MasukElara's Point of ViewThe journey back to the Red Moon Pack was painfully quiet. No one celebrated. No one spoke of victory. The only sounds accompanying us were the hurried footsteps of warriors carrying the wounded and the occasional groan escaping those too injured to hide their pain. The metallic scent of blood lingered heavily in the night air, reminding me that every battle demanded a price.And tonight... The pack had paid dearly. I refused to let my eyes wander toward the stretchers carrying the fallen. Every glimpse felt like another knife twisting inside my chest. If I hadn't existed... Would these people still be alive? The question clung to me with every step.Emily remained unconscious in my arms, her face frighteningly pale despite the steady rise and fall of her chest. I held onto that tiny movement as though it were the only thing keeping me from falling apart."Move aside!" Helena's firm voice echoed through the infirmary the moment we crossed its entrance. "Healers,
Aéron's Point of ViewThe forest had fallen eerily silent. Even Fenrir, who had been snarling inside my mind moments ago, suddenly went still. Across the clearing, Henry White stood with his hands casually tucked behind his back, the faintest smile lingering on his lips. He didn't look like a rogue who had invaded another Alpha's territory. He looked like a man who had already won.I tightened my grip around the hilt of my dagger, refusing to let his confidence shake me."This fight isn't yours," I warned, my voice carrying through the restless wind. "Leave while you still can. More of my warriors are already surrounding this forest. The longer you stay here, the fewer chances you'll have of walking away alive."Henry's shoulders trembled. He was laughing. Not loudly. Not mockingly. The kind of laugh a teacher gives an overconfident student before proving him wrong."You still don't understand, do you, Alpha Blackwood?" he murmured, slowly beginning to circle me. "You think I crossed y
Aéron's Point of ViewNyra's howl tore through the forest. Every hair on the back of my neck stood on end. It wasn't merely the cry of an awakened wolf—it carried power. Ancient, commanding power that echoed through every tree and every heartbeat within the Red Moon territory.Fenrir lifted his head inside me. "its my mate's cry. She is in danger.""I know buddy and we will protect her." I responded to my agitated wolf.The howl had come from the same direction where Elara had chased Emily. Something had happene, something terrible.I took one step forward, only for four rogue wolves to leap out from the darkness, blocking my path. Their yellow eyes gleamed beneath the moonlight, and without hesitation they lunged together."They're trying to stall us!""Let them try..."I roared as Fenrir crashed into the first rogue. Bones shattered beneath my jaws before I threw him into another attacker. The second wolf slammed into a tree with enough force to split the trunk. Behind me, the warr
Elara's Point of ViewThe world disappeared in thin air. There was no pack or forest and definately, no fear. There was only the pounding rhythm of my heartbeat... and the enormous brown wolf standing several feet away from me.I saw Emily or perhaps... Whatever remained of Emily beneath that terrifying new wolf.The moonlight poured through the clearing, reflecting against my pristine white fur. I could feel every leaf beneath my paws, every movement of the wind, every heartbeat echoing across the forest. My blazing blue eyes never left Emily for even a second.Nyra's calm voice resonated inside my mind. "She is no longer fighting you... She is fighting herself.""I know but..." My heart couldn't accept it."Then why are you hesitating?" She asked."Because that's my best friend." A tear escaped from my eye.Emily lowered her head. A guttural growl rolled from deep inside her chest. The sound wasn't familiar. It carried pain... Confusion... And unbearable hunger. Her black eyes fixed
Aéron's Point of ViewThe library had never felt so suffocating. Ancient books lay scattered across the massive oak table, their yellowed pages carrying centuries of secrets. My fingers were stained with dust from turning page after page, yet none of them answered the one question that refused to leave my mind.Who was Nyra? Every record spoke of the Seven Ancient Wolf Spirits, but when it came to Nyra, there were only fragments. Broken sentences. Torn pages. Missing accounts. It was as though someone had deliberately erased her existence from history.Mother stood beside another shelf, carefully flipping through an even older manuscript. Her expression grew more troubled with every page she turned."There has to be something," I muttered, rubbing my forehead. "An ancient spirit cannot simply disappear from every historical record."Ciara sighed quietly. "Sometimes history is rewritten by those who survive it."I looked at her. "What do you mean?"She slowly closed the book in her han
Elara's Point of ViewI burst out of Aéron's room without stopping to think. Nyra's words echoed relentlessly inside my head. "She isn't waiting for medicine... She's waiting for you."Every instinct inside me screamed that I was already too late. The corridors blurred as I ran through the pack house. Warriors called my name, but I ignored them. My heartbeat thundered louder with every passing second until I finally reached the underground dungeon.The heavy iron gate stood wide open. My chest tightened. "No... This doesn't seem right." I whispered.The moment I stepped inside, the metallic scent of blood struck my nose. My eyes widened. The two guards assigned to Emily's cell lay unconscious against the stone walls. Their armour was torn apart, claw marks stretching across their chests. Blood pooled beneath them, though thankfully they were still breathing."Oh my God..." I hurried toward them. "What happened?"One guard slowly opened his eyes, groaning in pain. "Luna..." His voice







