LOGINLeave some comments to encourage this author. XOXO
Duncan Alonso sat in a heavy wooden chair, his face hollow and deathly pale. His royal black coat was torn, and his hands were wrapped in clean white bandages. The internal trauma from the broken ritual had left his physical wolf core feeling like a frozen wasteland. Every breath felt like inhaling shattered glass, but his silver-grey eyes burned with a cold, terrifying desperation."You shouldn't be standing, Alpha," Remus said softly, stepping into the room. The Beta’s chest was heavily wrapped under his shirt where Malphas’s shadow whip had struck him. "Your core hasn't stabilized. If you encounter a high-ranking enemy and try to force a shift, your internal lines will collapse permanently.""If I stay in this room while Malphas drains her, I am already dead," Duncan said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that lacked its usual royal vibration. He stood up slowly, his knees trembling slightly before his iron willpower forced his posture straight. "Who do we have left?"Oscar Wayne s
Amora woke up with her cheek pressed against a floor of solid, polished black volcanic glass. The room was massive, shaped like the inside of a hollow tower. High above, there were no windows, only jagged tears in the stone roof that revealed a sky of permanent, twisting gray clouds. This was the dark heart of the northern peaks, the absolute center of the Dark Moon territory.Amora tried to push herself up, but a sharp, burning pain flared across her wrists and ankles.She looked down and choked back a sob. She was chained to a massive black stone altar. The cuffs around her limbs were made of forged ironwood, wrapped in thick, glowing purple vines of shadow magic. Every time she tried to pull against them, the vines dug deeper into her skin, eating away at the tiny spark of spiritual energy she had left."Do not waste your breath, little Luna," a deep, rumbling voice echoed off the black glass walls.Alpha Malphas stepped out from the shadows near the base of the altar. In his own
The lightning from the unnatural storm flashed outside the long windows, casting jagged white lines across Katherine’s translucent, gray skin. Her entirely black eyes, hollow pools of swirling ink, fixed onto Duncan, who was still gasping for air on the polished hardwood floor."Katherine..." Duncan choked out, his voice cracking. He tried to push himself up, but his half-shifted arm trembled violently under his weight. His royal core was still short-circuiting from the snapped ritual.Katherine didn't answer with words. She let out a multi-toned, scraping laugh that didn't sound human. The black tendrils drifting from her fingertips lengthened, snaking across the floor like hungry vines."She isn't here for you yet, Duncan," a weak, trembling voice called out from the back of the room.From behind a row of overturned velvet chairs, two older figures emerged. Henry Alonso, the former Supreme Alpha, was pale, his hands gripping a broken table leg to steady his shaking knees. Beside him
The absolute darkness that swallowed the moon was not just a cloud. It felt like a physical weight dropping from the sky, crushing the air out of the place.Duncan and Amora stood on opposite sides of the ancient stone altar, their right hands still extended. The golden-green light of the fated mate bond had been swirling between their palms just a second ago, warm and full of life. Now, that light was flickering violently, fighting against the sudden, freezing chill that swept through the granite pillars.Oscar Wayne did not lower his hands. His voice rose, trying to drown out the sudden, unnatural whistling of the wind. "By the blood of the first wolves, we bind these cores! Do not break the circle!""Oscar, stop!" Susan cried out from the edge of the altar, her hands shaking as she held the dropped chalice. "Look at the stones!"Amora looked down. The deep runes carved into the granite floor, runes that had been glowing with liquid silver, were rapidly turning a dull, rusty gray. T
The map of the southern territories lay flat on the table in the Wayne study, Duncan Alonso did not look at the ink lines. He stared through the high glass window, his reflection ghostly against the dark silhouette of the mountains.The news of Katherine’s betrayal had turned the estate into a military defense. Guards were sprinting through the courtyard, carrying crates of silver-veined granite to reinforce the basement walls. But Duncan knew the truth. Physical stone would not stop a siege led by an Ancient who possessed the blueprint to their home.The door to the study creaked open. Remus stepped inside, his face pale from lack of sleep. "Alpha, the perimeter guards have completed the double rotation. But if what Felix said is true... if Katherine is guiding Malphas through the old underground drainage tunnels, our outer sensors are useless.""I know," Duncan said, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. He turned around, his silver-grey eyes narrowing. "Wards can be bypassed if the
Remus, the lead Beta of the Silver Crescent Pack, stood under the dim light of a single hanging bulb. His face was set in grim stone. In front of him, lined up against the reinforced wall, stood the twelve elite enforcers who had accompanied Duncan from the capital. These were men who had sworn oaths of blood and loyalty to the royal line.Yet, one of them had sent the perimeter coordinates to Malphas. One of them had nearly caused the deaths of the royal twins.The threat outside was terrifying, but the threat inside was a poison that had to be cut out immediately."We call this the Purification," Remus said, his deep voice echoing off the rough stone walls. He stepped to a wooden table in the center of the room. On it sat a heavy basin made of pure, polished silver, filled to the brim with sacred spring water from the pack’s ancestral lands. "An ancient custom for dark times. When a wolf’s loyalty is pure, the silver honors them. But if your soul is stained by treason..."He didn't
Two weeks had passed since the night the Silver Crescent Medical Center burned, but inside the master study of the Alonso mansion, the fire had never truly gone out. The heavy room smelled of stale air, cold ash, and the bitter scent of a rotting pack bond.Duncan Alonso sat behind his massive desk
Amora stood trembling by the heavy glass window, her fingers gripping the metal IV pole so tightly her knuckles turned white. Every muscle in her legs throbbed with a fierce, burning pain, a brutal reminder of her fall down the grand marble staircase. She kept one hand pressed flat against her stom
VIP waiting room of the Silver Crescent Medical Center was completely quiet by two o'clock in the morning. The heavy, suffocating pressure of Duncan’s aura had finally cleared from the hallway, leaving only the cold, huming of the air conditioning. Duncan had been forced to leave for an emergency
Entire private wing of the Silver Crescent Medical Center was under a strict, military-grade lockdown. Crimson security bars sealed the glass entryways, and elite enforcers stood every three feet along the corridors, their hands resting heavily on their assault rifles. Duncan Alonso was vibrating







