Shadows of the Wolf's Awakening

ind an eerie stillness. Her breath fogged in the cold air, and the scent of pine and earth seemed almost suffocating. The vast emptine

r. Her wolf, once dormant, now thrashed beneath the surface, demanding to be unleashed. It was a feeling unli

tered under her breath, though the wo

h she couldn't deny: she was different. And now, more than ever, the pieces of her identity were beginning to fall into

t did t

e been hidden was now right at the surface, ready to break free. She wasn't sure how to harness

them to her sides, her skin tin

animal within as it was about controlling it. Seraphina had never undergone a shift before. She had always been told that she was not st

her Alpha still stung, but the power coursing through her made it seem insignificant. The pa

cracking. A cry escaped her lips, but she gritted her teeth, forcing herself to remain g

ivid. The snow beneath her feet was cold, sharp. She could smell the earth, feel the pulse of the forest around her as though it we

ft was

ilver, shimmering under the moonlight that broke through the canopy above. The wolf was her-she could feel it i

a whirlwind-she could hear the distant rustle of leaves, the sound of a nearby stream, and the faintest he

orm, the question sti

but it was also overwhelming. She needed answers, but she didn't know where to find them. The Lycan King had offered his

u are, do you? There was something about him-something that both intrigued and unsettled her. His offer to help wasn't just about unlocking her powers;

her with more que

tuary, her place of peace. It was here, alone, that she could

leaves. She froze, her body tense, her ears flicking toward

still, letting the forest guide her. The scent on the wind was fam

. It was strange. There were no other packs in this pa

she s

ri

art st

ed her. The man who ha

orest, she could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands clenched at his sides. He was alone, but

s sea

r

ck. The rejection still burned in her chest, a wound that had only begun to heal.

locking onto hers, and for

mured, his voice ho

leave him behind once again. But she couldn't move. The power of t

Dorian continued, his voice tinged with r

l the wound he had left. The memories of his rejection, the coldness in his eyes, flooded her mind. She h

o me now," Seraphina growled

a step forward, then stopped. "I was wrong. I know

nside her. The anger, the pain, and the confusion were still there, but there was somethi

she felt the primal urge to take control.