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‘We finally know where our mate is.’
The voice echoed inside his mind-deep, ancient, and powerful.
Cerberus.
Damon closed his eyes briefly, feeling his wolf’s presence coil around his thoughts.
‘We have searched for her for a decade, Cerberus continued. ‘Since the oracle spoke.
Damon could still remember that day as if it had happened yesterday.
Ten years ago, the oracle’s cave had reeked of incense and blood. Her blind eyes had turned white as she spoke, her voice layered with something not entirely of this world.
The silver wolf will rise.
She alone will choose her mate.
And the one she chooses will hold the power to unite all wolves-pack-born and rogue alike.
That prophecy had changed everything.
From that moment on, Damon had searched relentlessly. Quietly. Carefully. He could not let the packs know what the rogues were building in the shadows. He could not let them know that the rogues were no longer scattered survivors-but a growing kingdom.
All Damon had ever wanted was peace.
Acceptance.
A future where rogues did not have to live hunted, starving, and nameless.
Right now, the world believes all rogues are violent, uncivilized beasts. But Damon knew better. His pack was made of broken wolves cast out for reasons that had nothing to do with loyalty or strength. Some had been banished simply for speaking truths their alphas did not want to hear, and some had been rejected by their fated mates and discarded like trash.
He had one rogue who was exiled because the alpha’s chosen mate did not want a reminder of what she had taken.
Others were victims of politics, jealousy, and cruelty disguised as leadership.
“They deserve a place,” Damon whispered.
They deserve a queen, Cerberus replied.
Damon opened his eyes, resolve hardening in his chest.
“If the silver wolf truly lived, Damon said quietly, his voice barely more than a breath as he stared into the darkness beyond the window, “and if she truly can choose her mate…”
The thought alone sent a ripple through him. For ten years, the prophecy had been a distant flame- something to chase, something to hope for. Now it was close enough to burn.
A deep, possessive growl rolled through his mind.
‘She will choose us.
Cerberus’ voice was absolute. Certain. There was no doubt in it, only conviction and the ancient confidence of a wolf who had never been denied what he claimed
Damon arched a brow, though Cerberus could feel the flicker of amusement beneath the seriousness.
‘And how exactly do you plan to ensure that, Cerberus?’ Damon asked calmly. ‘You know the prophecy as well as I do. She chooses. Not us.’
Cerberus snorted, the sound echoing through their shared mind. Damon felt the shift instantly. The image forming without effort.
A massive gray wolf stood tall in the mental plane, his fur gleaming like polished steel beneath an unseen moon. Cerberus lifted his enormous head high, chest puffed out with unmistakable pride, his glowing eyes alight with confidence bordering on arrogance.
‘Simple, Cerberus said, his tone maddeningly serious, ‘No matter how hard she tries… she will not be able to deny me!
Damon exhaled slowly, shaking his head. ‘That’s not an answer. That’s arrogance.
Cerberus’ lips curled into what could only be described as a smug grin. ‘Call it what you want. I call it certainty’
‘And what makes you so certain?’ Damon pressed. ‘She’s the silver wolf. The one the oracle said would stand above all others. She won’t be easily swayed by strength alone.
‘Strength is only part of it,’ Cerberus’ gaze sharpened. ‘She will feel us. Our power. Our loyalty. Our hunger to protect, to unite, to lead. She will see that we do not seek her for dominance, but for balance.’
The words carried weight.
Damon felt it then-the truth in Cerberus’ claim. This wasn’t about conquest. It never had been.
‘And if she resists?’ Damon asked quietly. ‘If she fears what we are? What do we represent?’
Cerberus stepped closer in their shared mind, his massive form lowering slightly, eyes glowing with something deeper than arrogance-something almost reverent. ‘Then I will be patient. I will wait. I will stand at her side whether she claims us or not. And when she finally looks at us… truly looks… she will know.’
A-boat of silence passed between them
“Damon felt his wolf’s confidence settle into him like armor.
You’re awfully sure of yourself, Damon murmured
I am a king’s wolf, Cerberus huffed. And she is a queen in waiting. Fate does not make mistakes
“Then let us hope,” Damon straightened, resolve solidifying in his chest. “that when she finally makes her choice… the world is ready for what follows.”
They won’t be, Cerberus’ growl turned low and satisfied. But she wifi.
Damon turned back to Conall, his expression once again the mask of a king. He ordered. “Prepare for the interrogation. When Dante arrives, I want every detail. No lies. No omissions.”
“Yes, my king” Conall said, bowing deeply.
“And Conall,” Damon added, his voice dropping dangerously low, “if Crimson Fang Pack played a role in this-whether by ignorance or intent, then this changes everything.”
The rogue kingdom had waited ten years for hope.
And he would not let that hope die quietly.
“My king, I just received a mind link. Beta Dante has arrived… and he is with the escaped wolf.”Beta Conall’s voice was steady, but there was something beneath it-something sharp and urgent.
Damon slowly lifted his gaze from the parchment spread across his desk.
Being the Rogue King was not as glorious as legends would make it seem. There were no golden thrones, no grand halls filled with banners bearing a proud crest. Thère was only stone, shadows, and the constant weight of survival pressing against his shoulders.
