Nyra’s POV"I have to take Auren along," I said immediately, my voice sounding low and urgent. "I am not leaving him alone, Draven."His eyes became wide, the tension in his body tightened. I could see the way he was trying so hard to maintain his composure."Where we are going is not a place for children," he said, his voice clipped.I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, the documents from his desk were still burning my mind.The names, the dates, the secret locations, all of it spells out betrayal. Distrust coiled around my heart like a living thing. "I do not care, I do not trust anyone here, I can not risk anyone.""You will have to," he simply said, with patience that only made me more angry. He stood there, without moving, his hands placed behind his back. "Not everyone here is against you. Some are still loyal and some are still good."I gave a short and bitter laugh that scratched my throat. "Forgive me if I am not eager to gamble my son's life on your judgment."The words
Nyra's POVThe forest was stretched out ahead of us, a never-ending puzzle of dark green and dry earth.The tall trees covered the light, and every snap of a twig underfoot echoed through the air.Draven walked ahead, silent and annoyingly composed, like he had not just dragged me away from my son with only a half explanation.I followed him, boots stamping on the ground, my heart was pounding with every step we further took away from the pack.I looked at the back of his head, willing for him to turn around. "Are you going to tell me where we are going, or do you just enjoy hearing me walk after you like some lost child?"He did not answer. Of course, he did not. "Draven," I said again. "This is not funny, I left my son there, you owe me some answers." Still nothing.The path we went along was not the one we used to take. It twisted and changed into parts of the forest that felt older and heavier.The trees were thicker here, twisted and dark with age, their branches pointing at the
Nyra's POVThe moon was full tonight, and it was casting an ethereal glow over the clearing where generations of our pack had celebrated the Blood Moon Festival. Tonight, the air thrummed with magic and possibility.Everyone was gathered, chit-chatting while the music kept playing. Aroma of sweet food filled the air, but the nerves flaring in my stomach didn’t give it a chance.I stood at the center of it all, smoothing down my dress that I'd spent weeks selecting. My dark was all down and adorned with the traditional silver leaves that marked me as a potential Luna. I was also wearing the silver necklace with a pendant that Draven gave me on my eighteenth birthday when we first acknowledged our bond."By the Goddess, stop fidgeting," Selene chided. She's been my best friend since childhood, almost like a sister. Her green eyes sparkled with warmth as she adjusted one of my silver leaves. "You're going to wear a hole in that beautiful dress.""I can't help it," I whispered, watching t
Nyra’s POVIt’s been seven years. Seven years since, what broke me, endangered me, made me become a survivor and now a strong business-woman in the human world.I was no longer that naive and weak Nyra. No, things have changed, and they’ve changed for the better.The sleek glass floor to ceiling window of my office glimmered in the afternoon sunlight and below was the bustling city streets. There were piles of contracts and design sketches filling up my desk, but my focus wasn’t on the life I had built, it was elsewhere.My focus was on the mischievous six-year-old currently spinning my office chair.“Auren, stop that before you break something,” I warned, arching a brow.He grinned, his wild curls bouncing. “But I’m bored, Mom! You said we’d go shopping after this meeting.”I sighed, pushing my laptop shut. “I did say that, didn’t I?”Auren’s face lit up. “Does that mean we can go now?”“Yes, but only if you promise to behave.”He held up two fingers in a solemn salute. “Scout’s hono
Nyra’s POVThe moment we got back home, I secured the lock, I dashed to my bedroom with Auren right behind me. My hands were shaking so hard as I stuffed the suitcase with clothes. It was like an automatic action because my heart was beating fast from the attack earlier.The apartment quietness that I usually loved felt choking today, making it hard for me to breathe.Auren sat on the couch near the bed, his face was pale and confused danced in his eyes. He held on tightly to his favorite toy, an old action figure he had owned since he was a toddler. He never slept without it.“Mom,” he said in a soft tone, breaking the heavy silence. “What happened back there?”I zipped the suitcase with a sharp tug, trying to steady my voice. “Nothing you need to worry about, baby.”He frowned. “But I didn’t mean to do that. The wolves were coming, and I was scared… then it just happened.”I walked to where he was sitting and knelt in front of him, cupping his face in my hands. His hazel eyes that a
Draven’s POVThe great hall was silent, except for the low crackles in the fireplace. Its warmth barely reached where I was sitting. This room, once filled with laughter, council meetings, and the steady rhythm of Crescent Moon Pack’s daily life, now felt hollow.Much like me.My head rested back, looking up at the ceiling that had witnessed generations of Alphas. My chest was heavy with a weight I hadn’t been able to shake since the night under the Blood Moon.Nyra’s face haunted me—her wide, devastated eyes when I rejected her in front of the entire pack. That moment is plastered in my memory. I had told myself that what I did was the best decision because I was protecting the Pack’s future. Selene had political connections, influence, and the full backing of the Elders. She was the logical choice for Luna.But logic didn’t ease regret.Selene and I had never been what the pack expected of an Alpha and Luna. She was cold, power-hungry, and manipulative. The warmth and laughter that
