Hated but Fated: Nova's Destiny.

ick with the scent of impending bloodshed, and a deadly silence gripped the night. Without warning, the stillness wa

hless precision. Teeth and claws flashed in the moonlight as they ripped through the Peak Pack's sentinels, who bare

cries for help drowned out by the thunderous growls of the invading wolves. Chaos erupted as the bat

eaming with cold satisfaction. His presence was like a dark cloud looming over the battlefield, his aura of dominance

tearing through flesh. The ground was slick with blood, the stench of death rising into the night. Shouts of angu

violence, a single voice cut

s the battlefield. The warriors, in mid-attack, froze, their jaws still dripping wit

egan to shift. His bones cracked and reformed, his body twisting until a monstrous wolf stood where the man once had been. The enormous black wolf, its fur

ruins of her den, her small frame bruised and bloodied. Along with several other survivors, she was thrown into a cold, damp cell beneath t

e weight of her new reality settled in. The Peak Pack had fallen, and she

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f sleep from her eyes. She was still in the same position she had fallen asleep in-her back pressed against the cold concrete floor, knees tucked up toward her chest. It wasn't the mos

nto the same uncomfortable position on the floor. Nova couldn't imagine surviving without her. It had been three weeks since they met, back whe

led the air. Usually, the cell reeked of hay, but now it was tainted with something far more disgusting. As the guards approach

Emma, despite her Alpha blood, was no exception. They both made themselves as small as possible, though it was harder for Emma. She had been trained her entire life to lead, to be an Alpha. The filth, the humiliation o

heir laughter echoing off the stone walls. They weren't wrong, Nova thought bitterly. They were

far too small to be shared among so many. But then, something unusual happened-another loaf was thrown in, making two. Emma, quick as lightning, sprang fro

ova. Nova squeezed Emma's hand in gratitude, her stomach growl

ied to the second's question. "Keeping them locked u

to the night her parents were killed, how he had brutally ripped their heads from their bodies. Though she hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes, she had felt it-their deaths rippling through her as the last strands of their

on her back beside Nova, both of them staring at the

ith longing. "I always wanted to travel, to see the human world. I wanted to live among th

ma asked, curious. "The Peak Pack was one of the mos

said, still smiling at the thought. Emma looked at her sideways, while Nova kept her gaze fixed o

f forms and run together during the full moon. We called it the Eclipse. In our pack, we believed the moon goddess favored us mor

the hug was more for Emma or for herself, but it didn't matter. "That bas

the few things that kept them sane in the grim reality of the cell. Emma told Nova about her first time riding a

cell. It was the only way they could keep the nightmares at bay. In Nova's mind, the concrete floor melted away, and she imagined

r goodnights. Nova closed her eyes, hoping that wh