Chapter 27 - Realization Sitting by the river where I first shifted, I think about the note, about the Soulless who’s life was taken because of the cruel message my brother wanted to send to me. No wolf deserves it, deserves to be nothing more than an instrument of war. A war that is coming in just a few short weeks. “Crystalline?” A voice calls out, the owner coming into view from the thick forest behind me. His eyes scan the area until landing on me, the wolf coming to the river bank and taking a seat beside my curled up frame. “I needed a moment alone.” I mumble, resting my head on my knees. Narin sighs, bringing me to his side for a hug as we watch the water tumble over the rocks below. “Albot called Matrix. To think you created a pack and left that hyper wolf in charge to take over this place.” He chuckles out, a bubble of laughter escaping my lips. “I always planned to take the Royal Pack. Astraea w

Chapter 29 – Allies Arrivals The scent of my mate wrapped around me is something I have yet to get used to as Albot and I find ourselves once again in the council room. Everyone now knows he is my mate, seeing as four days have passed since we claimed each other. Four days spent finding a moment hidden away in the shadows of the palace halls just for the two of us between training, planning and preparing for the war that is to come. I proudly sport my mark, weaking necklines that reveals I am taken for all to see. Supressing a yawn, I focus on what Lester is saying, how the Guards, Warriors and Soldiers are training under Daniel. I smile at the pack mate of mine, happy that he took the position when offered it. “I have some news of allies.” Narin sighs out once Lester finishes. Today is an update of which packs being able to fight with us and their estimated arrival to the palace as well as which packs are unable to send aid, having to rebuild their own

Chapter 31 - A Sense of Normalcy Throwing Amberle over my shoulder, I smile triumphantly as the fiery haired she-wolf lets out a wince. For the past two days of training and meetings, she has teased me about Albot and our matting. How she expects to have her band of nieces and nephews grow soon after the war. This has just fueled me to want to kick her ass even more. “Geeze Crysta, go easy on me.” She groans out, pushing herself into a sitting position as she eyes me. “Are you going to stop teasing me?” I ask instead. “And ruin my fun, nope.” “Then I guess you are going to have to get used to finally having your ass on the ground all the time.” I shrug, getting a playful growl from the Alpha wolf in response. I roll my eyes, holding out my hand and helping Amberle to stand. Although I have been besting the she-wolf, I still sport a few scrapes and bruises myself from sparing with her. “So

Chapter 33 – The Final Battle The sounds of muffled footsteps behind me both in wolf and fur form reminds me that the final battle is only moments away. The sky is fading from the indigo of night to a darker blue with hues of red, purple and pinks on the horizon. [Remember to keep the link open to receive orders.] I hear Albot state through the open link, a resounding “Yes sir” from the hundreds of wolves joining us in this battle replying back. I smile, already seeing how great a King Albot makes. Once this war is over, I can plan his coronation and then together we can plan a wedding. It isn’t long until we make it to the meadow, the flower buds still closed waiting for the right time to bloom. I think back to the first time I met my father, watching the scene of my adoptive mother finding me in this verry field as well as the memories I have of the two of us running around and picking these flowers to decorate the palace halls. Now on the edge of the meadow, I can see Coro on

Chapter 35 – The Royal Family Bright light forces the darkness to fade and I find myself standing in the field of moon flowers I had just fought in. There is no signs of war before me and I wonder if what happened was a dream. “I see you are awake.” A voice I have longed to hear once more calls out. Turning around, I find my father leaning against a tree, his eyes filled with warmth. I rush to his side, my father pushing off from the tree to catch me in his arms as he hugs me tightly to him. The scent of the moon is on him and I smile, feeling the comforting embrace of a parent calm me. “You did good my pup. I am proud of you.” He whispers, stroking my hair. All I can do is nod, my voice constricted as I allow the tears to flow down my face. “Am I dead?” I finally am able to ask after some time has passed. “No. You are just in the in-between right now as your body heals. Now you have some people that want