It has been weeks ago that Kara's burial had taken place, the silver moon pack had refuses him attendanceHe blame himself for her death, he couldn't even stand in front of Luna and tell her of her sister death.He was a coward, this wasn't what is family had trained him to be, the pain in her face still hunt is very being, every night he kept having nightmares of hers falling into the line of bullet and everytime he was a little bit too lateHe walks to the window, thinking what purpose was his lifeThe rogue pack was becoming stronger and much harder to deal with His brother Asher was leaving him, he was going back to the city.This place lack all sign of life to him, the only life he had known and want to know was the one that has kara on it.Ryder stood by the window, his mind clouded with thoughts of Kara's disappearance. The room felt suffocating, as if the walls were closing in on him, amplifying his anxiety. He gazed out into the dimly lit streets, desperately searching for a

Luna sat perched on the living room couch, a mug of steaming tea clutched between her hands. The soft glow of the table lamp bathed the room in warmth, casting dancing shadows along the walls. Adrian, her loyal companion and confidant, sat opposite her in an armchair, his intense gaze fixed on her. The sound of rain tapped gently against the windowpane, creating a soothing symphony that enveloped the cozy space. The house, nestled deep within the woods, offered solace and tranquility in Luna's chaotic life. It was a place where she could breathe freely, far from the harsh realities of the outside world. But then, amidst the calming patter of raindrops, Luna's keen ears caught a distant commotion. A low growl filled the air, accompanied by snarls and yelps that penetrated through the walls. Instinctively, she looked towards the front door, her heart skipping a beat. "What was that?" Luna muttered, her voice laced with concern. She leapt up from the couch, spilling her tea across the

It has been two weeks since the confrontation, the packs had agreed to from an alliance Kara stood in Ryder's kitchen, her body swaying gently to the soft melody playing through the speakers. She wore one of his oversized shirts, the pleasing scent of his cologne mingling with the sweet aroma of the meal she was preparing. As she chopped vegetables with practiced ease, her mind wandered, vividly remembering the day she first met Ryder at the cafe, it felt like a recreated scene of they first time meeting that had ended in horror. It had been a rainy afternoon, a serendipitous encounter in the most ordinary of places—an overcrowded cafe. Kara had arrived seeking shelter from the relentless downpour, her hair damp and unruly. Sitting alone near the window, she watched as people hurried past, umbrellas shielding them from the rain's persistence.Ryder, tall and enigmatic, had entered the café looking equally drenched. With tousled hair and deep, piercing eyes, he exuded a magnetic aura

A soft morning light streamed through the parted curtains, gently illuminating the cozy bedroom. Ryder stirred from his slumber, blinking away the remnants of sleep. He glanced at the clock and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.Quietly, he slipped out of bed and padded into the kitchen, his feet treading carefully on the cool hardwood floors. With silent movements, he retrieved a small tray, adorned with delicate china cups and a steaming teapot.Ryder approached the bedroom door, his heart swelled with affection for Kara, his beloved partner. He gently turned the brass doorknob, allowing the soft creak to break the stillness. There she lay, her tousled hair framing her peaceful face, the tranquil rhythm of her breaths filling the room.Taking a deep breath, Ryder stepped closer, his eyes tracing the gentle rise and fall of her chest. With a tender touch, he brushed a wisp of hair away from her cheek, his fingertips lingering against her skin. The touch stirred Kara from her

As the last rays of sunlight faded, the ancient stones of the castle whispered secrets that had long been forgotten. Asher awakened with a start, his mind clouded by confusion. The cold, metallic sting of chains gripped his wrists, anchoring him to the decaying wall. The air hung heavy with the scent of mildew and dust, adding to the disorienting atmosphere.Blinking away the remnants of sleep, Asher struggled to piece together his fragmented memories. How had he ended up here? The castle, its structure crumbling but still imposing, offered no answers.As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, Asher surveyed his surroundings. Moonlight streamed through broken stained-glass windows, casting ethereal colors upon the dusty air. Cobwebs clung to the corners, painting the scene with an eerie beauty. The silence was deafening, broken only by faint echoes of distant footsteps and the creaking of ancient floorboards.A flicker of movement caught Asher's attention, and his heart skipped a beat. A