Return of The Blood Wolf: Ashes Rise

Chapter 19 - Draegon

The days that followed the night of Avalor's announcement had been a tumultuous whirlwind. I navigated the intricacies of pack life, aware that I was not yet a high-ranking member. My arrival had stirred up a mixture of curiosity and skepticism among the pack members, which left me with the daunting task of proving my worth.

Phoenix's words from our encounter by the moonlit stream still echoed in my mind. Her confession had revealed a vulnerability that intrigued me, and the mysterious connection between blood wolves fascinated me even more. Yet, I had to tread carefully, as I knew that my true intentions and ambitions were hidden beneath a veneer of charm and diplomacy.

As the days turned into weeks, I focused on forging alliances within the pack, building trust and rapport with those who were willing to accept me. I made it a point to stay away from Phoenix, aware of the turmoil that swirled around her after Avalor's decision to name me as a potential beta.

But no matter how hard I tried to distance myself from her, I found my thoughts returning to Phoenix again and again. Her fiery spirit and determination were captivating, and I couldn't help but wonder about the depth of our connection. It was more than just the mysterious pull of a fated mate; it was an unspoken bond that called to me, urging me to seek her out.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the world was bathed in twilight hues, I felt an irresistible urge to see Phoenix. It was as if an invisible thread connected us, pulling me closer to her with each passing moment. I knew I had to find her, to be near her, even if it meant risking exposure and suspicion from the pack.

Quietly, I slipped away from the pack's communal area, my instincts guiding me toward the place where I believed I would find her. The forest was alive with the sounds of the evening, the air rich with the scent of pine and earth. My senses were heightened, and every rustle of leaves and whisper of the wind seemed to lead me closer to her.

Finally, I saw her silhouette by the moonlit stream, the same place where we had met before. She was standing there, her back to me, her figure illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. I approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her.

"Phoenix," I called out softly, my voice a mere murmur in the night.