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The night sky hovered over my frame as I walked through the packlands on my way home. The path stretched out before me, lonely and dauntingly long. It was at times like this that I regretted living on literally the other side of the park, Ashen Ridge. And just like the name suggested, it was home to the lower class, the omegas, who sat pretty at the bottom of the hierarchy.The streetlights brightened the roads in such a way that it swallowed the darkness whole and nearly made me forget the hour, stealing away my fear for the dark. I inhaled a breath, greedily pumping as much air into my lungs as possible. It felt good to be alone, to be away from the prying eyes of people, as I had been at the ball.The night's weather was good, the kind that made Mother say, "Bless the Moon Goddess, for she has decided to spread her love as a shield over us." The moon was out and proud in all her glory. Her many children, the stars, surrounded her, dancing and singing.I walked slower than usual, dr

THIRD POVThe door shut behind her with a quiet click.Kaelan did not move.Silence filled the room, thick and suffocating, as though the space itself was holding its breath.The two alpha brothers had numerous thoughts running through their minds. Thoughts so heavy they tainted the air between them.Then Kaelan exhaled sharply, breaking the silence.“She’s gone,” he said, his voice edged with something close to frustration.Lucian stood a few steps away from his brother, his gaze still fixed on the door, as though he could see through it.“Yes, I can see that,” Lucian replied, his tone coated with sarcasm.Kaelan turned toward him, disbelief and barely restrained anger swirling in his amber eyes.“That is all you have to say?” Kaelan snarled.Lucian’s expression did not falter.“She is our mate, and you are standing here like nothing just happened,” he continued, his voice rising just enough to break the restraint he had been holding onto.“We handled it as appropriately as possible,

The door opened, and I was led into a room that thrived on quiet intimacy. It was small compared to the grandeur of the Grand Hall, a room that could have been a painting itself.The walls were lined with aged wood, smooth and warm under the dim glow of lamp lights hung at strategic points. They were not polished, at least not in the showy way of the Grand Hall. Instead, they possessed a natural elegance, like the cabin of some forgotten forest sanctuary, simple yet homely.The air carried a whiff of old parchment and honeyed wax, and somewhere beneath it, the delicate trace of night-blooming flowers dallied.I hesitated at the threshold, my hands fisting around the hem of my dress.My eyes traced the room, lingering on the painted panels that depicted wolves in motion. Some hunted beneath silver skies, others stood proud beneath the watchful moon.It felt like stepping into someone else’s memory, a private corner of Silver Fang meant to be seen by only a select few.My wolf danced at

The music resumed, loud and mesmerizing, its melody travelling through every corner of the Grand Hall, coaxing feet back into motion. Yet I did not move.I stood rigid, legs glued to the spot, as though if I made a single step the world would shatter. Around me, wolves swayed and spun, lanterns reflected on their polished coats, their laughter floating across the room. And there I was in their midst, standing still and frozen, my heart hammering against my chest.It was then that it hit me with a force I could not have imagined. The pull which had been subtle at first now roared in every fibre of my being. My chest tightened, my throat went desert-dry, and beneath the quiet chaos, Swift stirred. My wolf.Swift is awake.The thought, or rather the feeling, bellowed through me. My wolf was screaming, howling from the depths of me in ways I had never heard her do before.It was thunderous, arresting, and the sound vibrated through my bones even if no one else could hear it. I tried to si

Moonlight poured through the open ceiling like liquid silver, spilling across the well-polished floors and illuminating the faces of wolves moving gracefully through the hall. The pack wolves looked unearthly in its soft glow. This was another thing Silver Fang was widely known for: its members who looked like they belonged in some supreme universe far from ours. Lanterns floated above, and the scent of night-blooming flowers hung thick in the air.The moon hung high in the sky, clear. She stood in her full glory, proud and watchful, her pale light cascading through the circular opening.It seemed as though the sky itself had leaned closer to take part in the celebration, to observe it from above.The stars scattered around her like quiet witnesses against the endless stretch of darkness.I couldn’t help but wonder if the Moon Goddess was watching us tonight, her gaze sweeping across the sea of wolves gathered beneath her.The Grand Hall was far more magnificent than I had ever imagin

Imagine living amongst greatness but being mediocre, dwelling with those who hold power in the cusps of their hands but having none yourself. That’s the life of an Omega; that’s my life.In the fourteen years that I’ve lived in Silver Fang, it’s always been the same. I noticed it less as a child, but as years passed, the “rankism” became far more glaring.To make it worse, I’m not truly one of them, being an immigrant.Mom and I arrived here when I was barely eight, seeking a fresh start; a chance to leave behind the life we had known and step into something new, different from our past. When I was younger, she’d often tell stories of the land we left behind; its many rivers, rumored to have healing powers, twirling through lush forests.“The waters gleamed like silver when the sun’s rays kissed their surfaces.” Her voice always sounded wishful. I’d sit between her legs, trying my very best to picture it, but the memories were vague. Eventually, she stopped and began praising Silver F