset from the salmon I ate on the aircraft, so I take a croissant and some fruit. It didn't agree with me. For the most part, I dozed off.

"Good. You won't be too jet-lagged for tonight if you do it.

"Mother—" She doesn't even turn to look at me as I start to butter the first half of the English muffin. She can act as if I haven't protested if she doesn't look at me.

Of course, we could have gotten you something appropriate to wear if your flight had arrived on schedule. She raises an eyebrow and briefly pouts her lips. "No problem. I asked Tara to send a few dresses over before she put on all of that weight.

Despite the fact that I haven't seen my sister in five years, I've seen plenty of pictures of her on F******k. She may have gained one dress size.

Absolutely inappropriate behaviour for Vivianne Dixon's daughter.

"Look, I just got in, and the ball is a lot—"

The question, "A lot of work?" My mother cuts me off. "Yes. It is. It is what makes it a duty. Additionally, it's the ideal time to introduce a new member to the pack. To demonstrate to them that your brief, wandering existence is now complete.

I haven't... I intervened. I've only been with my parents for a few minutes, and now my mom is driving me crazy. I'm not going to start a fight on my first morning back.

She waves her hand and says, "You haven't had time to unpack or do anything with your hair."

I hesitantly touch my blonde hair that has just been straightened.

She continues, "I've scheduled JoOrion for two hours with you today." There isn't enough time to repair those highlights, but I'm confident he can create something.

She makes oblique signals at my trouble spots while I clench my fists beneath the table. Which is everything I am to her.

"Listen…" I make a hesitant start. Making myself sound argumentative will not help. " I am aware of how important the ball is and how much time has been spent getting ready for it. I don't want to bring you all down or hurt your reputation.

Father calmly responds, "Nonsense, puppy," while looking at his iPad in the same manner that dad used to look away from us to read the newspaper. You could never harm our reputation.

Mother chokes on her coffee while pretending to chuckle softly and jestingly. "Well. That one tiny little moment was there.

I used this opportunity to assert my right to independent thought and refuse to accept change as my fate. The first time I ventured to put my name before Dixon's

"But all of that is in the past. You've arrived at your house. The cautionary smile of the mother, Ashton, has been asking about you, too.

Despite the superior salmon, something else makes my stomach turn. "Oh?"

She continues, a sigh in her voice, "He's never given up on you." Very romantic, in my opinion.

Or pitiful, if she had asked me—which she did not. I don't tell anyone. The prospect of going back to my previous life and fate, even though it has been delayed by five years, is not particularly romantic. I believed that by refusing the metamorphosis, I was also rejecting Ashton Daniels.

I had anticipated that he would have a partner by now. Hoped. I hoped he had a partner by this point. However, if he didn't

"No. Even after your brief rage, he has never given up his claim to you.

"It wasn't a temper tantrum, it was—" I control my groan of exasperation, stop myself, and attempt another grin. I only wished he hadn't been hanging around for me and had instead gone on and found happiness.

That guilt, I think, is something you'll just have to put up with. The implication in my mother's statements is that I shouldn't just feel awful about upsetting my ex-finance. It's possible that he has pardoned you.

Father adds helpfully, "And it's conceivable he hasn't, and he'll reveal that tonight, in front of everyone.

Mama nods. You'll have to cross this bridge when we get there, Emily. The poor man was publicly humiliated by you.

At the time, I felt awful about asserting his rights because he was a poor youngster. He may have, however. If he truly wanted to be with me, he could have exercised his right to come.

Fortunately, he didn't.

And I'm willing to take that if he chooses to publicly reject me in retaliation tonight. Furthermore, the least he can do for us both is to call off our engagement.

My mother assures me that "he wouldn't dare." The importance of the fealty rite prohibits risking creating a stir.

One more caution. I'm not supposed to screw anything up tonight for her. In front of the others, I had already shattered her carefully constructed reputation.

Before I left for London, Mother and Father engaged thrall Hudson to be our butler. He enters dragging a cart with two trays on it that are covered in silver domes.

The idea that werewolves can't handle silver is untrue.

