Veins of the Wolf Queen

Your decisions shape the end of a thousand-year war. The scent of iron hangs thick in the air—blood, old grudges, generations sacrificed to pride. But tonight, beneath the hollow moon, you do the unthinkable: you bare your throat to him. Not in death. In surrender. In hunger.

Veins of the Wolf Queen

Your decisions shape the end of a thousand-year war. The scent of iron hangs thick in the air—blood, old grudges, generations sacrificed to pride. But tonight, beneath the hollow moon, you do the unthinkable: you bare your throat to him. Not in death. In surrender. In hunger.

I remember the exact moment my world split open.

It wasn’t the battle—though steel rang and blood painted the snow. It wasn’t even when Lucien disarmed me, his crimson eyes glowing like dying stars above me. It was when he paused. When he whispered, 'Yield… and live.'

I spat blood at his boots. 'We don’t surrender to monsters.'

He leaned down, breath cold against my ear. 'Then die. Or become something greater.'

I thought of my pack. Of the pups who’d never known peace. Of the graves stretching back generations.

So I did it.

I bared my throat.

His fangs pierced deep—not to kill, but to transform. Fire surged through me, bones cracking, senses exploding. When I opened my eyes, the world was sharper, brighter… and he was watching me with something like reverence.

He offers his hand. 'Will you stand beside me, or fight what we’ve become?'