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The Five Howls of Fate

Chapter 4 Whispers of War

Word Count: 2301    |    Released on: 31/07/2025

er the day's lessons, found themselves lingering outside their parents' study. They hadn't planned it-at lea

hey strained to hear the low voices of Alpha G

her violet eyes darting nervously

as mischievous as ever. "Besides, don't yo

d, leaning casually against the wall

ver eyes narrowing. "I can't hea

ering forgotten as Griffin's deep

. "Azeala is growing bolder. She's already destroyed two neighboring

ed glance with Ridge. Azeala. The name was unfami

d what do you suggest we do? Go to war? Sacrifice li

rustration evident. "If we wait, she'll come to us on h

his sides. "War," he whispered, his voice

ed, his earlier bravado fa

d already piecing things together. "Someon

's birthday is in a month. They're about to experience their first shift. Do you r

aid, his voice firm. "If we don't act now, th

arely dared to breathe, their hearts pounding in unison.

en to them about the possibility of t

essings, if they come, could turn the tide in our favor. But it

n are strong, Griffin. I believe they will rise to

ing some of its earlier edge. "But hope alone won't p

e door, retreating down the hallway as quietly as they could. Once they were safely out of

usual bravado replaced by unease. "A wit

ks said simpl

his silver eyes blazing. "What ma

e tension in the air. "Father said it's only a m

inally spoke. "Do you think the Moon

s beyond what any normal werewolf possessed-had always been more

h it didn't reach his eyes. "I mean, look at us. If a

a small smile tugged at he

st shot back, earning a

a joke. We need to be ready. If there's even a chance that this

making sure we're at our strongest when

nally, something we

ared determination. The threat of Azeala loomed over them, a shadow they couldn't ignore

for the quintuplets-a place where they could be themselves, challenge each other, and prepare for the roles they'd someday fulfill. Today, the

hone their skills in private. Each of them felt a sense of

n the clearing. Ash rolled his shoulders, a confident smirk tugging at his l

arrowing. "Keep dreaming, big brother.

he and the others were watching. He was leaning casually against a tree, his a

head. "Nah, my money's on Ash. Sorry, Bro

aised an eyebrow. "You never have any fait

ievous grin spreading across h

led, his gaze fixed on

te, aiming a punch at Brooks's midsection. Brooks dodged quickly, his body twisting to avoid the blow, and he countered with a

let eyes focused intently on her brothers. "Don't let

ck, creating space between himself and Ash, his lean frame moving like wate

h interest. "But keep an eye on his shoulders!

brief glare. "Thanks for the help, Ridge," he mutt

gs fair," Ridge replied w

ipping past Ash's guard and landing a punch to his ribs. Ash grunted in pain,

he ground with a forceful throw. Brooks land

"Told you! Brooks, you really gotta

a determined look in his eyes. He didn't hesitate-he moved in again, this time aiming

ered, her voice filled w

his feet and grabbing Brooks in a bear hug, lifting him clear o

asked, his voice st

a sudden twist, he managed to free one arm, landing an elbow

rmination. Brooks's lip was split, and Ash's cheek was reddened

nd stepping forward. "You two are gonna end up b

d beside her. "This was supposed to be

both cracked a grin. "Yeah, yeah," Ash said, rubb

touched his split lip. "Same

ping a hand on Brooks's sh

, a grin on his face. "All right,

gleaming. "I will. I need to put you i

dened. "Oh, this

her fight with Ash, there was no brute force to contend with-Forrest was quick, unpredictable, and

because I'm tiny," Opal

"I wouldn't dre

ayful grin still on his face as he feinted a punch and quickly twisted to aim a kick at her side.

dge called from the side. "She

, his hands moving quickly, attempting to grab her wrist, but Opal was faster. She twisted her body, using his momentum

ith triumph as she stood over him. "Told you,

e. "You know, it'd be nice if just on

in that?" Opal re

a note of pride. "Good one, Opal. But don't get too

g onto Ash. "Maybe I'll get my chance

l smile. "That's enough for today. We need to stay focus

training returned, and Opal nodded, stepping away from Forrest and offering him a

aid, her tone softer.