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18 Chapters
Chapter 1
I try to recall how I felt when I penned the words by running my hands over the indentations on the page where they were written. Thoughts like "exhilarated" and "terrified" cross my mind, but no matter how hard I try, I can't relive that day.That day marked a major change in my life. The day I opted to quit our group and lead a mortal existence for a period of five years as opposed to merely embracing the shift and turning fully into a werewolfMy old diary, which has been waiting for my return for the past five years, was placed back in the bedside drawer as the intercom gently announced breakfast. I'm not the same age I was when I left, which was seventeen. In that girl's bedroom, with its soft pink canopy bed drapes and dazzling white furniture, I'm a grown-up stranger.You just returned from home, I tell myself. Allow some time.I go to the vanity, where I spent countless hours as a teenager honing my eyeliner techniques and giving my face a Kardashian-like contour. Back then, b
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Chapter 2
He sets the plate in front of the mother and raises the lid as she reclines. A human heart that is covered with blood clots lies on a bed of lettuce. Mom exhales with joy and gives a gentle handclap of thanks. Hudson, bravo. Where do you keep finding these exquisite, tiny morsels?The phrase "a trade secret, ma'am" He gets the other plate and places it in front of the father before lifting the dome to show him almost the same dinner. My father murmurs a thank you, and my parents pick up their cutlery and tuck in, forgetting about the traditional breakfast.I've witnessed this sight several times throughout my life, before every religious ritual and full moon. But after five years of coexisting with people, I have a slightly more intimate perspective on the organs.i.e., they once existed as people.Either I keep my disdain to myself or my mother doesn't notice. She nods towards my plate as she slices a piece of the heart in front of her. "Well. Eat up. The day is busy for us.I suffoc
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Chapter 3
Mother nudges me while I'm hunched over, and I remember to bow while swaying a little. I can't just blame it all on a lack of practice. The new monarch is so attractive that he has taken my breath away.The new king commands, "Rise," and his accent makes me long for London. "Are you still loyal to the pack?"As the three of us respond to the traditional inquiry, I maintain a glum expression. "Yes, my king and my wolf pack leader."And do you obey your king's and pack leader's commands?The moment I look up and notice that he is staring at me as the three of us speak, heat pours over my face. He still wants me to meet his gaze when I swiftly avert my eyes. He exudes an air of confidence that has nothing to do with his job; it fills the space between us and makes the air seem heavy as I inhale it.I cry out, "Yes, my king and my pack leader." I'm having trouble breathing, and I'm wondering how many people have collapsed in front of him.Do you give up your freedom for the benefit of the
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Chapter 4
I'm sweating my palms. We should return to the ballroom; why don't we? To handle this, I need a drink.To my relief, Clare says, "I don't blame you," and she doesn't appear to have seen the King approaching us.He shouldn't pass by, in my opinion. I don't want to bow before him only to discover that he isn't even aware of our presence. I also don't want him to see me, though. I was almost about to have an asthma attack when he saw me. I don't want him to ever notice me again because I now know he is a hostile member of our pack.I take the lead and head straight for the closest catering bar, with my sisters scrambling to keep up behind me. As I go closer, a tall, lean man turns and smiles as if he recognizes me.It takes me a second to realize who he is.Before Tara can object, Clare says, "I think we'll go back to the table," and then pushes her away.Five years ago, when I used the right, I wasn't just interested in what the world of humans had to offer. It offered a chance for me t
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Chapter 5
My closest friends are the people I can challenge the most about the political catastrophe of the last five years. Since kindergarten, Eva, David, and I have made a matched trio. Even though David and Eva are now mated, we are stillGoing to their place is like us all getting together after school even though we haven't seen each other in so long. When I first arrived, there was some fully immature squeeing over each other, but we soon went back to our old habits, as if I hadn't lost touch with them for five years.Everything else besides the "my best friends are in a mating bond" issue: "How exactly did that happen?"Eva sputters, "It was him or marriage to Dave Byron," and she then continues.Her revulsion is echoed by my word, "gross."She hears David tell her to "be nice." His parents never said no to him and gave him whatever the hell he wanted; therefore, it's not his fault.He's ignored by Eva. Ever had the gut-wrenching feeling that someone you were looking at was an unattract
