MasukArtemis's POVI was beginning to hate dreams. Not because they were frightening, but because they refused to leave me alone. Even now, hours after waking, I could still hear that strange woman's voice echoing inside my head.“The moon remembers.”I sat beneath an ancient willow tree overlooking the palace lake, staring blankly at the water. The breeze carried the crisp scent of pine and wildflowers. Normally, I loved this place; normally, it helped me think. Today, it wasn't helping at all. Questions circled endlessly inside my mind. Who was that woman? Why did her voice feel like something I had heard before? And most importantly, what exactly was happening to my powers?Ever since the incident at the training grounds, things had felt completely different. My crescent powers felt stronger, more dangerous and way less predictable.I buried my face in my hands. The memory alone made me groan. Three young warriors had been sent flying across the arena because I had lost control for a
Artemis's POVSleep had become dangerous. It wasn't because of nightmares, enemies, or even the strange tension that seemed to follow me everywhere lately. No, sleep had become dangerous because every time I closed my eyes, I found myself somewhere else. And each time, the dream felt a little more real. The first time it happened, I thought nothing of it. It was just a strange dream, nothing more. Everyone had them, especially those carrying powerful bloodlines. At least, that was what my mother had always said.But this wasn't like the fragmented images or meaningless visions I had experienced as a child. This felt deliberate, purposeful.I stood in darkness. It wasn't a frightening darkness, nor was it the kind tied to Lucian’s shadows. This darkness felt ancient, soft, and endless, like standing beneath a sky before stars had ever existed. I couldn't see my body or feel the ground beneath my feet, yet somehow, I knew I wasn't alone. The certainty settled deep inside my chest: som
Cassian's POVI had encountered many formidable challenges in my life: hostile future Alphas, bitter territorial disputes, and my own father. Unfortunately, none of them quite compared to Artemis.Unlike everyone else I met, Artemis seemed genuinely, deeply committed to disliking me. She did it for absolutely no reason at all. I was charming, reasonably intelligent, and exceptionally handsome. Yet, every single time I spoke to her, she looked at me as though she were actively reconsidering the kingdom's laws regarding murder. It was fascinating. And, admittedly, it was becoming a bit of a problem, mostly because I couldn't stop thinking about her.The problem persisted the very next morning. I spotted her sitting alone in the sun-drenched palace gardens, lost in a book. It was a perfect opportunity. Naturally, I walked directly toward her.Artemis noticed my approach immediately. Her expression shifted from entirely peaceful to thoroughly annoyed in less than a second. "Good mornin
Artemis's POVI knew I was going to dislike him before I even met him.It wasn't because I was gifted with some mystical intuition, nor because my Crescent powers whispered warnings into my ear. It was simply because everyone kept talking about him. Whenever people spent that much time praising someone, disappointment was usually inevitable."The southern delegation arrives today." Mama glanced up from the documents spread across her desk.I was seated across from her, pretending to organize reports while actually doing everything in my power to avoid them. "That doesn't sound exciting enough," I sighed dramatically."It isn't the delegation." A knowing smile touched her lips. "Cassian."I groaned. The name alone had become deeply annoying. For three weeks, I had heard endless stories. Cassian this, Cassian that. The future Alpha of the Southern Territories. The brilliant warrior. The charming diplomat. The prince who could apparently talk his way out of any situation. It was exhaust
Selena's POVBy the end of my first full day in the Lycan Kingdom, I had come to one very important conclusion: everyone here was completely ridiculous. Especially when it came to Lucian.I was halfway through exploring the eastern wing of the palace when an older she-lycan stopped me near the grand staircase."Lady Selena," she said, her voice laced with hesitation.I smiled politely. "Yes?"She glanced nervously over her shoulder, lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, and said, "I hope you're settling in comfortably.""I am, thank you."An awkward pause stretched between us before she finally blurted, "You should be careful around Prince Lucian."There it was again. The warning. That was the fifth one today, if not the sixth. I was genuinely starting to lose count. Folding my arms, I looked her dead in the eye. "And why exactly should I be careful?"She blinked, clearly taken aback by my bluntness. "As everyone knows... his powers can be unpredictable.""Has he ever harmed
Lucian's POVSix years had passed…People feared me. I noticed it long before anyone thought I did. The younger lycans lowered their eyes when I passed, and warriors twice my age measured their words carefully around me. Servants grew nervous whenever shadows trailed me through the palace corridors. It wasn't entirely their fault. I understood why.The stories had grown over the years, ballooning into myth. They whispered about the boy who had stepped through shadows as a child, the boy who had helped end a war before he was old enough to comprehend it, and the boy whose raw powers had once terrified even the strongest Alphas. Most of those tales were exaggerated. Some weren't. Either way, they all led to the same result: distance. People respected me, they obeyed me, and they feared me. Very few actually knew me. And honestly? I preferred it that way. At least, that's what I told myself.The training grounds echoed with the rhythmic sound of clashing weapons as I stepped into the a
Alara’s POVThe Midnight Packhouse was an architecturally stark contrast to the cold, echoing white marble of the Lycan palace halls I’d fled. This place was warm, built entirely of dark cedar and heavy stone, humming with an undercurrent of contained, ancient life but quiet enough that the silence
Alara’s POVA full week had passed since the terrifying incident — seven long days of strained breaths, cautious touches, and an ever-present, unspoken fear lodged like a jagged needle beneath my skin. The diplomatic week had finally ended two days ago, the visiting Alphas and Lunas dispersing back
Alara’s POVThe Midnight Pack woke slowly each morning, not with the harsh, immediate clang of palace bells or the roar of military drills, but like a vast, ancient forest stretching its limbs. I learned this rhythm from the window of my new room — cedar-framed, soft-lit by the muted dawn. Here, li
Alara’s POVThe palace woke before the sun. Today was different. Despite the ongoing threats from corrupted rogues, it was decided that no palace events would be postponed to portray the image of stability of the crown.Footsteps echoed through marbled corridors, fabrics swished, voices rose and fel







