LOGINCarlisle lowered his head and looked into the brown wolf’s eyes.For a brief moment, he waited.If the creature shifted back into its human form, there was still a chance it might speak. Fear had a way of loosening even the most stubborn tongues. Perhaps it would beg for its life. Perhaps it would offer a name, a location, or something that would point him toward the people hiding behind this attack.Instead, the wolf only struggled harder.Its claws scraped uselessly across the ground as it fought to free itself. It snarled through clenched fangs, twisting its body with everything it had, refusing to surrender despite knowing the fight was already over.Not even a hint of hesitation.Not even an attempt to save itself.Carlisle’s interest vanished.There was nothing left to gain from this.His jaws tightened.Bone cracked beneath the pressure.The wolf’s body went rigid for the briefest instant before all of its strength disappeared at once. Its limbs fell limp, its head slumped side
Carlisle had stopped worrying about whoever was hiding behind the curtain.There was no need to rush anymore.Sooner or later, whoever had orchestrated this would be forced into the open.Too much had already been invested for them to walk away now. They had spent years testing the Red Moon Pack’s defenses, sending warriors into his territory again and again, fully aware that most of them would never return. Every failed attempt had cost them lives, yet they kept coming back.That wasn’t the behavior of someone preparing an escape route.It was the behavior of an enemy who had already committed everything.In a way, that made them easier to deal with.Soon, the situation would reach its inevitable conclusion. Either Carlisle would expose the mastermind himself and wipe them from existence, or they would continue sacrificing their own people until there was nothing left of the organization except a hollow name held together by fear and empty reputation.Neither outcome bothered him.Th
Carlisle’s gaze sharpened.“They’ve hidden poison capsules behind their back molars. The instant they realize they’re about to be taken alive, they bite down.”Sylas clicked his tongue in frustration.“I tried stopping one before he could do it.”“I wasn’t fast enough.”His irritation was obvious.“Whoever planned this thought of everything.”His voice turned even grimmer.“It gets worse.”“They’re cursed.”Carlisle’s expression hardened.“What kind of curse?”“A kill-switch.”“The moment they try revealing anything important, the curse activates and kills them.”Sylas let out another weary sigh.“It doesn’t matter how skilled our interrogators are.”“It doesn’t matter how quickly we catch them.”“They’re dead before they can tell us a single useful thing.”He ran a hand through his hair before continuing.“Unless we know exactly what kind of curse we’re dealing with, or somehow find a Saint or Apostle capable of removing it, keeping them alive won’t accomplish anything.”His voice fe
If Carlisle’s suspicion was correct, then Marcus had never died.He had betrayed them.The realization settled heavily in Carlisle’s chest. Betrayal itself no longer surprised him. Too much had happened over the past few years for that. What unsettled him was how neatly the pieces finally began to fall into place.Marcus hadn’t vanished because he was frightened.He had vanished because someone wanted him alive.A man like Marcus wouldn’t throw away his pack for no reason. Whether he had been promised money, protection, status, or simply a better future, something valuable had convinced him to sell his loyalty. And if the price of that bargain had been Raquel’s location, then everything happening now suddenly made sense.These attacks had never been random.Someone knew exactly what they were looking for, and they were becoming increasingly desperate to get it.Carlisle’s thoughts drifted back to the day Marcus escaped.In his panic, Marcus had overlooked one critical detail.He had f
The Alpha King wouldn’t care what Carlisle’s intentions had been. Only one fact would matter. Carlisle had found her. Carlisle had brought her home. From that moment forward, her safety became his responsibility. If she disappeared again, or suffered another tragedy while under his protection, the blame would fall squarely on him. And the punishment might not stop with his death. It could destroy the entire Red Moon Pack. Carlisle understood that better than anyone. The reward had never been the important part. The princess herself was. She was a living political storm. Handle the situation carefully, and his pack might survive. Make one mistake… Everything he had spent years rebuilding could disappear overnight. The irony wasn’t lost on him. He had believed returning the princess to the royal family would finally end his responsibility. Instead, they had practically handed her straight back. The burden he thought he had escaped had somehow become even heavier. Even
Centuries ago, the Werewolf Council was forced to make a difficult decision.Too many she-wolves had died throwing themselves into battle to protect their mates. What had once been seen as the highest act of devotion slowly became a tragedy that repeated itself across generations. Every she-wolf who fell left behind a grieving mate, an empty bloodline, and one less chance for the next generation of werewolves to be born.In the end, the Council passed a law forbidding she-wolves from fighting except under the rarest and most extraordinary circumstances.The law wasn’t created simply to protect women.It was meant to protect the future of the werewolf race.There was another reason behind it as well.Wars became dangerously unpredictable whenever fated mates found themselves on opposite sides of the battlefield. The moment they recognized one another, loyalty to their packs often crumbled beneath the pull of the mate bond. Some abandoned their comrades without hesitation. Others turned
Victoria’s POVI felt like I was losing my mind in the middle of Carlisle’s constant shifts between warmth and cold distance. One moment he was distant and unreadable, and the next he was right here, overwhelming me completely. My heart struggled to keep up with him, with the way he pulled me in on
Tori’s POV It was as though they were making no effort to hide their actions, openly flaunting their connection in front of everyone, intentionally deepening my hurt. The mockery in their voices was unmistakable, and it stung sharply in the silence that followed. Carlisle's subordinates seemed
Tori’s POV Hearing it straight from his mouth, I felt my world crash down, but I couldn't even let out a whimper as pain consumed my body. After being away from each other for a long time, our mate bond was weaker, but even then, I could still feel the pain in my heart as a lone tear fell from my
Tori’s POV "Luna! Luna Victoria! We've just received a report from the frontlines. The war is over!!!" Gamma Sylas's heavy footsteps rang through the hallway as he hurried toward my office, where I was buried in the grain production report from our farm. His excited voice echoed from down the hal







