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SofiaWhen I woke again, sunlight had already crept through the tall windows. For a moment, I lay still, the events of last night fragmented in my memory. My body felt lighter, as if the strange heaviness of the night before had been only a dream. But the warmth beside me was genuine.Theo still slept, his arm resting across me, his face tilted toward mine. His features were softened in sleep, but the exhaustion was plain—the faint shadows beneath his eyes, the way his brow furrowed even in rest. Something stirred inside me, something I couldn't explain. Almost without thinking, I lifted my hand and brushed my fingers along his cheek.His skin was warm, rougher than I expected. The gesture was simple, but it sent a rush of heat to my face. What was I doing? He looked so tired and burdened, yet my heart fluttered as if it had been waiting for this moment.Then his eyes opened.I jerked my hand back as if burned, scrambling upright. "—I-I was just—"Theo blinked, disoriented, then a sma

TheoI carried Sofia back to the manor, her body limp in my arms. Her weight is compared to the weight pressing on my chest. I laid her gently on the guest bed, brushing damp hair strands from her pale face. Her breathing was steady, peaceful at last, but the silver glow surging through her earlier haunted me.She wasn’t just a wolf. She wasn’t like me or any of my kind. The word returned to me like a curse and a prayer: Moonborn. I had seen strength in her that belonged to no ordinary wolf or human. She was something else, something the old scrolls had only whispered about.I pulled a chair beside her bed and opened my laptop. Messages flashed across the screen as I reached out to every connection I trusted—elders, scholars, contacts outside my pack. Find me everything you can about Moonborns. I sent the request again and again. Someone, somewhere, had to know more than these fragments of lore.But no answer came quickly. And so, I stayed. I couldn’t leave her alone, not after what I

SofiaTheo carried me back inside after the fight, his grip steady despite the cuts still bleeding across his arms. My body shook, not just from the attack but from the strange power that had poured through me. My hands still tingled, faint traces of silver light glowing beneath the skin.He set me gently on the bed. “You need rest.”“I don’t understand,” I whispered, clutching my arms. “That thing… me… what happened?”Theo’s jaw tightened. “You’re safe now. That’s all that matters.”“No.” My voice cracked. “Theo, don’t lie to me. I’m changing. I felt it. What am I becoming?”For a moment, he looked as if he wanted to answer. But then, his eyes softened with regret. “Sleep, Sofia. You’ll feel better in the morning.”He raised his hand, brushing his fingers lightly over my temple. A warmth spread through my head, heavy and irresistible. My eyelids drooped even as I tried to resist.“Don’t—” I murmured, but the word faded as the world dissolved into black.TheoI hated using hypnosis on

SofiaAt last, exhaustion dragged me into sleep. I hadn’t realized how tightly wound my body had been until the weight of the blankets finally held me still. Yet even in rest, peace didn’t come.The dream began with shadows. A forest stretched before me, its trees crooked and endless. I ran, breath tearing through my lungs, though I couldn’t see what chased me. Branches clawed at my skin as I stumbled forward, always forward. Behind me, something snarled—a low, guttural sound that raised every hair on my body. I didn’t dare look back.The ground gave way beneath my feet. I fell, plunging into blackness, the air swallowed by a roar that wasn’t human. Just before I hit bottom, I woke with a gasp.My heart pounded, sweat clinging to my skin. The room was dark except for the pale silver light of the moon spilling through the curtains. For a moment, I convinced myself it was only a dream.Then I heard it—scraping, faint but unmistakable. A noise outside.I slid from the bed, padding toward

TheoThe manor was silent, the kind of silence that pressed against the walls like a held breath. I had sent Sofia to rest upstairs, though I doubted she was truly sleeping. The encounter at Moonveil had shaken her more than she let on. It had shaken me, too. Moonborn. The word clung to me like smoke, refusing to leave.In the library, the scent of aged parchment and leather filled the air. My family’s collection of ancient scrolls and tomes sprawled across the long oak table. Some had been collected by my ancestors, others stolen, traded, or salvaged from ruins long forgotten. If there were answers about the Moonborn, they would be here.I lit a lamp, the golden glow spilling across the brittle pages. Shadows clung to the corners of the room, making the tall shelves feel alive, like watchers over secrets too heavy for daylight. The first scroll I opened spoke of lunar blessings—children born beneath rare alignments, marked by the goddess of the moon. Another hinted at a lineage touch

SofiaAfter that night, I half expected Theo to keep hovering over me like an overprotective shadow, but the next morning, he was quiet and focused as he drove us both to school. We sat through our classes as if the attack hadn't happened—math, literature, history—just the usual rhythm. Yet beneath the normalcy, I felt his watchfulness, like an invisible shield.When our last class ended, Theo fell into step beside me. "I want you to stay with me for a while."I shook my head. "Theo, I can't. I have my own place—""It's not safe." His tone left little room for argument. "Until we know who's behind the attack, I'd rather have you where I can keep an eye on you.""I'm not helpless."He gave me a look that was both patient and stubborn. "I know. But I'm not asking. I'm telling you."I crossed my arms, intending to refuse, but the memory of those men's grins—and the way my pulse had thundered—made me pause. "Fine. But only until this blows over."His smile was brief but satisfied. "Good."