Nyra’s POVIt’s been a while since I drove this fast. It’s been years since I passed through this only route that connects the human world and the werewolf world. The road panned out endlessly before me and the darkness was too dark if that was possible. The headlights lit up the road ahead and the trees blurred as I sped down the winding highway.Auren sat in the passenger seat, his small face pinched with worry. His hands clutched the toy wolf I had given him when he was a baby.“Mom?” His voice broke the silence. “Are we going to be fine?” He asked in a soft voice that caused my heart to squeeze.I gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Of course, sweetheart. I won’t let anything happen to you.”The words were firm, but inside, fear gnawed at me. The rogues’ attack back in the city had shattered the life I’d built. We had no choice but to run. And now I was doing the one thing I swore I’d never do—returning to Crescent Moon.The betrayal was a wound that still bled in my memories. Dr
Nyra’s POVThe silence was not comfortable that any single word could ruin the current state of calm. I could hear my own heartbeat beating against my ribs, feeling every breath burning in my lungs as dozens of eyes stared at me from all sides.Draven stands behind me, a statue carved from marble and memory. His broad shoulders are stiff under his ceremonial wear, his face looking like a carefully built mask that threatens to crack every second. But those eyes, those stormy gray eyes I once knew better than my own, they betrayed him, sparking disbelief, confusion, and something that looks dangerously close to hope.The distance between us feels charged, sparked by seven years of unspoken words.Auren moves uneasily beside me, his small fingers moving into the worn fabric of my coat. His presence reminds me why I am here and why I have returned to a place that once broke my heart into a thousand irreplaceable pieces. He could not understand what was happening. How could he? He is just
Nyra's POVThe forest was stretched out ahead of us, a never-ending puzzle of dark green and dry earth.The tall trees covered the light, and every snap of a twig underfoot echoed through the air.Draven walked ahead, silent and annoyingly composed, like he had not just dragged me away from my son with only a half explanation.I followed him, boots stamping on the ground, my heart was pounding with every step we further took away from the pack.I looked at the back of his head, willing for him to turn around. "Are you going to tell me where we are going, or do you just enjoy hearing me walk after you like some lost child?"He did not answer. Of course, he did not. "Draven," I said again. "This is not funny, I left my son there, you owe me some answers." Still nothing.The path we went along was not the one we used to take. It twisted and changed into parts of the forest that felt older and heavier.The trees were thicker here, twisted and dark with age, their branches pointing at the
Nyra’s POV"I have to take Auren along," I said immediately, my voice sounding low and urgent. "I am not leaving him alone, Draven."His eyes became wide, the tension in his body tightened. I could see the way he was trying so hard to maintain his composure."Where we are going is not a place for children," he said, his voice clipped.I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, the documents from his desk were still burning my mind.The names, the dates, the secret locations, all of it spells out betrayal. Distrust coiled around my heart like a living thing. "I do not care, I do not trust anyone here, I can not risk anyone.""You will have to," he simply said, with patience that only made me more angry. He stood there, without moving, his hands placed behind his back. "Not everyone here is against you. Some are still loyal and some are still good."I gave a short and bitter laugh that scratched my throat. "Forgive me if I am not eager to gamble my son's life on your judgment."The words
Nyra's POVI swallowed thickly, throat dry as parchment. My fingers were still pressed onto the pages, as if letting go would somehow make this entire moment disappear.I looked up at him, he was caught in the act, he had no lie to cover up quickly, no excuse was clever enough."I uh!" My voice caught in my throat, it was embarrassingly weak. "I was just..."Just what, Nyra? Snooping? Breaking the one unspoken rule between us? He stared at me, without blinking. Waiting."I should not have," I finally admitted. Draven did not move. He stood still looking so guilty."I am sorry," I added, even though I was not really sure if I was. The truth was that I was angry too. No. Scratch that. I was furious.The guilt that had gripped me was clear. Because why should I feel bad? He had kept this from me.The deaths. The drought. The fractures in the land are magic. He had known all along. And he did not say a word.I stood up slowly from the chair, every inch of my body tensed as I looked at me.
