All Chapters of Eclipsed Wolves: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Willow had always loved the forest.The way the wind moved through the trees, rustling the leaves with soft whispers. The way the scent of pine and damp earth curled around her, grounding her in something older than time itself.She had grown up in a good pack. Strong. Stable. Loyal. But it had never felt like home. Not truly. She didn’t know why. She couldn’t explain it. She was happy. She was safe. But somewhere deep inside her, something was missing. A piece of herself that had never quite fit. And then she met him.The first time Willow saw Theo, she felt it.A pull so strong, so sudden, she had nearly stumbled. It had been a routine pack meeting. A diplomatic visit from the Onyx Pack to discuss border agreements. She had been standing with her father, listening half-heartedly to the discussion, when he arrived. Theo stepped into the room like he owned the ground beneath his feet. Tall, powerful, every inch the Alpha he was born to be. But it wasn’t his strength that caught her b

Willow walked through the village with purpose, her steps steady, her posture unshaken. To anyone watching, she looked strong—calm, even. Just another day as Luna, overseeing the pack, ensuring everything was in order. But inside, her mind was in turmoil. The rogue attack wasn’t sitting right. Rogues didn’t just attack like that—not in numbers, not with coordination. And they certainly didn’t retreat after delivering a message. “They knew my name,” she reminded Nova, as if she hadn’t replayed those words a hundred times already. Nova was silent for a moment before murmuring, “I know.” Willow exhaled slowly, schooling her features as she passed a group of pack members tending to repairs near the training grounds. A few of the warriors nodded respectfully. Others gave her a reassuring glance, as if they were the ones trying to keep her from worrying. She managed a small smile in return before continuing on. “You’re overthinking,” Nova said. “We don’t know enough yet to start spir

Theo woke to silence. A cold, unnatural silence. His body was warm, the scent of pine and wildflowers lingering in the air—Willow’s scent. But something was wrong. His arm stretched across the bed, fingers searching for her familiar warmth. Nothing. Theo’s eyes snapped open. The room was dimly lit, the early morning light barely creeping through the window. The space beside him was empty. Panic surged through him, sharp and sudden. He reached for the bond. Nothing. His chest tightened, breath catching in his throat. The bond was there—but faint, distant. It was like trying to hear a whisper through a storm. Then, the mind-link slammed into him. “Alpha!” Luka’s voice, sharp and urgent. “It’s Luna! The rogues—she’s gone!” The world stopped. Atlas snapped inside him, rage and panic crashing together in a violent storm. Theo was out of bed before the words fully registered, his bare feet hitting the wooden floor hard. Gone? Theo’s mind barely formed the thought before his

Theo ran. The night was thick around him, the forest stretching endlessly in every direction. His paws tore into the earth, muscles coiled tight with every bound. The warriors followed, their dark forms weaving like shadows through the trees. But Theo didn’t hear them. Didn’t see them. All he could feel was the mate bond—thin, weak, unnatural. Willow was out there. Somewhere. Alive, but distant. Something was cutting through the bond, muffling it. That was the only reason he wasn’t ripping through the forest, following the connection straight to her. And that was what terrified him the most. They had done something to her. To his mate. Atlas snarled inside him, so violent, so furious, that Theo’s vision blurred with it. His wolf was on the verge of snapping free, no longer willing to be leashed by reason. He needed her. He needed her now. “Hold on, Willow,” he thought fiercely. “I’m coming.” The air was heavy with tension, the warriors silent as they ran.

Theo barely felt the shift.Atlas exploded forward.But something was different.The change was instantaneous—too fast, too smooth. Even for him.There was no slow breaking of bones, no painful rearranging of his body. Just a pulse of something deep, something raw, something ancient—And then he was running.Faster than he ever had before.Luka and Darius were only a second behind him, shifting into their wolves to follow. But they were slower. Too slow.Because Theo was moving like something else entirely.He didn’t think about it.He couldn’t.His paws slammed into the earth, his breath came in ragged bursts, and Atlas was a storm of fury and agony.He didn’t know where they were going.Didn’t know where the trail would lead.It didn’t matter.They would find someone.And they would make them talk.The scent of a rogue drifted through the trees.Theo veered left without hesitation, his body a shadow in the dark.The rogue never saw him coming.One moment, he was standing there, adju