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KANE’S POVLater that night, I found myself outside, walking the perimeter as I always did when my thoughts refused to quiet. The moon hung low in the sky, bleeding silver across the treetops. I thought of Ivy being alone, hunted by whispers, her every step shadowed by doubt. And though my heart didn’t ache for her, not in the way they assumed… something inside me stirred uneasily.I didn’t trust her, not entirely. But I trusted fate even less.The scrolls were clear. The Moonborne were celestial vessels, not mere wolves with gifted magic. They were tied to the fabric of the stars, and their deaths, violent and unjust could rupture the veil between worlds. The last time it happened, our ancestors spoke of rifts in the skies, beasts born of starlight and ash, entire forests swallowed in silence.The elders knew this. They were choosing to forget or they believed they could contain the chaos.Old fools.As I approached the western wall, I caught the scent of something acrid like a burnt

KANE’S POVThe council chamber was colder than I remembered, the ancient stone walls echoing every footstep as I entered. The low hum of whispered voices ceased the moment I crossed the threshold, all eyes turning toward me. The elders sat poised like sentinels of fate, their faces unreadable beneath heavy brows and furrowed lines etched by decades of vigilance.A weight settled in my chest, heavier than any armor I’d worn in battle. They did not call me here to commend my efforts or discuss scouting reports. This was something darker, something that threatened to fracture the fragile peace we had barely begun to stitch back together.“Sit, Kane,” the head elder said, his voice steady but laced with iron.I obeyed, the cold wooden bench biting into my skin, as the council’s gaze bore into me like sharpened blades.“We must speak of the Moonborne girl,” the eldest woman began, her voice calm but urgent. “Ivy’s presence has disrupted the balance of our pack.”I felt a surge of protectiv

The days that followed were a blur of whispered conversations and lingering glances. The Nightfall Pack’s unease was palpable, and I could feel the weight of their suspicion pressing down on me. Even the air seemed heavier, as if the very atmosphere was charged with tension.In the training grounds, the tension was palpable. Warriors moved with a calculated precision, their eyes flicking toward me with a mix of curiosity and caution. Derick’s presence was a constant thorn, his disdain for me no longer veiled.“Moonborne,” he sneered one afternoon, his voice low but carrying. “A title that brings more questions than answers.”I met his gaze, unflinching. “Better questions than blind obedience.”His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing more, turning away with a scoff. Kane remained distant, his presence a constant yet unreachable force. Our interactions were brief, professional, and devoid of the warmth that once lingered between us. I couldn’t help but wonder if the bond we shared was f

IVY’S POVI’d never felt more seen… or more alone.The stares weren’t always obvious. Sometimes they lingered a second too long, other times they were so brief I questioned if I imagined them. But I wasn’t imagining it. The whispers, the careful silence when I entered a room, the weight of eyes when my back was turned. The Nightfall Pack was wary of me, wary of what I’d become.Or maybe… of what I’d always been.And Kane, he’d changed too.He no longer sought me out, no longer looked at me like I was the girl who had once crashed into his world. Now, he looked at me like I was the storm itself.He was colder, more measured, always watching but never reaching. Even when we shared the same space, breathing the same air, it felt like a chasm stretched between us. I couldn’t touch him. Not really.And maybe that was the cruelest part of all.The air in the training grounds was thick with tension. Warriors sparred in silence, sweat-slicked bodies moving through precise, calculated motions.

IVY’S POVThe wind had changed.There was no howling or thunder to warn of it. No prophetic murmur from the stars. Just a subtle shift in the way the trees leaned into each other, the way the silence clung too long to every space I walked through in the Nightfall Pack. It had only been days since our return from Silvercrest, but already everything felt… different.Especially him.Kane didn’t touch me anymore. Not even in passing. His presence, once a furnace at my back, now burned at a distance. I’d catch him watching me sometimes, his gaze hard, unreadable, the ghost of some inner war shadowing his expression. But when I turned to meet his eyes, he was already gone. Or worse, he looked through me like I was just another soldier under his command.He’d changed.And I knew why.The truth, the whole ugly, shining truth still echoed in my bones. I was the last of the Moonborne, descendant of a line he had sworn to destroy. A line his father had hunted to extinction. A line that now lived

KANE’S POV I found Ivy training again the next morning, shirt clinging to her back with sweat, silver sparks flickering in her eyes. Her body moved with new control, new power. The kind that came with knowing who you were. She paused when she saw me, wiped her face with a cloth, and offered no greeting. I stepped closer, unsure what I was even going to say. But she spoke first. “They don’t want me here, do they?” My breath caught. “Some of them don’t. That doesn’t mean…” “It’s okay,” she said quickly. “I’m not surprised.” Silence stretched between us “But are you one of them, Kane?” Her voice cracked just slightly. “Do you want me here?” I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know. My instincts screamed to protect her. My wolf howled at night, restless and drawn to her. But every time I looked into her eyes, all I saw was my father’s death, his voice, the pain in his eyes when he told me stories of the Moonborne raids, how their magic tore through our lines like w