Magnus stood outside the hospital room, hoping for positive updates. He silently prayed for the recovery of his friends Alex and Alpha Callum. With him, was Lara, who never left his side, even for a little while. Callum's parents and his wife were also around, waiting patiently for good news. However, Magnus couldn't meet their gaze due to his feelings of guilt. His conscience continued to haunt him, despite his attempts to convince himself that he wasn't to blame.After a while, the door opened, and the doctor went out of the room with a solemn expression. Lara stood up and approached him, while her parents were following behind."Doctor, how is my brother?" Lara inquired anxiously.The doctor met her gaze before shaking his head sadly. "Alpha Callum..." He paused, exhaling deeply. "He didn't make it. I'm sorry. We did everything we could, but his injuries had severe internal complications.""No! My brother!" Lara cried, sinking to the chilly floor tiles. Minerva also wept, offering
In the cold embrace of night, a sinister presence lingered in the shadows, watching the lone figure of Magnus as he paced through the dark forest. Magnus’s steps were heavy with guilt, shame, and despair. His heart was burdened with the weight of the lives lost under his leadership—the warriors, Alpha Callum, his best friend Alex, who lay in a coma, and even the bond he shared with Lara. All of it was slipping away, torn apart by the darkness that had consumed him.Lord Draven, who was watching him in darkness, let out a sinister laugh. His red eyes sparkled with evil joy as he watched the defeated Alpha. This was not just a win for him; rather, it was the completion of a long-standing grudge. Magnus, previously a strong leader, was now a mere shell of himself, stripped of his identity. He was overwhelmed by sorrow, all due to Draven's calculated scheme.A low, mocking chuckle escaped Draven’s lips, resonating through the night like a sinister melody. His laughter was cold, devoid of
The grief that spread throughout the Tribiano community was palpable. Every fighter, every elder, and every wolf experienced the impact of Callum's passing, but none as intensely as Lara. She felt an emptiness in her chest, like all the warmth had been taken away and replaced with a cold, unforgiving emptiness. She cried in solitude, screamed into the void when alone, yet the ache continued, consuming her with each tick of the clock.It was really hard to accept that the one she treated like her own brother, was no longer beside her. Even though Alpha Callum wasn't her blood relative, their connection was deeper than family ties. He was her best friend, her biggest supporter, and her best confidante.Lara’s thoughts wandered to the day of the battle. She could still see it all so clearly—Callum, standing tall despite his injuries, facing off against Magnus and Alex in that cursed fight under Lord Draven’s influence. Even though she knew Callum was under the same dark magic, a part of
After many days, Lara deeply sensed Magnus' absence, intensifying the sorrow of losing her parents, son, and Alpha Callum. Healing would be a gradual process. Although she wished to go to the forest and ask Magnus to return to Tribiano, she hesitated, choosing to wait until she felt completely whole.Meanwhile, Draven's intense animosity towards Magnus grew even stronger due to the loss of his beloved Selene. Even in her final moments, Selene favored her son over him, which fueled his anger. Because of this, he was determined to ensure that Magnus lost everything, ultimately bringing him to his downfall.Lord Draven stood on a high cliff, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he watched the flickering lights of the distant town. The council was meeting, their precious deliberations cloaked in secrecy—yet nothing in Tribiano remained hidden from him for long. He had spies everywhere, their ears sharp and loyal to his cause, feeding him every whisper and every doubt that brewed withi
Lara stood at the edge of the great hall, her eyes fixed on the assembly of elder werewolves gathered around the massive oak table. The choice had been finalized, but it continued to linger in her thoughts like a solemn bell tolling for death.Magnus had been officially removed as the leader of Tribiano. The council’s verdict hung in the air, a suffocating presence that seemed to press in on her chest.She could hardly believe what had happened. Magnus, the man she had loved deeply, had lost everything—the pack's respect, his status, and maybe even his own identity. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of conflicted emotions: sorrow, anger, resentment, and something she hadn’t expected—regret.The fire in the fireplace made crackling sounds, but she felt no warmth. The elders’ voices buzzed around her like a swarm of wasps, each word sharp and filled with judgment. She had known this moment was coming, but nothing could have prepared her for the finality of it. Magnus’s failure to lead, his
Upon learning of the Wolf Council's decision to depose Magnus as the Alpha of Tribiano, Lord Draven was pleased, but then an evil scheme formed in his mind. His laughter resonated in the air as he plotted another plan to bring about Magnus's downfall."I know that Alex is important to you, Magnus. He is your closest ally, but I will turn him into your enemy and a great rival for your position.""I am determined to succeed in my plans. As for Lara? She will soon abandon you, leaving you with no one by your side."Another round of laughter echoed as Lord Draven vanished in a swirl of black smoke.Meanwhile, Lara had made up her mind to give up her position as the Luna of Tribiano. She stood at the center, her heart heavy with the decision she had made, but her resolve was unshaken. She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting those of the elders seated before her—the Wolf Council, the guardians of their pack’s traditions and legacy. They stared back at her with mixed expressions, some with
Alex, inside the infirmary, sat up in his bed, his muscles twitching with renewed strength. The scent of antiseptic filled the air in his private room, but beneath that clinical smell, Alex could detect the subtle fragrance of pine and earth wafting in through the open window. He flexed his fingers, feeling a surge of energy ripple through him—energy that he hadn’t felt in weeks.The medical staff had been buzzing with disbelief. Just days ago, Alex had been clinging to life, his body a mere shadow of its former self after the battle that left him in a coma. But now, the signs of his rapid recovery were unmistakable. His once pale skin had regained its healthy tan, and the dullness in his eyes had been replaced with a fierce determination.Dr. Collins, the head physician, stood at the foot of the bed, staring at Alex as if he were a miracle. “This… this is extraordinary,” Dr. Collins muttered, adjusting his glasses to examine the vitals on the monitor. “I’ve seen many cases of rapid h
Lara stood outside the infirmary, taking a deep breath to steady herself before entering. She felt a new gleam of hope in her heart after her conversation with Magnus earlier, believing his promises that he would return to Tribiano very soon. Upon entering the room, she saw Alex resting on the bed. Despite his fast recovery, he still had to stay in the hospital for quite some time to ensure his condition would be closely monitored."Lara," he greeted with a raspy voice. "It’s good to see you. Where is Magnus? He has not yet visited me."She managed a smile in return, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "How are you feeling, Alex? Do you feel better now?""I am now recovering, Lara," he replied with a small chuckle that quickly turned into a grimace. There was something in his eyes, that Lara could hardly explain."Where is Magnus? You did not respond. Is there something wrong?" Alex asked again.Lara nodded, pulling a chair closer to his bed and sitting down. "There’s something I need to t