เข้าสู่ระบบAlex, get up!” A sharp slap to the leg. “You think we’re running a daycare down here?” Fifteen-year-old Alex scrambled out of her pile of thin blankets on the basement floor, eyes wide, limbs sore. Another day, another list of chores. Cooking. Cleaning. Smiles for those who kicked her. Silence for those who didn’t see her at all. Upstairs…laughter, Alpha Cole’s family was having breakfast. She could smell the cinnamon. Down here? Mold. Dust. And the quiet ache of a girl who didn’t know she was born to change the world.
ดูเพิ่มเติมBLOOD MOON PACK (Alex’s Birth Pack) Status: Destroyed during an attack when Alex was 6 months old. Known For: Moon-blessed bloodlines, balance-based leadership, healing & prophecy. Alpha Malachi Stone Alex’s father; powerful, wise, respected by Moon Goddess. Deceased. Luna Elara Stone Alex’s mother; healer and spiritual leader. Deceased. Heir (Alpha Blood)Marcus Stone Alex’s older brother (age 2 at time of attack); survived; now living with maternal grandparents. Alive. Second Heir (Alpha Blood)Alex Stone (Alex Morello)Hidden during attack; adopted into Silver Moon; identity suppressed. Alive and Awakening. Allies Maternal Grandparents (unnamed so far)They protected Marcus. Will appear later. Pack Trait: Blood Moon wolves are chosen protectors of the Moon Goddess — their wolves awaken stronger, wiser, and often late, to protect them until they are ready. 2. SILVER MOON PACK (Abusive Pack Alex Was Raised In) Status: Active Known For: Hierarchical dominance, cruelty masked as discipline, power-hoarding Alpha Cole Silver Cold, power-focused. Ordered Alex’s labor & punishment. Luna Lila Silver Manipulative, status-driven. Views Alex as threat. Future Alpha Rex Silver Alex’s fated mate who rejected her. Regret emerging. Now leading the hunt for her. Alpha Daughter Mila Silver More empathetic; questions family cruelty but stays quiet. Beta Male Ashen Starling Obedient to Cole. Beta Female Helen Starling Cruel toward omegas. Future Beta Jayson Starling Rex’s closest friend; conflicted loyalties. Gamma Male Luca Whitlock Enforcement and discipline. Gamma Female Rachel Whitlock Enforces strict omega hierarchy. Future Gamma Dannie Whitlock Follows Rex + Jayson; less cruel, more unaware. Gamma Daughter Mika Whitlock Bully, particularly toward Alex. Lead Omega Sibyl Morello Adoptive mother of Alex; only kind protector; loved Alex fiercely. Omega Alex Morello / Stone Worked from childhood; beaten, rejected; now escaped and awakening. 3. NIGHT FANG PACK (Aeron’s Pack – Alex’s Second Life) Status: Active Known For: Strength, loyalty, ancient wolf code, balanced leadership. Alpha Aeron Night Fang Alex’s second-chance mate. Powerful, calm, protective without controlling. Recognizes her Alpha nature. Luna / Queen (Pending)Alex Stone Will become Luna-Alpha beside Aeron once she heals and accepts her role. Beta Name TBA(You will get to design personality and arc soon) Gamma Name TBA(Assigned later for her training scenes) Elders Council of 4Hold Blood Moon history and prophecy knowledge. Pack Trait: Wolves here bond through respect — not dominance. Trauma survivors are welcomed, not shamed. MATE BONDS & RELATION NOTES Rex Silver & Alex Stone First Mate (Rejected)Rex rejected her under family pressure + ego. Their bond is fractured but lingering. Aeron Night Fang & Alex Stone Second-Chance Mate Bond Forming slowly, naturally, based on trust & instinct respect. Marcus Stone Mate soren a witch/wolf
“Alex, get up!” A sharp slap to the leg. “You think we’re running a daycare down here?” Fifteen-year-old Alex scrambled out of her pile of thin blankets on the basement floor, eyes wide, limbs sore. Another day, another list of chores. Cooking. Cleaning. Smiles for those who kicked her. Silence for those who didn’t see her at all. Upstairs…laughter, Alpha Cole’s family was having breakfast. She could smell the cinnamon. Down here? Mold. Dust. And the quiet ache of a girl who didn’t know she was born to change the world.The wind howled over the Silver Moon Pack House, rattling the high windows of the Alpha floor. The scent of winter had grown sharp and biting overnight — a hunter’s cold. Snow drifted in slow spirals outside the glass, peaceful at first glance. Inside, there was no peace. Rex stood in the center of the Alpha’s office, fists clenched tight enough his knuckles blanched white. His golden-brown hair hung disheveled across his forehead, chest still rising hard from the morning’s run. Lila Silver stood near the window, arms crossed, lips drawn tight. Alpha Cole paced — steps clipped, controlled rage simmering beneath his skin. “She’s gone,” Cole growled, voice like gravel dragged across metal. Gone. The word seemed to hang in the room, suspended and heavy. Jayson stood near the door, jaw tight, eyes dark, as though he couldn’t quite understand how something so small had slipped past them. “Search patterns covered the entire eastern border,” Jayson reported. “No tracks leading past the river
