A group of vampires attacked Hera and the alpha. They didn't expected that to happened out of nowhere. The clash of fangs and claws reverberated through the clearing, a symphony of violence that echoed the tumult within Davien's heart. He fought not only for his own survival but for the chance to reclaim the woman he loved from the abyss that threatened to consume her.Hera, wearing her visage, moved with lethal grace, her attacks a dance of shadows and malice. Each strike aimed at Davien was a calculated move, an attempt to break his spirit and shatter his resolve.Davien, however, refused to yield. His movements were fueled by a mixture of desperation and determination, his alpha blood pulsing with raw power. He parried Hera's blows, his own attacks infused with the primal energy of a creature unwilling to succumb to the encroaching darkness.As the battle raged on, the guardians, once mere pawns in the game, hesitated. The twisted Queen Hera had demanded their loyalty, but the f

The growls that had emanated from him lingered like a haunting melody in the quietude of the forest. Hera, sensing the turmoil in her mate, gently tugged at his hand, urging him to halt beneath the moonlit. "Davien," she spoke, her voice a soothing cadence that echoed through the stillness. "I see the struggle within you, the battle between the alpha's blood within you. But you must understand, the wolf is not your enemy—it's a part of who you are."Davien's eyes, still aglow with the remnants of his primal power, met Hera's gaze. The conflict etched on his face spoke of a deep-seated fear, a fear that threatened to consume him from within."The power is intoxicating, Hera," he confessed, his voice a gravelly admission. "I fear losing control, becoming a danger to you, to us."Hera cupped Davien's cheek, her touch a reassurance against the storm raging within him. "Our love is a beacon, Davien. It's the light that guides you, even in the darkest of times. You won't lose yourself, no

Hera looked at Davien with love and admiration that she had for her alpha. She wanted to make the day fulfilled with the love that she was having for him. Perhaps, there is a lot of things that she wanted him to think about as well as she don't know what is the exact thing that she needed fire herself to live till to this day. "The prophecy, all of the mates that is being picked by the moon goddess, is by means the most accurate ones," Hera added. She was aware that the both of them has a lot of complications . There must be a way to make the prophecy look distorted. "You know how much you are willing to give yourself to me, Hera," Davien said. "Never make yourself feel that you are not having a lot of moments with me, make yourself feel happy in the smallest terms of life," Hera said, she just wanted to make him feel happy at any point of his life because he deserves to be happy. "Our love may be forbidden but we are loving each other without harming anyone from the pack or clan.

Hera's tears subsided, leaving behind a raw vulnerability that had never been on display for Davien. Her eyes, now red-rimmed and glistening, met his with a newfound depth, as if the dam of her past had finally breached."The one I swore to protect," she whispered, her voice trembling. "My best friend, Lyra, fell because I… I hesitated."A shard of ice pierced Davien's heart. The weight of her guilt, palpable across the distance, echoed in his own experiences. He knew the sting of that self-recrimination, the burden of the "what ifs" that could cripple even the strongest warrior."Hera," he murmured, pulling her closer, "you cannot blame yourself for the actions of others. Every battle carries its own chaos, its own choices. Yours was to survive, to fight another day."His words hung in the air, a delicate offering of comfort. Hera, however, shook her head, her body wracked by silent sobs."But there was more," she choked out, tears tracing fresh tracks down her cheeks. "I made a prom

Davien watched the shadows swallow Hera whole, her departure leaving a stark silence in the clearing. The pack, sensing the weight of the moment, fell into a hushed murmur, their eyes reflecting the concern gnawing at the alpha's heart. Though Hera's mission held the potential to bring closure to her past, the threat of the Vampire King's cryptic message loomed large, casting a long shadow over the Nightshadows' unity. The rival pack remained eerily quiet, seemingly content to observe from the periphery. Yet, within the Nightshadows, tension crackled like static in the air. Each rustle in the leaves, each distant howl, sent shivers down spines and fur bristling on necks.Davien kept himself busy, channeling his anxieties into strengthening the pack's defenses. He led rigorous training sessions, honing their reflexes and instincts, drilling them in formations that anticipated attacks from any angle. He also spent long hours huddled with the elders, poring over ancient scrolls and