The courtyard had never been this silent. Not even during a hunt. Not even during a death.
Every breath seemed trapped in throats as the mark seared across my wrist, blazing with silver fire. I gasped, clutching my skin, but the pain wasn’t just mine—it resonated, rippling through the air like thunder. “The Moonlight bond…” someone whispered. Another voice gasped. “It’s glowing for her!” The pack erupted, voices colliding in disbelief and awe. My vision blurred, the mark etching deeper into my flesh, glowing brighter with each passing heartbeat. No—this couldn’t be happening. Not here. Not to me. I staggered back, but my eyes betrayed me, dragging themselves upward… to him. Alpha Riven Cade. His gaze locked onto mine with a force that rooted me where I stood. There was no softness in those storm-gray eyes, no welcome, no warmth. But something stirred—something I couldn’t name. The air between us shimmered, heavy, charged. I could feel it even from across the courtyard, as if invisible threads were pulling taut, binding us together. And then the whispers sharpened into clarity. “The mark chose him.” “Not Damien…” “Her mate is the Alpha.” Damien. My stomach dropped. I turned toward him, desperate to deny it, to plead with the moon, with the goddess, with fate itself. But his face said everything—shock bleeding into humiliation, then hardening into raw fury. “No.” His voice cracked like a whip. “This is a mistake. A trick. Some kind of—” “Silence.” Riven’s voice cut through the chaos, deep and cold, silencing the pack more thoroughly than Damien ever could. He stepped forward, the weight of his command pressing over us all, leaving my lungs fighting for air. I tried to move back, but my feet wouldn’t obey. His presence pinned me in place, each step he took a deliberate, unhurried strike against my resolve. And when he finally stood before me, close enough that the heat of his body brushed against mine, the mark flared brighter, searing. Gasps rippled. Some wolves dropped to their knees. The Alpha bond. It was undeniable. The Moonlight mark had spoken—Riven Cade was my fated mate. But instead of triumph, dread coiled through me. His jaw tightened, lips pressed in a grim line. For the briefest instant—just a flicker—I thought I saw his hand twitch at his side, as if he meant to reach for me. But then the storm slammed shut behind his eyes. Riven leaned closer, his breath ghosting against my ear, his voice so cold it sliced deeper than claws. “I’ll never claim you.” The words punched the air from my chest. I froze, my pulse hammering in my throat, the mark still burning like a brand. “You…” I tried to speak, but the words cracked. “You can’t—” “I can.” His gaze speared mine, emotionless, merciless. Yet beneath the ice, I swore I saw something trembling—something buried, strangled, denied. He turned his back on me. The pack roared, divided—some crying out in outrage, others in confusion, many falling into panicked whispers. “She’s the Alpha’s mate—” “He rejected her!” “What does this mean for the ceremony?” Damien shoved forward, his face flushed scarlet, his teeth bared. “This is an insult!” His voice thundered, cracking with the strain of humiliation. “The Moonlight Ceremony is sacred, and she—she is nothing but a curse. This mark is a lie.” My breath hitched. Curse. The word sliced deeper than Riven’s rejection. But before I could defend myself, Riven’s gaze snapped back, locking on Damien like a predator. “Choose your next words carefully.” His tone was death itself, quiet and lethal. For a heartbeat, Damien faltered. But rage wouldn’t let him back down. He spat on the ground at my feet, his glare burning through me. “This will ruin everything.” And then he stormed away, leaving a trail of venom in his wake. The pack shifted uneasily, torn between following their future Alpha—or bowing to the bond fate had carved into my skin. My knees trembled, the mark still glowing like fire. Every whisper drilled into me: cursed, chosen, unworthy, mate of the Alpha. I wanted to scream. To deny it. To tear the mark off my wrist with my own claws if I had to. But I couldn’t. Because deep down, under the horror, the shame, the rejection… a part of me still burned for him. And that terrified me most of all. Riven didn’t look back again. He mounted the steps of the dais, his presence towering, unyielding. “The Ceremony is over.” His decree rolled through the air like thunder. “Return to your homes. The Moon has spoken.” The pack scattered, buzzing with shock, confusion, and fear. I stood alone, the fire on my wrist fading to an angry scar, my world collapsing with each echo of his words. Never claim you. Never. And yet, the bond thrummed in my veins, undeniable, merciless, a chain I could never break. I hugged my arm to my chest, trembling, knowing Damien’s fury wasn’t finished. Knowing the pack would never see me the same. Knowing the Alpha himself wanted nothing to do with me. But worst of all… knowing my heart had already begun to betray me. Because even as rejection seared me raw, I couldn’t erase the memory of the heat in his eyes when our hands brushed. The tiniest flicker of something he hadn’t wanted me to see. Something he was already burying in ice.The scent of blood still clung to the sand. My blood.My knees shook as the whispers rippled through the arena, their weight heavier than the wounds still burning across my skin. They doubted me. They judged me. Some even looked hungry for me to fall.Then the ground itself seemed to tremble.Riven.He stalked into the Trial ring like a storm given flesh, his eyes blazing with a fury so raw the crowd fell silent at once. The growls in his throat weren’t for the warriors I’d slain. They were for me—no, for what had been done to me. His gaze locked onto mine, and I swore the air itself thickened, every wolf present holding their breath.I had never seen him look so close to losing control.“Enough,” his voice cracked like a whip, commanding silence. He didn’t even glance at the elders, or Damien smirking from the shadows. His stride cut through the blood-soaked sand, every line of his body radiating possession, dominance, fury.Before I could find words, his hand clamped around my arm,
