Chapter.1
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Sera P.O.V
The Ashbone Pack was never quiet at night.
Even after the day died down and most wolves retired to their dorm. There would always be people lurking within the pack territory. A drunk guard stumbling between the dorms. Two others arguing in high-pitched voices near the eastern fence while sitting. The distant sound of someone's child crying and nobody caring enough to check.
This pack had beaten the idea of comfort out of me years ago.
I sat on a chair close to the bed. Inside the small room he and I shared. Putting on my sneaker shoes. Slowly. Carefully. The sound of my movements might wake him up. I couldn’t bear the thought of waking him up just to see that empty look of pain in his eyes again.
The bulb light from a lamp lit across the entire room, brightening up the surroundings.
My eyes moved towards the bed leaned against the other side of the wall.
William.
He was lying on his back. Completely still except for the slow rise and fall of his chest. His dark hair was damp with sweat. Stuck to his forehead in thin strands.
His face which had always been too bright. Too open. Too full of that stubborn bravery he always had. Now his face was tight even while he was unconsciously sleeping. Like the pain was buried within him so deep that even sleep couldn't reach it.
For over a year now. This bed had become his prison.
Three hundred and forty-one days to be exact. I remembered every single day because forgetting even one felt cruel.
I stood up slowly and sat at the edge of his bed. I reached out to his hands and wrapped mine around his.
His fingers were thin. Too thin for a sixteen-year-old boy who had once thrown a training spear farther than wolves twice his age. He had been a wolf with real fire in him. Quick on his feet. Steady in a fight. The kind of young wolf that senior pack members quietly observed because they knew something good was developing within him.
And then the attack happened.
The memory clawed at me instantly. The rival pack. The battlefield. The ancient curse that had been placed on him. Deliberately. Surgically. Like someone had chosen him specifically.
"Why William?" I had asked myself that question so many times that it had placed a groove in my mind. sixteen. He is just freaking sixteen.
I grabbed and held his two hands together. Squeezing them gently.
"I'm definitely going to break this curse." I said. My voice barely above a whisper. "I finally found something. A lead. I'll definitely work. So I have to try." I paused. "I'll do whatever it takes to save you."
He didn't respond. He hardly did anymore.
I held on for one more moment. Remembering the warmth of his hand. The sound of his breathing. The particular way the light fell across his face. And then, I let go.
I picked up my jacket from the hook near the door and wore it. It was a bit old but still in good condition. I wore it along with my long-sleeve t-shirt and tight-fitting blue jeans which showed off my curves.
"Well then. Looks like I'm dressed up and ready to go."
"You're really doing this?" My wolf's voice spoke through my mind. Nervousness threaded with the tone she got whenever she was about to say something completely unhelpful.
"Yes." I told her firmly. "Don't start."
"I'm just saying. You want to go to Ironveil pack territory by yourself. All alone. Have you thought about who patrols those woods?"
"I've hardly been able to think about anything else for these past two weeks Tala," I responded.
She is right though. Infiltrating another Pack's territory through the hidden passageways really is dangerous. But my options were limited. This is the only way I can get what I need.
"I heard strong guards patrol those woods at night, Sera." she continued. And I could feel her settling into my thoughts with worry that made me want to shake her off. "Powerful, Dangerous ones. The kind that—"
"Tala!!!!"
"What?"
"Enough already. I've already made up my mind."
She went quiet. But I still felt her presence. Still there but silent. That same worry is still on her mind on how dangerous this is.
I stepped outside.
The night breeze hit me almost instantly. Cold and sharp. Carrying the smell of pine smoke and damp earth. I kept my head down as I moved through the camp. Taking the longer path around the back of the communal dorms to avoid the main walkway.
It worked. Mostly.
I had almost past the healer's dorm when I heard a voice call out to me from behind.
"I see you're still wandering around at night like a little stray cat?"
