A loud knock on my door woke me up from my drowsy state, I was unwilling to get up from the bed and whoever was knocking seem to be doing it for courtesy as they gave up and came in instead. Ari walked in with an expressionless face."Asher got orders for you," her voice flat, she wasn't in a good mood.The last thing I wanted was to get dressed for an audience with the imperial jerk of Silver pack, "Can't he come tell me himself?""You want him to come tell you himself?" Ari's voice held a hint of surprise as she couldn't believe I actually said that, "That wouldn't happen. I already received the orders on your behalf.""And what did it say?" I sat up with a grunt, I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. "He asked for me to train you," she took a sit on the bed. "Apparently you're too weak and need strength.""Strength for what? And I'm pretty strong already. You saw me fight that- girl in the training grounds, didn't you?" "That doesn't concern him and I'm just following o

Asher's P.O.V3 months ago...It was winter and the trail I left behind was filled with blood, my head was fuzzy and it kept warning me to take a break but I didn't care to listen.One of the heads I was holding fell out of my grip and rolled off in front of me, the eyes looked alive and stared at me in horror. Perhaps it was because I just ripped it off its body a few minutes ago but I don't care.I continued walking down the path I chose with no idea of where it led to, I just wanted to get out of this bloody sin I had created.The road was endless, I wanted to get home and sleep. I wanted to let my woman know I had eradicated almost all of her enemies, I wanted her to not know fear any longer because of them.Because of the warlocks who killed her child, the warlocks who defiled her even at the moment of death. My woman needs not to know fear, my mate needs not worry about anyone or anything desecrating her any further.They had taken her away from me and made me feel weak and inc

Asher's POVFor the past four years, I've dreamt of doing this.For the past four years, I've dreamt of killing the warlock that killed my mate. I have envisaged it uncountable times of how his head will roll.I've waited long enough, and finally. I've been waiting silently but to think I wouldn't be as happy as I imagined meeting him would be.I finally met her killer but it wasn't a warlock, just another werewolf that can't even be considered to be on par with me. They fooled me, they used me to eradicate a race. I wouldn't forgive them."Who did you say you killed?" I would love to convince myself I didn't hear properly.Lukas, Emily's father stepped forward, his voice strained. "Asher, listen to me. We didn't…"But before he could finish, I lunged. My vision was clearly blinded by anger, a grey wolf jumped in front of me in a pathetic attempt to stop me. I didn't have time for this.A horrifying scream ripped through the air as my wolf slammed the tiny wolf against the wall. The s

Three days. Three agonizing days I've spent with my father holed up in the cramped cave, our once vibrant lives reduced to a desperate struggle for survival. The forest, once a source of peace and tranquility, now felt like a prison, every rustle and chirping of birds amplified the fear in me.I had long lost hope but Dad felt like something was going to happen, the hope he had clung to, was starting to flicker and fade. The weight of our predicament pressed heavily on me. I missed the warmth of a bed, I missed being in a pack, the camaraderie, the feeling of belonging. Now, we were rogues, hunted fugitives living in fear and uncertainty.But everything has worsened in the past few days, something had taken a toll on Dad, more so than I had initially realized. The lines on his face seemed deeper, his once vibrant eyes dull with fatigue. Most alarmingly, streaks of silver were rapidly replacing the dark brown of his hair, an unsettling sign of accelerated aging.I woke up this morning

Emily's POVThe Moon Shadow pack was everything the Silver pack wasn't. Here, amidst the towering pines, a sense of peace pervaded. No tense greetings, no sneering glances, just a quiet acceptance that felt impossibly foreign.Yet, despite the change in scenery, a part of me remained firmly rooted in fear. The memory of bitter warriors and icy stares still lingered, making it hard to fully relax. I accepted their food, their clothes, their shelter – all offered with an unusual gentleness. Elara, the silver-haired warrior who seemed to hold a position of authority, had shown me to a comfortable shed nestled within the mountainside. The soft fur lining the floor offered a welcome haven, a stark contrast to the cold stone cave I had shared with my father.But even here, in this feeling of calm, I couldn't escape the feeling of loss. My father, my brother– all memories now etched in the halls of my past. The life I knew, the one where laughter mingled with the howl of wolves echoed throu