Nyra’s POVThe scent of sizzling eggs and roasted herbs filled the air, warm and familiar. I was not the best cook, but after everything Auren had been through, I figured he deserved a real breakfast. Something made by me. Something that said, you are safe now.The kitchen has become something of a sanctuary these past few days. The simple act of cracking eggs into a hot pan, watching the whites spread and solidify while the yolks remained perfect golden circles, brought me a peculiar peace that had been absent elsewhere in our lives. I seasoned the eggs with dried herbs I had found in ceramic jars lined neatly on the shelf—rosemary, thyme, and a pinch of something unfamiliar but pleasantly aromatic. The woody scent mingled with the richness of the eggs, creating a homely atmosphere that seemed almost foreign after weeks of survival mode.I arranged the food on mismatched plates I had discovered in the cupboards—simple ceramic dishes with faded blue patterns around the edges. They we
Draven’s POVThe knock on my door resembled a striking ram. I jumped to my feet in seconds.Survival instinct activated immediately, only for me to discover that it was my Beta, Jareth. He was standing there, breathing heavily, as if he had run across the entire compound.His normally composed behavior had vanished, replaced by an urgency that instantly put me on alert.The muscles in his neck were tensed, his posture was rigid despite his obvious effort. Whatever brought him here before dawn could not wait."The Elders' Council awaits you in the Great Hall," he said briefly. "They indicated that it was urgent." Naturally they did.The Elders Council rarely assembled before sunrise unless something threatened our territory.Their summons carried the weight of generations of tradition, a call that no Alpha could ignore regardless of personal inconvenience.I looked towards the window where the first hints of daybreak painted the sky in muted colors.I ran my fingers through my hair, h
Nyra’s POVCold sweat clung to my back, and my hands shaked as I tightly held the sheets. And then. Warmth.Soft breath against my arm. A tiny hand was placed around my nightshirt. Auren.I turned to the other side to find him beside me. He was still asleep, his little chest was rising and falling in a gentle rhythm.I pulled him into my arms, holding him near to me, hiding my face in the curve of his neck as I tried to slow down my heart, which was beating fast.He is safe. He is here. But the dream. No. The nightmare.Even till now, I could still smell the burning wood and feel the pack house shaking under my feet.I could still hear the distant screams, the sound of wolves falling one by one under the attack of something that is unnatural.And then her. Zaira Blackthorn. A name I did not recognize. A face carved into my memory like a curse, long black robes that billowed like smoke, eyes silver and bottomless, her voice a lullaby soaked in poison.She moved through the destruction
Nyra’s POVThe screaming was the first thing I heard. Not Auren's own, though that would have broken me. No, this was guttural. Wild and inhuman.I rushed down the hallway, with my bare feet touching the wooden floor slick with something thick and red like blood. God, there was too much of it.I slipped and almost fell, but I caught myself on the wall, and kept running. My heart was beating fast, but I was eager to know what happened.The walls of the pack house were crumbling. Fire licked the ceiling. Smoke is seen in every direction, curling through the broken windows and shattered door frames. I turned to the corner and I froze.Two pack warriors lay dead, no, slaughtered. Their eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, mouths open in a soundless scream. Their chests had been ripped open like paper."No, no time, Auren!" I shouted, lungs burning. "Draven!"No answer. Only that sound again. That wretched scream, and laughter, soft feminine, terrible voice.A woman emerged from the haze. H
Draven’s POVShe stood there framed by the door we used to cross without hesitation. Back then, when I was a fool wrapped in power and guilt, her presence was something I sought. Now, it made my stomach twist.Selene.Gone was the sharp-tongued, cold-eyed woman who had once ruled beside me like a queen carved of marble and steel. In her place stood someone smaller. More fragile. Almost human.But I did not let my guard down."Selene," I said, my voice flat. "Why are you here?"She stepped inside without waiting for permission.The scent of her perfume still clung to my memory—lavender and crushed hibiscus—but tonight it smelled wrong. Like desperation, masked in sweetness."I just wanted to talk," she whispered. Her voice trembled, and she looked down at her hands like she did not know what to do with them. "Please, Draven."I did not answer. I shut the door behind her and crossed my arms, watching. Waiting.She walked a few paces, then stopped. Her fingers traced the edge of the side
Draven’s POVThe sun was brutal today. Not in the way it burned the skin, but in the way it illuminated every flaw, every breathless gasp Auren took trying to keep up with me."Faster, shift with the breath not against it," I called out, running ahead before slowing down so he would not lose heart.Auren grunted in frustration, pushing himself harder, his limbs trembling from effort, but his eyes locked onto me like he was chasing more than just a lesson. He wanted to prove himself. He reminded me of Nyra.It was a cruel kind of gift, training with him like this. Day after day, watching him stumble and rise again with grit I had not seen in anyone since her.Every time he shifted, every time he fell, every time he clenched his jaw and tried again, I saw the warrior in him. But I also saw the boy. My boy. Even if he did not know it.Even if he still called me "Draven" like as if I was just a trusted mentor that happens to live next door. And gods, it hurt. Like swallowing broken glass.