เข้าสู่ระบบSnow 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 already do. Her breath hitched. Her wolf. You are not weak, the voice soothed. Not broken. Not what they made you. Alex’s hands trembled. Aeron watched — but didn’t speak. Didn’t interrupt. Didn’t try to guide. He simply stayed. Like an anchor. Why didn’t you come sooner? Alex whispered inside. You were not safe yet, her wolf answered. But you are now. Tears slipped silently down Alex’s cheeks. She opened her eyes. Aeron didn’t wipe her tears. He didn’t reach for her. But his presence wrapped around her like a shield. “You heard her,” he said softly. Alex nodded. “She said… I’m not broken.” Aeron’s eyes warmed — not with pity, but pride. “Your wolf is wise.” Alex let out a shaky breath. “She sounds like… she’s always been there. Even when I thought she wasn’t.” “She never left you,” Aeron said. “She was waiting.” The Alarm A howl split the air — sharp, urgent, echoing through the mountains. Alex flinched. Aeron’s expression shifted instantly — Alpha calm turning into Alpha command. “They’ve reached the border,” he said. Alex stood — fear rippling through her. Run, her instincts begged. Hide. Disappear. But her wolf was no longer silent. No. We do not run from them anymore. Aeron placed a hand near — but not on — her back. “You don’t have to face them,” he said. “Stay here. I will return.” Her heartbeat thundered. No. She had run her whole life. “I’m coming,” Alex whispered. Aeron turned to her — and something in his eyes changed. Respect. “Then stay by my side,” he said. “No one touches you.” The Border Night Fang warriors lined the treeline like shadows made of muscle and fury. The Silver Moon trackers stood on the opposite side — smaller, tense, uncertain. Rex was there. He looked worse than she remembered — frantic, desperate, angry. “Alex!” he shouted when he saw her. “Come back. Now.” Aeron stepped forward before Alex could speak. His power rolled through the clearing like thunder. “She is under Night Fang protection,” Aeron said. “You will not take her.” Rex laughed — high, sharp, hollow. “She doesn’t belong here. She’s ours.” “No,” Alex said — her voice stronger than she expected. “She never belonged to you.” Murmurs rippled. Even Rex blinked. But he recovered fast, jaw tightening. “You don’t know who she is,” he snapped. A slow, terrifying smile touched Aeron’s lips. “Oh, I know exactly who she is.” He looked down at Alex — not claiming her — Acknowledging her. “She is Blood Moon. Alpha-born. Chosen.” The Silver Moon wolves paled. Rex’s face drained of color. “This isn’t over,” he spat. “No,” Aeron agreed. “It is the beginning.” Rex turned and retreated, fury burning behind his eyes. Alex sagged — not from weakness, but from release. Aeron placed his cloak around her shoulders again. “You stood,” he said softly. “You didn’t hide.” Alex blinked up at him — tears gathering. “I wasn’t alone.” Aeron’s voice lowered to something warm and reverent: “You will never be alone again.” Her wolf pressed against her heart. We are safe. Alex exhaled — shaky, real, alive. And for the first time in sixteen years— She believed it.
The world was quiet in the high mountain clearing, quiet in the way snow absorbs sound and turns the air into something still and heavy. The moon hung low, a pale mirror against the dense black sky. Pine branches bowed under the weight of frost. Alex stood beside Aeron as wind tugged strands of dark hair across her face. Her heartbeat was steady, not racing, not trembling. She was not afraid. Not anymore. Footsteps approached. Slow. Deliberate. Familiar. Aeron didn’t move, but his presence shifted—like the mountain itself acknowledging an arrival. The Night Fang warriors stepped back into the tree line, leaving the clearing open. A figure emerged from the dark. Tall. Wearing a dark cloak lined with fur. Snow-damp curls of deep chestnut hair. And eyes— Her eyes. Not the exact shade. His were warmer, gold-gold instead of gold-black. But they were the eyes of memory. Eyes she had seen once in a cradle. Eyes she had seen in dreams that made her wake choking on grief she couldn’t name. Mar
Snow fell in slow, deliberate flakes, each settling silently on the evergreen branches lining the southern border. The air held a stillness so complete it felt like the forest itself was holding its breath. Alex stood on level ground just beyond the ridge, the frozen wind whispering through her hair. She didn’t hunch against the cold. She didn’t pace. She didn’t shift. She simply waited. The Night Fang warriors were positioned behind her—silent, watchful, present. They did not crowd her. They did not shield her. She didn’t need shielding. Aeron stood to her right, hands loose at his sides. Not in front of her. Not behind her. Beside her. Then—snow crunched. Wolves emerged through the trees. Six first. Then eight. Then more. They spread in a cautious arc. Trying to form their familiar crescent. Alex didn’t move. Didn’t react. Didn’t give them anything to track. Silver Moon wolves hesitated. They expected fear. Panic. Retreat. They found stillness instead. And stillness was harder to re
Snow whispered beneath Alex’s boots as she crossed the open stretch between the training grounds and the Night Fang keep. The moon was high—silver, round, and bright enough to cast shadows as sharp as blades. Her breath fogged in the frigid night air, but inside her chest, she felt no cold. Her wolf moved beneath her skin—steady, awake, alert. Not afraid. Aeron walked beside her, every step measured, quiet, a mountain shaped into a man. “Something’s wrong,” Alex murmured, voice low. Aeron didn’t ask how she knew. He didn’t have to. He felt the energy too—the subtle shift in the air, like the forest itself had paused to listen. A guard wolf approached, shifting mid-stride, breath breaking in fast clouds of steam. “Alpha Aeron. Alex.” He bowed quickly. “We picked up multiple scent trails at the southern border. Wolves. They’re spreading formation. Searching.” The words punched the frost-thick air. Alex didn’t ask who. She already knew. Silver Moon had come. Her heartbeat didn’t quicken.
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







