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Hours later... The moon had shifted position when Elijah caught the first scent of blood during his patrol. Something was wrong – the metallic tang was too strong, too fresh. He signaled to his patrol partner, Marcus, and they veered off their usual route. The clearing ahead reeked of death and betrayal. Elijah's heart stopped when he saw Lila's crumpled form, her body already growing cold in the night air. Beside her, scratched into the blood-soaked earth, were her final words: 'ATTACK SOON - EAST WALL - SORRY.' "Marcus get Roman. Now!" Elijah barked, dropping to his knees beside Lila's body. He gently turned her over, noting the savage claw marks that had torn through her midsection. This wasn't a random attack – this was an execution. As Marcus sprinted back toward the fortress, Elijah discovered a crumpled piece of paper clutched in Lila's rigid fingers. With trembling hands, he carefully extracted it: {To whoever finds this, I know it's too late for forgiveness, but m

MIRABELLE_______The heat of battle had begun to die down when I heard the agonized roar. My head snapped toward the sound, and my heart nearly stopped— Roman was down, his black fur matted with blood from a devastating wound across his chest. Three rogues lay dead around him, but a fourth had managed to catch him with what looked like an enchanted blade. I abandoned my current patient, knowing the other healers could handle the minor wounds, and sprinted across the courtyard. Roman had shifted back to his human form, likely too weak to maintain his wolf. Blood poured from the gaping wound that stretched from his collarbone to his hip. "Roman!!!" I slid to my knees beside him, hands already glowing with healing energy. "Stay with me." His eyes were glazed with pain, but he managed to focus on my face. "Belle... get back... might be more..." "Shut up," I ordered, pressing my hands to his chest. The wound was worse than anything I'd tried to heal before. Whatever magic had been o

I pushed myself up straighter, ignoring the dizziness that threatened to overwhelm me. "You can't have it both ways, Roman. You can't expect me to be strong enough to be part of your pack but then try to shelter me like I'm made of glass. When those hunters attacked, when they had you pinned down..." I swallowed hard at the memory of his blood pooling on the forest floor. "I made my choice. Just like you make choices every day to protect this pack."Roman was quiet for a long moment, his jaw working. The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken words and complicated emotions. Finally, he spoke softly, "I know I've fucked up. With you, with everything. But seeing you risk your life for me..." He swallowed hard, adam's apple bobbing. "I can't lose anyone else I care about. Not after what happened to Marcus. Not after Adeline."The mention of my sister's name made my heart constrict."Do you think this is what she would have wanted?" Roman continued softly. "For you to sacrific

ROMAN_____The great hall's ancient wooden beams seemed to groan under the weight of tension in the air. My head was pounding— a combination of stress, lack of sleep, and the fresh wound still healing along my ribs from our last battle. The faces of my pack blurred before me like an impressionist painting of fear, anger, and uncertainty. The aftermath of recent battles had left deep scars, both physical and emotional. Icould feel their doubt— hell, I was drowning in my own.Marcus's daughter had died three days ago. The image of her broken body, barely sixteen, . seared into my memory. She'd been trying to protect the younger pups when the rogues attacked our eastern border. The guilt sat like lead in my stomach."I know many of you question my leadership." I began, my voice carrying across the tense silence. A muscle twitched in my jaw. "After everything we've lost.... everything that's happened.... you have every right to."Whispers rippled through the crowd like wind through d

KIERAN_____The ancient scrolls trembled in my hands as I pieced together the final elements of the prophecy. My heart raced as the gravity of what I'd discovered weighed heavily on my conscience. The candlelight flickered across the weathered parchment, casting dancing shadows on the library walls. The musty scent of aged books and leather bindings filled my nostrils, a usually comforting smell that now seemed to mock the gravity of my discovery."Goodness gracious...." I whispered, running my fingers through my hair. This couldn't be right. I read it again, desperate to find another interpretation, but the words remained unchanged. My eyes burned from hours of squinting at the ancient text, translating symbols that hadn't seen the light of day in centuries.The prophecy had been hidden in plain sight, scattered across multiple scrolls in different languages – a clever deception by our ancestors. But why? Now I knew. Some knowledge was too heavy to bear.I knew I had to tell the