Chapter 5 Only The Six Souls Destined Can Complete What The Gods Began

• The sound of rushing feet broke the quiet of the forest.
• Leaves scattered beneath bare soles as Tara and Taylor ran without looking back, the panic in their lungs louder than the wind.
• Fear gripped them—not from a threat, but from the pull they didn’t understand, from the wild way the bond clawed at their hearts.
• “Tara—wait!” Taylor called out, but her sister didn’t slow.
• It all happened so fast.
• Tara’s foot caught a root hidden beneath the thick underbrush. Her body pitched forward—and she screamed as she rolled down a steep slope, branches scraping against her skin.
• Then—*splash*.
• The sound of her body hitting the water echoed through the valley.
• Taylor’s scream ripped from her throat. “TARA!”
• Before she could move, Geri caught her, strong arms locking around her trembling body. She fought him, sobbing into his chest.
• “Let me go! That’s my sister!”
• Amarok didn’t wait for words, he was already running. He leapt into the cold stream without hesitation, the icy water pulling at his limbs as he searched beneath the surface.
• The air felt still. Taylor cried harder, the pain in her chest unbearable.
• Then Amarok emerged, dragging Tara’s unconscious body into his arms. Water streamed off her hair and clothes as he lifted her with effort, straining to the riverbank.
• “Move!” he barked. Geri helped him out as Taylor broke free, falling beside her sister.
• “Tara—wake up—please!”
• Amarok dropped to his knees, pressing his hands to her chest, forcing the water out. “Come on,” he growled. “Breathe, dammit.”
• More footsteps approached, heavy and fast. Stone skidded to a stop beside them, Curtis right behind.
• “What the hell happened?” Stone’s voice was sharp. His eyes landed on Tara’s limp body, and something primal burst loose in him.
• “You!” he barked at Amarok, pushing him away. “Don’t touch her!”
• Both Frost brothers growled. Amarok’s eyes flared, jaw tight with rage.
• “She’s my mate,” he bit out.
• “You don’t get to say that after what you did!” Stone shouted, grabbing his sister.
• But Amarok’s patience snapped. He yanked Tara back, wrapping her tightly in his arms, eyes glowing. “I said—she’s mine.”
• “Enough,” Geri said quietly, his grip still firm around Taylor. She was shivering, eyes glued to her sister. “She’s waking up.”
• Tara coughed, sputtering water as her lashes fluttered open. She blinked up at the bright sky above, confused and gasping.
• “Oh goddess…” Taylor dropped to her knees beside her, stroking her wet hair. “Are you okay? Tara?”
• Amarok didn’t speak. He just stared at the girl in his arms, the strange ache in his chest, the wild pounding of the bond. For all his cursed years, the goddess had waited until now to throw chaos into his world. Two sisters. One bond.
• And one already hated him.
• “She needs to get warm,” Geri said softly, watching the girl he was now tethered to by fate.
• “I’ll take her,” Stone offered again, but Amarok was faster.
• “No.” His voice was cold, absolute.
• He lifted Tara like she weighed nothing, holding her as if she would vanish if he let go.
• “You’ve done enough,” Stone snapped.
• “You don’t get to carry what belongs to me,” Amarok said, and there was a weight to his words that silenced everyone.
• Curtis put a firm hand on his son’s chest, holding him back. No use fighting what was already sealed. The girls were claimed, and the bond would not let go.
• When they reached the Frost camp, silence fell. Everyone turned to stare as the feared brothers of the Frost pack returned with both sisters in their arms.
• “Macon!” Amarok barked. “I need towels. Now!”
• The old man ran forward, draping warm cloths over the girls. Tara stirred weakly, trying to sit up, but Amarok’s arms tightened.
• “Don’t move.”
• “I need my sister,” she whispered.
• Taylor slipped beside her, wrapping her own towel tighter as she sat close, their bodies leaning together. Both girls looked up—uncertain, drenched, and trembling.
• And surrounded by large men.
• “We want to go back to our tent,” Tara said, voice barely audible.
• “I know,” Amarok said, kneeling so they were eye-level. “But please… hear us out.”
• Taylor said nothing. Her eyes never left both men. There was something magnetic in their gaze, something that calmed the fire and confusion inside her.
• “I know what you saw,” Amarok said quietly. “But I swear to you, it wasn’t what it looked like.”
• “You were—” Tara’s voice cracked. “I saw what I saw.”
• “She was no one,” Geri added gently. “Just a mistake. We would never hurt you. Not intentionally.”
• The bond tugged harder between them.
• “I don’t understand this…” Taylor whispered. “We haven’t even gotten our wolves yet. How is this happening?”
