– PROPHECY-
The royal palace stood resilient under the silvery moonlight, a fortress of strength and unity. For days, the King’s allies had gathered, forming an army six thousand strong. Among them stood warriors from across the packs, each bringing their unique skills and fierce loyalty. Yet Magnus’s forces loomed in the distance, a menacing shadow of five thousand rogues and mercenaries—wolves with no loyalty but to chaos and coin.
Freya stood near the gates, her white wolf pacing within her, restless and alert. Daemon’s presence beside her was a steadying force, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the enemy advanced. The power of the ancestors whispered to him, their voices a constant hum that only he could truly hear. Freya’s gaze flicked to Tobias, standing apart from the others. His massive frame radiated tension, his blue eyes glowing faintly with the power he struggled to control.
The King’s voice rang out, clear and commanding, rallying his forces as the enemy drew closer. “Tonight, we fight not just for the palace, but for the survival of all packs. Stand strong. Stand together!”
A thunderous howl rose from the defenders, shaking the ground beneath their feet. Freya felt the threads of power beneath her skin hum in response, her tattoos glowing faintly as if alive. Lyra, standing nearby, cast one last glance toward the approaching forces, her expression unreadable. Freya caught the flicker of emotion in her eyes.
“You’re sure about this?” Freya asked quietly.
Lyra’s jaw tightened, her voice resolute. “Magnus is my past. This is my future.”
Freya nodded, respect mingled with relief.
The first wave of Magnus’s forces hit like a storm, wolves clashing in a chaotic dance of teeth and claws. Magnus’s mercenaries fought with brutal precision, their savagery unmatched, but the King’s defenders met them with equal ferocity.
Daemon moved like a shadow through the chaos, his voice steady as he directed their forces through the mind link. The whispers of the ancestors grew louder in his ears, their power rippling through him. With a guttural roar, he unleashed their strength, and the spectral wolves of legend emerged from the shadows, their glowing forms striking fear into Magnus’s rogues.
Liam and Zara fought side by side, their movements perfectly synchronised. Liam’s strikes were heavy and deliberate, while Zara darted between opponents with unmatched speed, her blows precise and devastating. Finn held a critical position, his shimmering shield protecting a cluster of younger fighters from the relentless onslaught. Despite the strain showing on his face, he refused to falter.
Kian stayed close to Tobias, his loyalty unwavering as he defended Freya’s mate from any threat. But something was different about Tobias. His strikes were more brutal, his movements more erratic, and the glow in his blue eyes burned too brightly.
The battle raged on, a storm of teeth and claws, blood and fury. Tobias fought at the heart of it, a towering force of strength and violence. His dark brown wolf was almost unrecognisable, his glowing blue eyes radiating an unsettling intensity. Kian stayed close, desperate to keep him tethered, but even through their bond, Tobias felt distant—untouchable.
Freya caught glimpses of him as she fought, her heart sinking with each passing moment. Tobias was striking with reckless brutality, his movements no longer guided by precision or control. Wolves….enemy and ally alike….recoiled from the savage energy radiating from him.
“Tobias!” Kian’s voice rang through the mind link, sharp and insistent. “Pull back! You’re losing control!”
But Tobias didn’t answer. He lunged at a rogue, his claws tearing through fur and flesh with a ferocity that was almost horrifying. He didn’t stop when the wolf fell, his massive form looming over the limp body as if searching for more destruction.
“Tobias, stop!” Kian’s voice cracked with desperation. “This isn’t you!”
Liam, fighting nearby, paused just long enough to see what was happening. “Freya!” he called, his voice tight. “He’s slipping—he’s not listening!”
Freya’s heart raced as she turned toward Tobias, her voice steady but pleading through the mind link. “Tobias, it’s me. Come back to us. Please.”
For a moment, Tobias froze, her voice breaking through the haze. His blue eyes flickered, the familiar warmth fighting to resurface. But then, like a storm overtaking the sky, the darkness surged back. He let out a low, guttural growl and turned toward another opponent, his strikes becoming even more unrelenting.
