Novels by ruthmoses741

The first thing Aria noticed was the scent of blood. It hit her the moment she opened the front door, a metallic tang on the breeze, sharp and invasive. The morning light filtered through the trees, painting shadows across the porch. But the air was too still. Too silent. She stepped outside slowly, barefoot, still wearing her what she wore from the night before. Something tugged at her gut, a warning from the wolf within. She followed the scent, moving toward the wooden fence behind the house. That’s when she saw it. A crow. No, not just a crow. Dead, hanging upside down from the top of the fence, wings outstretched unnaturally. Its eyes were missing, sockets scorched black. Beneath it, carved deep into the wood, was a single crescent moon split down the middle with a crimson streak of blood. Aria’s breath caught in her throat. It wasn’t just a threat. It was a message. Her fingers curled into fists. “He knows.” The red-eyed wolf. Whoever he was—whatever he had be

(Part 1) The wind howled against the window like a warning. Aria sat upright in bed, her senses alert before her mind fully woke. Something had changed in the air. It wasn’t fear exactly—it was presence. Like the forest outside had shifted in its sleep and something ancient had stirred beneath the soil. She glanced at the clock. 2:04 a.m. The pendant on her desk gave off a soft flicker of light. It hadn’t done that since the vision. She pushed the blanket off and moved toward the window. Her room was still, dark but not silent. Her hearing was sharper now. She could pick up the rustle of leaves, the cry of a distant owl... and something else. Footsteps. Deliberate. Light. Not human. She pressed her palm to the glass, eyes scanning the edge of the woods that framed the backyard. A figure stood just beyond the tree line. Still. Watching. Kael? No. Even from this distance, she knew Kael’s energy by now, commanding, electric. This figure felt… muted. Familiar, yet

(Part 1 ) The water lapped gently against her skin, steam curling upward like whispers. Aria lay motionless in the tub, her arms floating on the surface, her eyes fixed on the ceiling tiles above. The warmth helped ease the tension in her body—the aches from training, the sharp sting from the rogue’s claws. But her mind was a storm. She hadn’t been able to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard that voice again. “He remembers you.” And then the flash, his red eyes watching her bleed out in the snow. The man who killed her wasn’t a stranger. He had once stood at her side. Maybe even loved her. Her stomach twisted. She poured water over her shoulders, hoping it would wash away more than just dirt. But no amount of bathing could clean away the growing anger. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, pacing like a caged animal. Aria pressed her hand against her chest and whispered, “Not now.” The instinct settled. Barely. She stayed in the water longer than she ne

The forest air was sharp and heavy. Aria stood near the same ridge where she and Kael had shifted together just days ago. The moon hung low in the sky, bathing the clearing in pale silver light. Everything was still, except for the quiet burn beneath her skin. She’d been different since the rogue encounter. Restless. Stronger, but unfocused. Kael was quiet beside her, arms folded as he studied her face. “You’re getting closer to her,” he said finally. “Her?” Aria asked, confused. “Ariya,” he replied. “The wolf you used to be.” Aria looked away, her jaw tight. “I don’t remember enough.” “And that’s exactly why we need to start training,” Kael said. “You shifted fast. Quicker than any reborn wolf I’ve seen. But speed doesn’t mean control.” She met his gaze. “I’m not here to babysit your shifts or throw you into fights you can’t win. If you’re going to face the red-eyed wolf, if you’re going to survive, you need to know how to own your form.” Aria hesitated. “So thi

Aria avoided school for two days. Not because she was scared of being seen but because she didn’t know how to pretend anymore. Her senses were too sharp. Her skin too alive. Her mind kept drifting to that ring of ash in the forest... and the cracked pendant that now sat hidden beneath her mattress. But mostly, she couldn’t face Tasha. Not yet. How do you explain that you’ve been reborn as a mythical wolf and someone from another life is trying to kill you? Still, when her phone buzzed for the sixth time that morning with a message from Tasha “We need to talk. Now.” she knew hiding was no longer an option. She met her in their usual spot: a bench near the back of the library, where no one ever really paid attention to them. Tasha was already there, arms folded, legs crossed, eyes fixed like lasers. “You look like you haven’t slept in a year,” she said without blinking. “And you ran out of school like a crazy person. Then disappeared. Again. So unless you're in witne

They ran until the trees blurred around them. Aria had never felt so alive. Her paws crushed leaves and branches as she darted through the forest, each step guided not by thought, but by instinct. Her body was stronger, faster, more graceful than it had ever been. She was one with the forest now moving with the wind, breathing in its rhythm. Kael ran beside her, powerful and silent. Two wolves in sync. They didn’t speak, but somehow they understood each other, turning at the same time, slowing when the other slowed, speeding up as one. It felt like remembering how to breathe. It felt like home. Eventually, they stopped near a ridge overlooking the valley. The trees gave way to open sky, and below them, lights shimmered from town a small, distant, unaware of the two wolves watching from above. Aria shifted first, the change less painful this time, her body folding back into itself until she stood in the cool grass, barefoot and human. Kael followed moments later, emer