One of the greatest disadvantages of ruling rogues was isolation. Very few regular packs knew that rogues had formed something more structured-something resembling a kingdom. They assumed rogues were scattered, feral, leaderless wolves who rejected pack laws out of spite or madness. They did not know there was hierarchy. That there were deltas, gamma, beta… and a king.
Damon had ruled for many years, yet they still operated in the shadows.
And shadows bred suspicion.
The regular packs all fell under the authority of the royal family, led by Alpha King Talon Ravenwood. Damon had heard much about him. Fair. Just. Ruthless when necessary.
A dangerous combination.
If Damon were ever to approach the Alpha King for peace, he would need to tread carefully. Rogues carried a reputation soaked in blood. And Damon was mature enough to admit that not all rogues followed his command. There were still wild factions who attacked without reason or warning.
Those rogues were not his.
His rogues sought something different.
Acceptance.
Or so he believed.
Then came the news: a group of rogues had attacked a pack without his authorization..
And within that very pack… the Silver Wolf had been discovered.
Damon’s fingers tightened against the parchment.
For years, whispers of the Silver Wolf had drifted through both rogue and pack territories. A wolf born of starlight and prophecy. A wolf who could shift the balance of power. Some believed she was myth. Others believed she had died long ago.
Now she was real.
And his rogues had found her.
Damon leaned back slowly in his chair, eyes narrowing in thought. He did not know whether to curse them for their disobedience… or praise them for uncovering something the entire werewolf world had failed tofind.
“If Dante is here,” Damon said quietly, voice low and controlled, “then bring him to me.”
Conall bowed slightly. “Yes, my king.”
Moments later, the heavy wooden doors opened. Gamma Dante stepped inside, his posture respectful but tense. Behind him stood a figure cloaked in a dark hood.
“Remove the hood,” Damon commanded.
The air inside the room shifted instantly.
Gamma Dante stepped forward without hesitation. His hand caught the edge of the thick black hood and pulled it back in one smooth motion.
The rogue standing before them was bruised, blood crusted along the side of his jaw, his clothes torn from battle. His shoulders were broad, but they sagged slightly-not from weakness, but from the weight of what he had witnessed.
This was no captured pup.
This was a warrior who had barely survived.
“What is your name?” Damon asked, voice level.
The rogue swallowed before answering. “John, my king.”
His tone carried respect. Fear, too-but not the kind born from cruelty. It was the fear of a wolf who understood hierarchy… and consequences.
“Now, John,” Damon stopped directly in front of him, locking eyes with him, “tell me the truth. Who gave you the order to attack Crimson Fang Pack without my permission?”
The room grew still.
John inhaled slowly. “My king… it was my brother. He spoke to a wolf from within Crimson Fang Pack. That wolf hired us to eliminate one of his pack members. He gave us the location. The target’s cabin.”
“And you simply agreed?” A muscle ticked in Damon’s jaw, his voice lowered dangerously. “Without consulting me? Without informing my Beta? Without seeking clearance from Conall?”
John stiffened under the weight of his king’s gaze. “My king… we believed it was a simple mission. In and out. Eliminate one wolf and leave before dawn. The insider assured us the territory would be accessible. He even arranged for us to cross the border without detection.”
Conall’s eyes darkened.
“An insider,” the Beta repeated slowly.
Damon’s wolf stirred, displeased.
“You were granted access into another pack’s territory,” Damon said, his tone no longer calm but sharpened. “And none of you questioned it?”
John lowered his gaze briefly before forcing himself to meet his king’s eyes again. “We thought it was an upportunity, my king. Quick success. Easy resources.”
Damon stepped closer. “But that is not what happened”
“No, my king.”
The tension in the room thickened.
“Tell me what happened,” Damon ordered. A subtle pulse of his alpha aura rolled through the room-not enough to crush, but enough to remind.
“When we reached the cabin,” John straightened instinctively, and he began carefully, “a female stepped out.”
Conall’s brow furrowed slightly.
“She was waiting for you?” Damon asked.
“No, my king. We believe she sensed us.”
“Continue.”
“She came out armed with twin swords. Before we could surround the cabin, she charged.”
Dante shifted slightly behind Damon.
“A female wolf charged fifteen rogues?” Conall asked, disbelief clear in his voice.
John nodded slowly. “She didn’t hesitate. She moved like she had trained her entire life for battle.”
Damon’s eyes narrowed. “And?”
John swallowed. “She killed five of us within the first minutes.”
Silence slammed into the room.
Conall stepped forward. “Five?”
Gamma Dante’s expression hardened. “Did you bring pups to that attack? How does a single female take down five full-grown rogue warriors?”
John’s jaw tightened. “We were fifteen, Gamma. All mature. All fighters.”
“And?” Dante pressed when John hesitated.
John’s voice dropped. “She did not shift.”
The words seemed to echo.
Damon’s wolf stilled completely.
“She fought you as a human?” Damon asked, his voice dangerously calm.
“Yes, my king.”
A flicker of something unreadable passed through Damon’s eyes.
“She was fast. Precise. She moved like she could predict our strikes. Every blow she delivered was lethal. She did not waste motion. Did not panic.”
Conall’s disbelief slowly shifted into something else.
Recognition.
“One of us managed to inject her with wolfsbane,” John continued, his tone tinged with lingering shock.” We thought it would weaken her. End it quickly.”
Damon’s aura darkened slightly. “And?”
“She did not fall.”
