I stood amidst the pack, my imposing figure casting a shadow over the doubting faces before me. A torrent of unwavering confidence pulsed through my veins, electrifying every fibre of my being and igniting an inner fire that burned with indomitable strength. The whispers of doubt that hung in the air did not escape my keen senses, but they only fuelled the fire withing me to face the challenge head-on.Alyssa is the first one to step forward, her voice trembling with confusion, I met her eyes with unwavering conviction. "Why did you blindfold yourself?" she questioned, her uncertainty hanging in the air. Her words echoed the concerns of many others who had faltered in embracing my methods. “This is a meant to be a training session not some game for your amusement!”Luca, his scepticism simmering just below the surface, joined in the questioning. His words were laced with a hint of mistrust as he voiced his doubts. "Exactly! It feels like a reckless display of power rather than a strat

The air in the training grounds was thick with an electric charge, a tangible manifestation of the crackling tension between us. It seemed to cling to my skin like a veil of uncertainty, sending shivers down my spine. The atmosphere hummed with anticipation; every breath heavy with the weight of Lucian's piercing words.As I stood there, the sounds of distant birdsong and rustling leaves became muffled, drowned out by the thunderous pounding of my own heartbeat. It throbbed in my ears like a relentless drumbeat, amplifying the intensity of the moment. Each beat seemed to echo with doubt, a haunting reminder of my vulnerabilities. I search Lucian’s face for any flicker of doubt or vulnerability hoping to find a crack in his seemingly impenetrable facade. But to my frustration, his features remained composed and unyielding, as if he had already anticipated the impact his words would have on me.I could feel the tremor in my fingers, an involuntary response to the tumultuous emotions swi

I could feel the surge of determination coursing through my veins as Luca's retreating figure vanished into the distance. Every fibre of my being urged me to chase after him, to confront the simmering tension head-on. I clenched my fists ready to go after him, but before I could even take a step, a firm grip wrapped around my arm, halting me in my tracks.It was Lucian, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and caution. "Lyra," he said, his voice steady yet laced with urgency. "Let him go. The more we force him to participate, the more he will resist."Confusion and frustration intertwined within me as I struggled to process Lucian's words. Luca's animosity towards Lucian and the Lycans was no secret, but my eagerness to bridge the divide had clouded my judgment."But we can't just let him walk away," I protested, my voice filled with determination. "We are a pack; we need to do this together."Lucian's grip tightened slightly, his unwavering eyes piercing into my soul. "I understand”

I descended the staircase, each step echoing through the dimly lit hallway. The anticipation and urgency weighed heavily on my shoulders, an invisible burden that propelled me forward. My mind buzzed with the need to find information about Selene, to unlock the secrets hidden within the dusty tomes of the library.Selene's curse gnawed at my soul, a constant reminder of the darkness that threatened to consume me. It whispered in my ear, urging me to dive deeper, to seek answers that could break the chains that bound me. With every passing moment, the urgency grew stronger, intensifying the shivers that ran down my spine.At the bottom of the staircase, Asher leaned against the railing, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, oblivious to the storm raging within me. I plastered a facade of casual curiosity across my face, hiding the turmoil that churned deep within my being."Ready for a trip into the depths of knowledge?" he asked,

Lucy's determination radiated through the air, tangible and electric. Her fingers danced delicately across the library shelves, her gaze like an arrow seeking its elusive target. Book after book blurred in her relentless pursuit, her eyes darting from one weathered spine to another. I stood beside her, captivated by her unwavering resolve, feeling the tendrils of curiosity tightening their grip on my own consciousness.Time stretched, each passing moment amplifying the tension in the air. And then, as if guided by an invisible force, Lucy's hand halted, trembling in anticipation. Her fingertips trembled above a weathered tome, tucked away amidst its companions on a lower shelf. With cautious reverence, she grasped the aged book, her touch gentle yet purposeful. The cover, bearing the weight of time, whispered secrets in faded ink: "Moonlight's Veil: The Tragedy of the Lycan Lord." The words etched in the worn leather sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of foreboding and eager antic