a public humiliation in the forest. She was no longer the broken creature that had to get up from her ashes under the cold gaze of the Renegat warri

nger prey, bu

training had been of incredible brutality, the permanent wounds which dotted his body were the testimony. But Elena had never given way. Each blow against her had strengthened

t, even feared it, but more importantly, they knew that it had been forged in the darkness of its own despair. And, in the heart of Elena, t

e borders of their territory. Rumors ran over the ruthless fighter who was able to destroy his enemi

ps even the glory of facing the famous gray warrior. They thought they could surpass her. But Elena knew, even before they crossed the edge of trees, they understood nothing

ed them. They had found it, but it was not she who was hunting, it was them. They we

ovices. Elena moved with disconcerting speed, dodging, striking, killing. Each movement was fluid, precise. In a f

mbling of adrenaline, but her gaze betrayed any emotion. She no longer needed to prove anything to anyone. Those who had tried to challenge her were nothing. Their bodi

usal to accept failure could accomplish. But under this ruthless shell, Elena still wore the scars of her past, those who never

d nothing more real. But now she understood that her name, her presence, their echo in the murmurs of others, had gained m

e day, could take revenge. One day, she would return to those who had rejected her, to the Alpha Leon , and she would show him that, far from abandoning it, she had be

And while she was standing there, in the declining glow of the day, surrounded by the bodies of those who had come t

ake a new identity, forged in pain and resilience. The members of the hidden pack now called him by a name which resonated as a warning: * nyx *. She had

er the weak soul who was fleeing suffering; She was the one who kissed her, had mastered her, and had shot unwavering power. And yet, deep down, behind this warrior shell, a feeling

enger, a lone wolf, appeared before her. His arrival was silent, bu

ne who had once rejected Elena, was cornered. He no longer controlled his own as in the past. A tournament would soon take place, a power tournament where each alpha could measure themselves to others to claim the domination of the pack. It was a brutal f

d change in attitude had taken place in him. He sought to regain his power, but he knew that he could not get there alone. And, in this context of c

isis, the alpha which had rejected it ... A heavy moment of silence preceded its decision. She knew what it meant. It was not only a chance to end his quest

of revenge, or staying faithful to what she had come, an independent warrior, out of all that? T

a call. A call to war, revenge, on the occasion of putting things in order. But Elena would not be guided by anger. She had learned to handl

r time, to choose her moment, and perhaps, that day, her name would become more than a legend. Maybe she would fina