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Chapter 6
Cynthia and Carole have suggested that we get together for lunch so that we can catch up on the conversation we didn't get to have at the ball.At a human eatery.After having salads and the main course, I am currently drinking my drink while attempting to suppress the urge to inquire of my own sisters whether or not their spouses are aware of their whereabouts."...and that's exactly what they were discussing at the Bailey!" Carole yells at me while putting her palm in front of my face and waving it."Sorry. Too many mimosas." That is not the case. After drinking two of them, I haven't even begun to feel tipsy. I make an effort to pay attention to what she is telling me. Something regarding the upgrades she had made to her main bathroom You were mentioning something about how they were unable to bring down a wall, right?"Are you okay?" The question was posed to me by Cynthia with sincere concern.Do I come clean and tell them that my head is all over the place after what happened wi
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Chapter 7
The instant I walk through the door, my mother is waiting for me there. "Ashton is here," she hisses as she reaches for my hair to mess with it. I try to avoid her, but she clucks angrily every time I do. "What was going through your head when you were tearing up the grass like a stray dog?""As I was thinking about it, I realised how wonderful it is to be at home." I give her the most innocent of looks.Her irises constrict. "Are you treating all of this like a game?" She continues talking before I have a chance to respond. "After the stunt you pulled, leaving the pack, and now whatever that display was at the ball, it's a miracle that anyone will still associate with us," the speaker said. "It's a miracle that anyone will still associate with us.""Why in the world wouldn't they—""Because they're afraid that word of what you did will spread!" After the mother's outburst, which was audible enough to be overheard, she immediately returned to speaking more quietly. "You have the disti
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Chapter 8
For werewolves, the full moon is a sacred occasion. A werewolf pack congregates for their own rites in the same manner that humans might dress nicely and convene at a place of worship. The location where we meet for the Trialblazer pack is roughly an hour and a half northwest of Toronto. Two hundred acres of pristine territory where we can securely wander as the monsters we become every full moon were once home to a pack long before Canada was known as New France, at the time when our ancestors fled northern Europe in longboats.The ceremony of metamorphosis is held in a standing stone circle that was constructed more than five centuries ago, long before Columbus could falsely claim to have set foot on the continent of North America. The three stones pay homage to the three gods of our pack: Lupa, the mother of Romulus and Remus; the harsh Lycaon; and Fenrir, the wolf who will devour Odin at Ragnarök. The circle used to be in a clearing in a forest. It is now safe inside a towering, c
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Chapter 9
A bell with a deep, hollow toll is rung at midnight to signal the start of the new day. The members of the pack make their way into the holy circle one by one in the circular courtyard below. They don't silver silk robes for ceremonies; these robes are designed to be easily removed once the transformation has taken place.In movies, people often create situations in which werewolves howl in anguish and tear their clothes off, which is something I've never understood why people do. We are aware of when the moon will be at its fullest. This does not come as a surprise to us. And we are aware of the appropriate attire.Or undress. As Orionwalks into the circle, the air I'm breathing stops cold in my lungs. He halts in front of the stone dedicated to Lycaon and throws his robe to the ground.I ogle him unashamedly, just as he did to me, from his broad shoulders all the way down to his chest sprinkled with dark hair that thins to a line on his shockingly carved abs. I do this in the same w
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Chapter 10
This can't possibly be taking place.I force myself to get up and grab the note out of Mother's grasp. "You looked through my purse, didn't you?""What do you think you're doing?" is a rhetorical question. She makes a hissing sound as if my inquiry does not exist. "You have agreed to a sexual contract. You can't be talking to someone else behind the back of your fiance!"I'm not seeing anyone. I have no doubt that you pursued it. It is an open offer to compensate for—""It is an open invitation to spread rumours. to disgrace and destitution" She pulls the card away from him and rips it in half, then again in half, and finally she throws the fragments of the card onto the carpet. "For how much longer has this been occurring?""For how many more minutes has this been going on?" I am on the verge of arguing that I've only been home for a few days, but then I realise that, in the eyes of the rest of the pack, I may be a spy for Greater London. Perhaps she believes that I was beating the ki
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