NIKLAUS"Alright, folks, pair up!" I call out, my voice loud and clear across the training ground. The trainees hustle to find their partners, like kids picking teams for a game. It's early as hell, but I'm pumped to see what these newbies can do."Spread out, people! Today's all about swordsmanship," I announce, watching them scatter like ants, sizing each other up. There's a buzz of excitement in the air like we're gearing up for a showdown.I step back, giving them space to do their thing. Blades out, they start circling each other, eyes locked, looking for an opening. And then bam! They're at it, clashing swords like they're in some epic duel.I'm keeping an eye on them, throwing out tips, and cheering them on. It's a fine line between guiding them and letting them figure it out themselves. But hey, they've put in the work, and now it's time to show what they've got.Watching them go at it, I can't help but feel proud. These rookies might be green, but they've got heart. With ever
CRYSTALAs our training wrapped up, we all gathered around the bulletin board to check out the patrol schedule. The new guy, Marcel, Niklaus's right-hand man, wasted no time throwing us into the action.When some girl recruits started to whisper and giggle after their lustful eyes caught Marcel under the sunlight. I too decided to let my eyes wander. Tbh Marcel's a real sight to behold, I tell ya. He's got that South African vibe written all over him, with features that'll make you do a double-take. Picture this: he's built like a tank, all muscle, and no nonsense. And those facial features? They scream strength and resilience, with a jawline you could cut glass on and cheekbones that could rival Mount Kilimanjaro.His skin's got this warm bronze tone, like he's been soaking up the African sun his whole life – which, knowing Marcel, wouldn't surprise me one bit. And his eyes, man, they're like two deep pools of dark brown that seem to see right through you. There's a spark in 'em, th
CRYSTAL I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as I navigated the winding road back to Lunaheim. The fog was thick, giving this autumn season an eerie vibe. Just finished up another session of my secret training with one of the last witches in Emberwood because we witches were forced to make a pact with the Werewolves to not practice or learn any kind of magic as they think that we might try to practice dark magic which was said to the cause of bringing bad luck to the last Alpha of WhiteLight packs Alpha ANSEL PRIME WOLFE who had recently passed away with his family and the pack was left with no option but to get under the wing of Silverclaw pack's Alpha MIKAEL SALVADOR.As I passed the trees the ancient forest whispered its secrets through the rustling leaves, echoing the knowledge I'd gained. The air was electric with magic, sending tingles up my arms. My senses were sharp, tuned into the mystical energies humming beneath the surface.When I was about to reach the outskirts of
CRYSTALIt's been three days since I rescued him from that accident with my car. What started as a total downer turned into something straight out of a supernatural movie.Checking him out from across the room, I couldn't believe it. The little guy went from looking like a total wreck to practically brand new. His scars were there, but they were fading fast. It was like he had some kind of crazy healing powers, way beyond what's normal. Then it hit me - he wasn't just any normal pup. Nope, he was a werewolf cub. His eyes, man, they held this ancient knowing. It felt like we had some kind of connection that went way back.Heart pounding, I stole a glance out the window at the mountains where the temple to Hecate stood. The goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, moon, ghosts, and necromancy. She was the only child of the Titanes Perses and Asteria from whom she received her power over heaven, earth, and sea.My folks were out there, doing their whole goddess-worshipping thing. And her
NIKLAUS PRIME WOLFEI'm standing in front of this big mirror, staring at myself. Got this eye patch on, covering up memories I'd rather forget. It's a constant reminder of that crazy day that turned my life upside down. Fiddling with my tie, I'm doing this routine I've got down pat. The eye patch, it's like a part of me now, keeping prying eyes at bay. I unstrap it, revealing the scarred canvas that used to hold my vision. Looking into the mirror, I meet my own eyes - one alive and kicking, the other marked by a whole lot of hurt. It's all thanks to that girl, the gutsy savior who defied the rules of our world. She pulled off some forbidden magic that night, desperate to save my skin. I'm instantly transported back to that moment. The smell of autumn leaves, distant wolf howls - it all floods back. As I'm standing there, I'm trying to grasp that memory of her face. It's like trying to hold on to smoke, you know? Slippery and hard to pin down. I can kinda sorta remember those eyes, fi
CHAPTER 4NIKLAUSI stood at the entrance of The Mayhem: School for Gifted, feeling the weight of the moment, like a ton of bricks on my chest. Today, the big shot, Alpha Skylar, head of the Alpha council, wanted to introduce me to the crew I'd be working with. I decided to slap on that custom-made fake eye, trying not to freak out the professors. I strolled past all the curious looks, heading in with purpose. And there he was, Alpha Skylar, looking all commanding and serious, like Negan from The Walking Dead. "Hey, Niklaus," he greeted, with his Luna Sparrow right beside him, radiating warmth compared to Skylar's tough vibe. "We've been waiting for you."Thanks, Alpha Skylar," I said, playing along. Then Skylar's eyes landed on my lonely self. "So, where's your Luna, Niklaus?" he asked, with a touch of concern. I let out a bitter laugh. "Haven't found her yet."That's a tough break," Skylar sympathized. "You hit 35 this year, and that's pretty late for an Alpha not to have a mate."I cou
CRYSTAL I stumbled into our cozy stone cottage, my head pounding like a drumline at a rock concert. The place smelled of herbs and earth, a familiar scent that offered a bit of solace in my skull-splitting headache. Alpha Skylar had given us this place when he took us in, a real solid move on his part. I couldn't help but think back to the day we joined Skylar's pack. Dad struck a deal, promising we'd keep our magic on the down low. It was a no-brainer, really. Beats the heck out of being out in the cold with no place to call our own. I took a good look around, the soft light through the leaded windows casting a warm glow on our homey setup. The place had character, no doubt. You could practically feel the history in those old wooden beams overhead. The fireplace sat there all quiet, no fire to be found. It was a stark reminder that my magic was off-limits. I couldn't forget that day our old place went up in smoke. My parents played it off as a dumb mistake, but I knew there was more
NIKLAUSChillin' in the tub, prepping for my first day at Mayhem School. I'm all set to take Mikael Salvador down, but can't shake off last night with Crystal. Man, my mind's racing and I gotta admit, things are a bit tense down there too.Last night with Crystal keeps replaying. She was wasted, pouring her heart out about some mate drama. The whole bar was watching her sob, clinging to me like a lifeline. I don't even know why I cared, but those prying eyes on her pissed me off. Tried to get her to call someone to pick her up—it was getting late. My wolf's getting possessive, and her light touch, it's messing with my head. Getting turned on amid her chaos, it's ridiculous.I picked up Crystal because she was having trouble standing. I knew where she lived from a background check, so I took her home, hoping her parents would be there. Turns out, they weren't. I had to get inside, but the door was locked. When I asked about the key, she grabbed my hand and led it to her back pocket. Th