Novelas de Ally

NovaThe familiar scent of home greeted me before I even reached the front door.Fresh bread.Lavender.The faint aroma of herbs drying beneath the porch roof.For the first time in what felt like forever, I found myself smiling.“Mom?” I called as I stepped inside.“In the kitchen!”I walked in, setting the bundle of herbs on the wooden table. My mother looked up from kneading dough, her face immediately brightening.“There you are.”She wiped her hands on her apron before walking over to inspect the herbs.“Your father sent you to the eastern stream?”I nodded.“He said I’d find these growing near the rocks.”She carefully untied the bundle, examining each stem with practiced hands.“They’re perfect.”A smile tugged at her lips.“You’ve gotten much better at identifying them.”“I almost picked the wrong plant.”“But you didn’t.”There was a quiet pride in her voice that warmed something inside me.She reached up, brushing a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.“And you’re exhauste

BenjaminSomething was off.I’d learned to trust my instincts long before I became Alpha. They’d kept me alive through border disputes, rogue attacks, and challenges from wolves who thought they could take what belonged to Black Moon.Today, those same instincts refused to settle.I stood on the overlook above the training grounds, watching my warriors spar below, but my attention wasn’t on them.It kept drifting toward the eastern forest.Draven paced restlessly inside me.Something changed. Not working again all that you've been losing before“I know.”I just didn’t know what.The feeling had started during the early hours of the morning. A faint shift in the bond I’d tried so hard to ignore. It wasn’t Pain, It wasn’t fear, It was…. disturbance.As though another presence had brushed against the invisible thread connecting me to Nova.I hated how easily I recognized it.Even after rejecting her, I still knew when something affected her.I hated that even more.“Alpha.”Cassius clim

NovaThe morning after running with Lyra felt strangely peaceful.I couldn’t stop thinking about Draven.Not Benjamin.Draven.The difference mattered more than I wanted to admit.Benjamin might spend every waking moment pretending I didn’t exist, but his wolf….His wolf had looked at Lyra as if she’d been the only thing in the forest worth seeing.The memory made my cheeks warm.“Stop it,” I muttered to myself as I followed the narrow trail through the woods.I wasn’t here because of Draven.I was here because my father had insisted I gather a few herbs growing near the eastern stream. According to him, learning the forest was just as important as learning to fight.“The forest protects wolves who learn to listen,” he’d said.I was beginning to understand what he meant.The deeper I walked, the quieter everything became.Birdsong faded.Even the wind seemed to slow.Lyra stirred uneasily.Someone’s here.“I know.”I couldn’t smell danger.But I could feel eyes on me.Slowly, I crouch

NovaThe shift ripped through me before I could refuse it.One heartbeat I was standing at the treeline, lungs tight from the day’s training, from Benjamin’s silence, from everything I kept trying not to feel—and the next, Lyra surged forward, clawing through my skin like she’d been shoved awake.Let me out, she snarled inside me. I need air. I need-She didn’t finish, but I felt it anyway.Her need to be let free.I hurriedly took off my clothes and then the world blurred as my bones reshaped and my muscles stretched, the red of my fur spilling across my vision like a living flame.Lyra stood on four paws.The air tasted different like this cold, sharp, alive.I padded toward the riverbank, letting the night cool the heat still pulsing through me after training. I needed space—from the packfrom Benjamin.Especially from Benjamin But the moment I stepped into the open clearing, Lyra froze.A growl rumbled through the shadows. Deep. Dark. Controlled A massive black wolf appeared f

KaelThe forest hums tonight.Most wolves wouldn’t feel it, the tremor hiding in the wind, the faint crackle beneath the earth, the pulse like a heartbeat running through the shadows. But I feel it.I always feel power.Especially when it’s new.Especially when it’s wild.And tonight…. It tastes familiar.I sit crouched on the thick branch of an ash tree, watching the distant lights of the Black Moon Pack flicker between the leaves. The wind shifts, carrying a scent that coils through my lungs-soft, sharp, dangerously enticing.Wild roses.Fresh rain.Her scent.Nova.A low smile pulls at my mouth.“So,” I murmur to the night, “the little wolf has started to wake.”For days I’ve been sensing odd fluctuations around the borders — faint but growing. Like someone learning how to breathe fire without knowing they’re made of flames.I thought it was impossible at first.The Red Wolves were gone.Erased.Hunted until the bloodline ended.Well at least my mother thought so.But then I saw he

Nova I don’t sleep.Not really.My mind keeps circling the same questions my father dropped on me like boulders-questions about our bloodline, about the Red Wolves that weren’t just rare…. but hunted. Feared. Hidden.Lyra had been restless all night, pacing inside me, brushing against the edges of my consciousness like she wanted to break free.We must train, she kept whispering.We need to understand what we are becoming.By dawn I’m already dressed, boots laced, heart pounding with a mix of nerves and anticipation. My father waits in the clearing behind our house, the place he used to teach me how to shift when I was sixteen. Back then he’d treated me like something fragile.Today…. he doesn’t look at me that way.He stands in the center of the clearing, arms folded, the early morning light hitting the faint red markings along his forearms-markings I’ve never seen before. They glow, subtle but unmistakable.“Dad?” I step closer, breath catching. “Your arms—”“They only show when I