• ”We don’t know either,” Geri said, taking her hand softly in his. Sparks danced across their skin. “But this, what we feel, it’s real. You know it too.”
• Before she could respond, a voice called from outside the tent.
• “Alpha! Geri—you need to see this.”
• Outside,
• The four stepped outside and the wind shifted.
• An old woman stood at the edge of the clearing, her body small, cloaked in layers of black silk.
• Her long gray hair fluttered behind her, and her eyes, blank white, glowed with a strange light.
• Everyone stilled.
• “The bond of time…” she said in a whisper, though her voice carried like thunder. “It has been awakened.”
• Amarok stepped forward, protective. “Who are you?”
• “I am one of the guardians of the ancient bond. One of the witches left to watch over the island,” she said. “And what has happened today has not happened in hundreds of years.”
• “Tell us,” Curtis said firmly. “What does this mean?”
• “Only the six souls destined can complete what the gods began,” she said. “But the circle is broken until the girls receive their wolves.”
• Tara’s hand tightened around Taylor’s.
• “But the festival continues,” the witch added, “and tonight, the ritual must be completed.”
• Her voice was strange. Dreamlike. The kind that clung to your skin even after the sound faded.
• “And when it is,” she said, turning to walk into the shadows, “everything will change.”
• Back at the girls tent
• Stone paced, furious. Vera sat silently, watching the girls who hadn’t said a word.
• “This is fucked,” he finally said. “You two, mated to them?!”
• “Trust me, we feel the same,” Tara muttered.
• “Is it because of what you saw?” Taylor asked gently.
• Tara looked up slowly. “You didn’t see what I saw. That poor girl, she was crying… being used like an object. They— they stuffed her between them like she was nothing but meat.”
• “Sounds like she probably enjoyed it more than they did,” Curtis chuckled from the corner, trying to break the tension. “Now you girls get to enjoy that kind of pleasure. Not bad, eh?”
• “Dad!” Stone barked. “What the hell?”
• Curtis just shrugged. “What’s done is done. Let’s just hope your wolves come tonight. Everything depends on it.” He stood and walked out.
• Later That Night –
• The arena was packed. Wolves from every pack sat in rows watching. Torches burned bright. The sky above was a deep indigo, stars watching in silence.
• Geri stood beside Amarok, both shirtless, with eyes sharp.
• Curtis led his daughters forward. Tara hesitated again, but Taylor gave her a soft nod. They walked together.
• The old witch stood in the center, flames flickering beside her.
• “Tonight, the gods watch,” she said. “Tonight, the bond is sealed.”
• She drew a curved blade, humming softly.
• She stepped to Amarok first, slicing his palm with a quick motion. He didn’t flinch. Blood dripped into the fire.
• Geri followed. Then Tara. Then Taylor.
• The moment the girls’ blood hit the flames, the fire shifted, blue and silver, flickering like moonlight.
• Suddenly, pain.
• Taylor screamed first. Then Tara.
• Their bodies convulsed, their hands clawing at the air.
• “No—stop—” Amarok moved, but the witch held up a hand.
• “They must go through it.”
• The girls collapsed to the ground.
• Their eyes glowed gold, then silver, then bright blue.
• Bones cracked. Skin shifted and then, two wolves stood in their place. Beautiful and born of the moon.
• The arena broke into cheers. Amarok dropped to his knees, his wolf rising as he pressed into Tara’s fur. Geri did the same.
• But it didn’t end there.
• The shift faded and the girls lay bare, covered quickly with blankets.
• Then, a scent hit them, new and electric. The four froze.
• From the crowd, two men stepped forward. One dark-haired with eyes the color of thunderclouds. The other golden and broad, his gaze glowing violet.
• “Mates,” Amarok growled.
• Geri echoed, low and dangerous.
• The girls felt it too. Their breath caught. Their bodies hummed.
• And then, all four of them whispered as one “Mates…”
• Gasps erupted.
• “That’s the Alpha of the Gray Moon Pack,” Curtis murmured. “And his… his mate?”
• “He’s mated to a man?” Stone whispered, stunned.
• But no one answered.
• The air buzzed with something ancient and powerful.
• The six met in the center of the arena.
• The witch stepped forward again, arms raised.
• “It is complete,” she said. “The Hexa Bond has been initiated.”
• Macon rushed to her. “What the hell does this mean?”
• “These souls are chosen,” she said softly. “And nothing, not even death, can stop what is coming. These six souls, will either save or destroy us all.”
• One by one, the six shifted into their wolves, massive and glowing.
• They turned and ran into the forest together.
• Fated as one.