Kian leapt forward, trying to block his path. “Tobias, stop! You’re going to hurt someone—”
Tobias’s growl deepened, and for the first time, his gaze turned to Kian with something bordering on hostility. His massive wolf bared his teeth, a warning that sent a chill through Kian.
“Tobias…” Kian’s voice softened, trembling. “It’s me. It’s Kian. You’re scaring us.”
But Tobias didn’t answer. He lunged again, this time at a rogue who had barely stepped into his path. His claws raked through the enemy’s side, but it was the look in his eyes—feral, untethered—that sent a ripple of fear through everyone watching.
Freya’s breath caught in her throat. “Daemon,” she called through the mind link, her voice tight with panic. “I can’t reach him.”
Daemon, surrounded by the spectral wolves he had summoned, turned his gaze toward Tobias. He could feel the darkness suffocating his brother, an oppressive force that even the whispers of the ancestors couldn’t penetrate.
“He’s losing himself,” Daemon said grimly. “The Dark Wolf is taking over.”
Freya’s voice trembled, but her resolve hardened. “We have to save him. I won’t lose him, Daemon. Not like this.”
Before Daemon could answer, a chilling laugh cut through the chaos. Magnus stepped into view, his massive black wolf shifting back into his human form. His crimson eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he watched Tobias’s descent.
“How fascinating,” Magnus drawled, his voice carrying through the battlefield like a cold wind. “The Dark Wolf. I always wondered if the prophecy would be your undoing.”
Tobias’s growls quieted as he turned toward Magnus, his glowing blue eyes locked onto the man who now had his full attention. The tension in the air shifted, the battle seeming to pause around them as Magnus’s voice wove through the cracks in Tobias’s mind.
“They’ve turned on you, Tobias,” Magnus said, his tone low and insidious. “Freya, Daemon, all of them. They see you as a danger. As a threat. Isn’t that why they watch you so closely?”
Tobias’s body stiffened, his breaths coming in short, heavy bursts.
“They’ll never trust you,” Magnus continued, his voice smooth as silk. “Not while that darkness is inside you. But me… I understand it. I see your strength for what it is. A power they’ll never accept.”
For a moment, Tobias’s growls faltered, and his blue eyes flickered with uncertainty. The words clawed at his deepest fears, the doubts he had carried for so long.
“Join me,” Magnus said, stepping closer. “With your power, we could create something new. Something stronger. Free of their judgment. Free of their fear.”
The battlefield seemed to hold its breath, all eyes on Tobias as he stood frozen, the war raging within him visible in the tremble of his massive frame. Freya’s heart clenched, her voice breaking through the mind link. “Tobias, don’t listen to him. Please. You’re stronger than this. Stronger than him.”
But Tobias didn’t respond. In that moment Magnus had won—Tobias had been lost to the darkness.
But then Magnus turned his attention to Freya, his claws poised to strike her down, and the bond between them flared to life again, shattering Magnus’s hold. Tobias’s blue eyes blazed with clarity and fury as he surged forward, a primal roar ripping through the air.
“You don’t touch her!” he roared, his voice carrying across the battlefield like thunder.
The darkness within him surged, but this time, Tobias controlled it. He wielded it as a weapon, every strike precise and devastating as he drove Magnus back. Freya, weakened but conscious, watched as Tobias fought with a power she had never seen before, his love for her burning through the shadows.
Daemon seized the moment, summoning the full strength of the ancestors. The battlefield shimmered as the glowing wolves howled, their energy converging in a final, devastating blow. Magnus roared in fury as the spectral wolves descended upon him, their power consuming him completely. When the light faded, there was nothing left of Magnus but silence.
The battlefield fell still as the last of Magnus’s forces fled or surrendered. The King’s defenders stood battered but victorious, their howls of triumph echoing across the royal lands.
Tobias shifted into his human form, blood and exhaustion painting his face, and knelt beside Freya. Her breathing was shallow, but her eyes opened to meet his.
“I thought I lost you,” he whispered, his voice breaking.
Freya’s lips curled into a faint smile, her voice barely audible. “You never will. I love you.”
Tobias brushed a strand of hair from her face, his blue eyes softening. “I love you, Freya… Always.”
He pulled her into a kiss, tender yet filled with the strength of their bond. Around them, the team gathered
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