Glory_Bliss_

A bond forbidden. A love destined by fate. A war that could tear them apart.

Elias, a fierce and battle-hardened warrior, has spent his life protecting his pack from the threats lurking in the shadows. But when he crosses paths with Lyria—a woman unlike any he’s ever known—his world begins to unravel. She is human, yet there is something otherworldly about her, something that calls to the beast within him.

Lyria has spent years running from a past she barely understands. Haunted by memories of a life she cannot fully recall, she is drawn to Elias in ways she cannot explain. But their growing connection places them both in danger. Ruthless hunters, ancient magic, and enemies long thought dead rise against them, threatening not only their love but the fragile balance between wolves and humans.

As secrets unravel and destiny takes hold, Elias and Lyria must fight against fate itself. In a world where love is a weakness and betrayal lurks in every shadow, will their devotion be strong enough to defy the forces determined to tear them apart?

moon's devotion

Maren's breathing was ragged, her body trembling. The poison was spreading fast.

Elias pressed a hand to her wound, but it wouldn't stop the damage. His jaw clenched. "We need to get this out of her system."

Lyria's mind raced. "How did they treat the others? The ones poisoned before?"

Elias shook his head. "They didn't. None of them survived."

Maren's eyes fluttered open. She grabbed Elias's wrist, her fingers weak. "Don't waste time… on me," she rasped.

But Lyria could see it—Maren knew she was dying. And Elias knew it too.

Lyria turned to the hunter's corpse. The blade still lay beside him, covered in dark poison. She crouched, carefully picking it up by the hilt.

"What are you doing?" Elias snapped.

She ignored him, lifting the blade closer to her face. The poison smelled… wrong. Bitter, metallic, laced with something unnatural.

Small, almost invisible etchings on the steel. Runes.

She looked up. "This isn't just poison, Elias. It's something else."

Elias's expression darkened. "What do you mean?"

"I think the hunters are using magic."

The air around them felt heavier. Even the wolves who had gathered nearby fell silent.

Magic. It was a word no one wanted to hear.

And worst of all—magic meant there was something bigger behind this war.

Elias took the blade from her, studying the strange markings. His grip tightened.

The battle was still raging in the distance, but the hunters were already retreating. Something wasn't right.

"They're falling back," Calder growled, stepping up beside Elias. "That's not like them."

Elias's eyes stayed on the trees, scanning the shadows. "No," he said quietly. "It's not."

A chill in the air. A shift in the wind. The kind of silence that made your skin crawl.

A figure stepped out from the trees.

Whoever they were, they weren't human.

Elias tensed. The wolves around him lowered into defensive stances, growling.

The figure stopped just outside the firelight. And then, a voice—low, smooth, dangerous.

And from the way his face went blank, his golden eyes dark with something close to rage

Someone he never wanted to see again.

The figure lifted a hand. And without another word

chapter 13:The Enemy's weapon