The air in the arena was thick with dust, the scent of sweat and iron curling around me like a predator. My heart slammed against my ribs, each beat echoing in my skull as the crowd’s murmurs rose like a low tide. I stepped onto the sand, and it crunched beneath my boots. One wrong move, one misstep, and it would swallow me whole.Three warriors waited for me. Trained, precise, their eyes gleaming with hunger for victory. The Elders had chosen this Trial to test me—to see if I was worthy of the Shadowfang legacy. And yet, in their eyes, I was already a curiosity. A girl who had returned from exile, alone, untested, yet standing on the precipice of survival.I clenched my fists. “I am Aria Thorn,” I whispered to myself. “Shadowfang’s blood runs through me. I survive.”The first warrior lunged, steel glinting under torchlight. My body moved before my mind did, ducking under the arc of his blade. The sand sprayed into the air as I rolled, claws grazing the ground—not literal claws, but i
The council chamber was colder than any grave. Shadows clung to the carved stone walls, tall torches hissing like they could sense blood would be spilled before the night was over. My grandmother’s words still rattled in my skull—two Alpha corpses, and you standing between them… one you love must die.I couldn’t shake it. Not when the council’s heavy silence weighed like chains across my shoulders. Not when every eye in the chamber glared at me as if my very breath was treason.Alpha Riven stood at the head of the circle, carved from shadow and ice. His gaze found me, unreadable, cold. But it lingered—long enough to scald.“Aria Shadowfang,” Elder Theron’s gravelly voice broke the hush. “You are accused of betrayal. Of conspiring with enemies, of destabilizing the balance of this pack. Do you deny it?”My throat burned. “Yes.”The word was barely more than a whisper, but it cracked against the chamber like lightning.Murmurs hissed through the crowd—wolves snarling low in their throat
The air in my grandmother’s hut always smelled of sage and smoke, thick with herbs that clung to the skin. Tonight, though, it felt heavier—like the walls themselves were pressing in, suffocating me with secrets. The fire crackled low in the center, shadows dancing against the rough wooden beams, and my grandmother sat hunched before it, her eyes glassy, staring not at me but at something I couldn’t see.“Grandmother?” My voice wavered, soft, like I feared disturbing whatever fragile thread tethered her to this world.Her head turned slowly. The sight of her eyes sent chills racing down my spine. The cloudy whites shimmered faintly, pale silver bleeding into her pupils as though the Moon Goddess herself had dipped her gaze in light. Her visions were coming again.“You feel it too,” she whispered, her voice cracked and thin, but every word pierced like steel. “The threads of fate tugging tighter. Fire. Blood. Shadows entwining with light.”I froze. My heart thudded painfully, rememberi
The sting of silence was worse than the whip of any blade.Dozens of eyes pinned me in place, some gleaming with pity, others sharp with contempt. The council chamber smelled of burning resin and sweat, a suffocating mix that made the air heavy in my lungs.Riven stood before the assembly like carved stone, his voice a blade cutting through the murmurs.“Aria Shadowfang,” he declared, my family name ringing louder than my heartbeat. “From this day forward, you are stripped of your title. No longer heir. No longer of standing in this pack.”The words slammed into me, harder than claws. My knees threatened to give, but I forced them straight. Pride was the only shield I had left.A ripple tore through the crowd. Whispers spread like wildfire.She’s nothing now.Disgrace to the Shadowfang name.Why does he keep her here at all?I didn’t dare look at them, but I felt every sneer, every narrowed eye searing my skin.And then there was Damien.He leaned lazily against one of the stone pilla
The ruins breathed with silence. Dust swirled in the moonlight slanting through cracked stone walls, and the journal trembled in my hands. My father’s handwriting—firm, deliberate—spoke of fire, of blood, of a prophecy that reeked of doom.I should have felt relief at finding a piece of him, but all I felt was cold dread.“You shouldn’t be here, Aria.”The voice curled around me like velvet dipped in poison. My grip on the journal faltered as I turned. Damien leaned against a broken pillar, his smile sharp, his golden hair catching the pale light. His eyes—wolf-bright, calculating—were fixed on the book in my hands.“I should’ve known you’d sniff around the past,” he drawled, pushing off the pillar and circling me slowly, like a predator who had all the time in the world. “Tell me… did you find the part about the curse? About how it all leads back to you?”My heart hammered. He knew. Or at least, he wanted me to believe he knew.“This doesn’t concern you,” I said, forcing steel into m