The training grounds of Night Fang sat in a valley of shadowed pines, cold air misting like breath from the earth. Snow lay packed and firm underfoot, shaped by years of footsteps, sparring, and sweat. Warriors moved through drills in steady, synchronized rhythm. No one slacked. No one postured. They trained to be better, not to prove themselves. Alex stood at the edge of the grounds, pulse quick, hands lightly shaking. Not from fear. From anticipation. Aeron stood beside her, tall, composed, his presence grounding without pressing. He didn’t look at her to reassure her. He simply stood with her. As though that alone was enough. “Before strength,” he said softly, “comes presence.” Alex swallowed. “Presence?” “Yes.” Aeron turned to face her fully, his voice gentle but firm. “Your entire life, standing small kept you alive. So you survived by shrinking. By folding. By trying not to be seen.” Her chest tightened. He wasn’t wrong. “But you were never meant to be small, Alex.” The ground m
Night fell gently over the Night Fang estate. The snow outside reflected the moonlight so brightly that the room seemed washed in silver. Alex sat curled beside the fire, wrapped in Aeron’s cloak. The warmth didn’t feel borrowed anymore. Aeron entered the room quietly, carrying a small, lacquered box carved with the symbol of a crescent moon wrapped in a wolf’s tail. Alex sat up, heart thudding. “What’s that?” Aeron sat beside her — not too close — and placed the box between them. “It belonged to your mother.” Alex froze. Her breath caught in her lungs. Her wolf pressed closer, alert, waiting. Aeron opened the box carefully, as if the memories inside could shatter. Inside lay: A blood-red ribbon, frayed at one end A pendant shaped like a full moon, cracked down the center And a small, rolled piece of parchment tied with silver thread Alex reached out with trembling fingers and brushed the ribbon. It was soft. Warm. Loved. “My mother…” her voice faltered. “What was she like?” Aeron’s e
Training did not begin in violence. Or shifting. Or running. It began with breathing. Aeron led her to a clearing where frost glittered on the grass. Snow-capped pines surrounded them, tall and ancient, like silent guardians. “Sit,” he said gently. Alex sat. Aeron sat across from her, legs folded, posture relaxed but unyielding — like a mountain in human form. “Close your eyes,” he said. “Not to escape. To listen.” Alex closed them. At first — only her heartbeat. Too fast. Too loud. Her breath trembled. Aeron’s voice came soft: “You’re safe.” She tried to believe it. But memories scraped like broken glass — the basement, the shouting, the blows, the loneliness— Her breath hitched. Aeron didn’t tell her to stop. He waited. And when her breathing broke — when her shoulders shook — he simply said: “Good.” Alex’s eyes flew open. “Good?! I’m failing—” “No,” Aeron said, voice steady. “You’re feeling. That is strength.” Tears slid down her face — silent, unstoppable. Aeron leaned forward, s
The room was quiet except for the crackle of the fire. Alex sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment, unsure if she was allowed to touch anything. The blankets were thick, soft, and smelled faintly of cedar. The mattress dipped beneath her in a way that felt foreign — forgiving, instead of stiff and punishing. Her fingers twisted into the fabric. She didn’t realize Aeron was still at the doorway until he spoke, voice low and warm: “You can rest here. No one will disturb you.” She turned slightly. He wasn’t watching her like others had — not monitoring her for obedience, not waiting for mistakes. He was just there. Present, steady, unmoving. “Every room in this house is under my protection,” Aeron continued. “But this one—” he paused, “—this one is yours now.” Hers. The word nearly undid her. Alex swallowed. “I’ve never had anything that was… mine.” Aeron’s eyes softened. “Then this is your first.” He didn’t enter. Didn’t crowd her. He simply reached to the wall beside the door and
Snow fell in a slow, gentle drift as Aeron led Alex through the pine trees. The forest here didn’t feel cold or cruel. It felt… alive. The air smelled of earth and evergreen sap, and the hush of wind through the branches sounded like a lullaby the world had forgotten. Aeron walked beside her, hands in his pockets, giving her space even now. “You’ve been taught to fear your wolf,” he said quietly, not accusing — simply understanding. “The fear isn’t your doing. It was theirs.” Alex swallowed hard. “I don’t even know how to talk to her. I only hear her when I’m scared.” “That’s how she survived,” Aeron replied. “She protected you the only way she could — quietly. Hidden.” They stopped beside a frozen stream. The glassy surface reflected the pale winter sky. Aeron gestured for her to sit. She did. “Close your eyes,” he murmured. Alex hesitated — then obeyed. The world narrowed to breath. Cold air in. Warm air out. I don’t know how… she thought. And then — a voice, soft as fur: You alrea
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