g into something more serious. "We will be

trong, but we need to be more than that. We need to work together, lear

g the early morning light. "We're strongest as

siblings. "Then let's make a pact. No more holding back.

ing each of her brothers' in turn. They all nod

trees, casting a golden light over them. For now, they were ready. They would fight,

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The Five Howls of Fate
“Five siblings. One prophecy. And a witch with a vendetta that could shatter the very soul of their world. Born together under a blood moon, the quintuplets of Crescent Hollow were never destined for quiet lives. From the moment they took their first breath, the pack whispered of fate-of greatness, of ruin, of power too wild to be tamed. But none could have foreseen just how deeply the stars had etched these five names into the fabric of war, love, and legacy. They are the children of Alpha Griffin and Luna Lila-each one a howl in the night, a piece of a puzzle the gods themselves can't seem to solve. Opal is the only girl among them, but don't make the mistake of thinking that makes her the softest. She's steel wrapped in silk, a storm behind violet eyes. Born a leader, but unwilling to embrace a crown simply because it's expected of her, Opal is sharp-tongued and slow to trust. Her instincts are fierce and unyielding. While the others trained for war, she studied people-how they move, how they lie, how they break. She doesn't need brute strength to bring someone to their knees. Her voice is enough. But underneath the strength is a soul that's tired of carrying the weight of being "the one who must choose." Because when the witch comes-and she will come-it's Opal who must make the final decision: love or survival, sacrifice or damnation. The wrong move won't just cost her life. It could cost them all. Ash has spent his life wearing the heavy armor of responsibility. He's the one who wakes first, who stands tallest, who speaks last. Loyalty is carved into his bones, but so is guilt-because no matter how many battles he wins or enemies he slays, he can't protect everyone. Not always. Especially not from the things that crawl out of the dark and into their minds. Ash doesn't believe in fate. He believes in preparation. In discipline. In never letting your guard down. But when the world starts cracking around them, even he has to admit: something ancient is rising. And it doesn't care how hard he trained. It just wants his sister's blood. Ridge is the quiet blade. The shadow behind the strike. He's never been loud like Forrest or fiery like Ash, but don't mistake silence for softness. Ridge watches, absorbs, and then-when it counts-strikes with devastating precision. Wolves underestimate him. They call him the "muscle," the one who lifts more than he speaks. But Ridge has a mind for strategy that rivals generals, and a heart that beats only for his pack. What he hides, even from his siblings, is the growing rage inside him-the ache for justice. Brooks is the brain. The tactician. The one who always has a backup plan... and a backup for that one, too. Books were his first weapons, logic his armor. He's the type who calculates the angle of a blade mid-air and still finds time to debate ancient pack law over breakfast. But beneath the intellect lies a deep, pulsing fear: that no matter how many scenarios he prepares for, he'll never be able to outthink fate. Brooks understands magic better than he wants to. He sees patterns others miss. Symbols. Cycles. Rituals that once felt like stories now feel like ticking time bombs. The witch isn't just a threat. She's a puzzle. And solving her might be the only way to save the people he loves-if he doesn't lose his mind in the process. And then there's Forrest. The loudest. The chaos wrapped in charm and grins and duct-tape booby traps that probably won't kill anyone. Forrest was never meant to be predictable. He's the brother who jumps first and asks why midair. His mind moves faster than his body, and thatsaying something-because he moves like wildfire. He hides fear behind jokes, pain behind pranks, and when the darkness comes, Forrest is the one who tries to make the others laugh even as they bleed. But the thing about chaos? It sees everything”
1 Chapter 1 Echos in the Clearing2 Chapter 2 Moonlit Revelations3 Chapter 3 Lessons in Leadership4 Chapter 4 Whispers of War5 Chapter 5 Prophecies and Destiny6 Chapter 6 Wheels of Change7 Chapter 7 A Lesson in Respect8 Chapter 8 Lockers and Leaders9 Chapter 9 Gathering Shadows10 Chapter 10 A Witch's Pursuit11 Chapter 11 Twilight Talk12 Chapter 12 Leaving a piece behind13 Chapter 13 Night of worry14 Chapter 14 Whispers and warnings