I halted. My breath caught in my throat. After hearing that familiar voice. I turned around slowly to see the person's face.
Dara. One of the senior she-wolves under my stepfather's circle. The alpha of our pack. She's leaning against the wall of a house with two others beside her.
All three of them were looking at me with the same particular expression I had grown up seeing many times. Not that of hatred. Something lazier than that. Amusement mixed with disdain. Like I was something mildly entertaining to step on.
"Just getting some fresh air." I said.
"Mmmm." Dara's eyes moved over my body. "Is your brother still breathing Sera?"
The words stuck deep. It landed exactly where she wanted it.
"Yes." I refused to let my voice c***k.
"Awwww. what a shame." she said, and her friends giggled with laughter. And with them, she added her own laugh to the group.
I turned before they could see the anger burning across my face. I didn't run. I never ran from them. Running would have shown them that they had broken something inside of me. And I refuse to give them that.
But I felt my jaw tighten and my hands curl inside my jacket pockets. I kept walking until the lights of the dorms disappeared from my sight.
I finally let the tension leave my lungs.
"You should have said something back to her." Tala muttered.
"Saying something back would just waste the energy and time that I'll need tonight"
She didn't argue with that.
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After my long journey from the bus and walking through a few stops away. I finally arrived at Ironveil Pack's territory through the hidden passageways leading to the woods. The night had already taken whole.
The ground changed beneath my feet as I crossed into Ironveil territory. It feels firmer. Colder somehow. Like even the air had a different atmosphere to it.
The trees grew taller and thicker the more I walked. The woods fell unnaturally quiet. Less noise. More silence. Like the air itself had held its breath.
The kind of silence that only listened to whatever noise I alone was making.
I slowed down my pace. Then started observing my surroundings. The one useful thing my wolf had given me. Sharper vision in which I can see clearly even in the darkest of nights. I scanned the grounds. The treelines. The shadows between trunks.
Then I realised. For one dangerous moment. I had actually made it without being unnoticed by anyone.
I kept walking forward towards the eastern ridge. Keeping low. Stepping with care. And finally. I spotted the black rocks. It appeared exactly where Grethe said I would find them. My heart beat climbed above my chest.
I rushed and dropped to my knees. Searching through the undergrowth with careful fingers.
Dark soil. Wet leaves. Mud. I was searching through the dirt.
And then. there.
Tucked between two rocks. The wet moisture of the leaves shining due to the light of the moon, making them sparkle.
Moonveil Roots. I finally found them.
My entire body loosened with relief. I pulled out the small knife from my bag and began cutting the stems with steady hands. The way Grethe had instructed me. “Clean cut. Take only what you need. Nothing more.” Was what she said.
I was almost done when I felt Tala paralysed inside my head.
No. Not out of nervousness. But something that felt like fear. The way she only got when something genuinely dangerous was close.
"Sera." Her voice in my mind was barely above a whisper. "Don't move."
My entire body went rigid. My knife stayed against the stem. My eyes lifted slowly from the ground and moved towards the dark space between the trees ahead of me.
At first I saw nothing. Then I adjusted and squinted my eyes. Terror rushed through me like a title wave.
They were standing at the far edge of the tree line. Large and big. Wolves in their shifted forms. Each one a different colour. BROWN. GREY. DARK GOLD. They were positioned like hunger predators in the dark.
But it was what stood behind them that made my heart stopped for a moment.
Larger than anything I had ever seen. Taller than any wolf had a right to be. Black. Not dark brown. Not charcoal colour. But pure absolute black. Like something that had swallowed the night whole.
Then I saw its eyes.
Glowing blood thirsty red. We're fixed directly at me.
Even from this distance I felt it. The weight of its gaze pressing against my chest like a truck. Ancient. Dangerous. Every instinct inside me screamed danger.
"Tala," I called out. Even I could hear the panic in my own voice. "Who is that?"
But for the first time in her life, Tala had nothing to say.
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