LOGINNyra’s POV
The 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 are just like mine were filled with fear and guilt, causing my heart to ache.
“You did nothing wrong,” I said firmly. “You were protecting yourself. That’s what matters.”
“But I hurt them,” he whispered.
I pulled him into a hug. “Listen to me. We have to leave for a while, okay? Just until it’s safe.”
Auren nodded against my shoulder, but I could feel the tension in his small body.
The fear gnawed at me, sharp and relentless. I had spent years building a new life, hiding from the supernatural world. I thought I was safe. But today proved otherwise. The rogues had found us. And worse—Auren’s powers had revealed themselves.
There was no going back to normal now.
I stood, forcing myself to think clearly. “Go grab your backpack, Auren. Pack your favorite things. We need to move fast.”
He hesitated. “Where are we going?”
“I don’t know yet,” I replied to him, and it’s true, I have no idea where we will go.
His lips trembled, but he didn’t argue. He ran to his room, leaving me alone with my spiraling thoughts.
I began paving around the living room, trying to think of a solid plan. The rogues wouldn’t stop at one attack. They had seen Auren’s power. They would tell others.
And I knew exactly who would come next.
Kael Nightbane.
Just the thought of his name sent a cold shiver down my spine. He was a ruthless and cunning wolf, one without any moral compass. If he gets to find out about Auren, he would stop at nothing to get his hands on him.
I couldn’t let that happen.
As I began throwing more essentials into a duffel bag, a sudden knock at the door made my entire body go rigid. I froze, and my heart hammered hard against my chest.
Auren peeked out from his room. “Mom?” He called in a scared voice that caused my heart to twist.
“Stay there, baby,” I whispered, trying not to look scared.
I hurriedly grabbed a knife in the kitchen drawer and slowly approached the door like a predator would do for its prey.
“Who is it?” I demanded in a hard voice.
“Nyra Storm.” The voice was low, steady. “I’m here on behalf of Crescent Moon.”
I froze but then anger took over instantly, every muscle in my body was tensing. Crescent Moon. I hadn’t heard that name in years, and I had no wish to hear it now.
Especially not now that my son is in danger again.
“Go away,” I said through the door.
The voice didn’t waver. “You need to hear this. Your son is in danger. Kael Nightbane is coming for him.”
My blood ran cold.
“How did you know about this? Who sent you?” I asked.
“Nobody sent me. I know because I see things before they happen, but I belong to no pack. I have only come here to warn you.” The man said and continued without giving me a chance to ask another question.
"The Crescent Moon is the only safe sanctuary for you and your son. And even if you don’t go, the Alpha Crescent Moon might end up summoning you because of something ancient." The man said in an urgent voice.
Draven.
The name found a way to the crevice of my mind, digging up memories I had fought so hard to bury all these years—his rejection, the humiliation, the betrayal.
I gritted my teeth. “Tell Draven I’m not coming back.” I shouted, not caring whether the man was a part of his pack or someone mysterious.
Silence stretched on the other side of the door. Then: “You’ll regret it.”
The weight of his words pressed down on me, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going back. I can’t go back to the world that found joy in destroying me without mercy. I can’t go back to the world where every corner is stained with an enemy. Where friends can suddenly turn to a foe in the blink of an eye.
I will never go back there.
I didn’t move from where I was standing until the mysterious man’s footsteps faded down the hallway. It was then I finally lowered the knife. My pulse was becoming fast and quickened, my breathing shallow.
Auren crept into the room, his eyes wide. “Who was that?”
“Nobody important,” I lied. “Go back to your room.”
He didn’t move. “Mom, are we in trouble?”
I swallowed hard. “No. Everything’s fine.”
But as the night dragged on, doubt crept in. I paced the apartment, unable to sleep. The man’s warning echoed in my mind.
Kael Nightbane is coming for your son.
My instincts screamed that I should run. But where? How far could I go before they found us again?
I stared out the window, the city lights flickering like restless stars.
“Mom?” Auren’s voice trembled behind me.
I turned, my heart sinking at the fear on his face.
He pointed to the window, his voice barely a whisper. “Someone’s out there.”
My breath caught.
I spun back to the window—and froze.
Glowing eyes gleamed from the darkness below, cutting through the night like beacons.
Fuck! They had found us.
Eira’s JourneyEira’s POVThe night the Crescent Moon fell into silence, I was already far from the packhouse, hunting shadows that refused to die.They said the war was ending. That Zaira had been defeated. That peace was finally within reach.But I knew better. Evil never really dies. It lingers like smoke after fire, drifting through the cracks of memory, waiting for the wind to stir it awake again.The forest was still bleeding. The trees whispered secrets to me as I moved, fast, silent, every step a dance between the living and the lost. My daggers were coated in wolfsbane, my senses sharp, my heart heavy. The air reeked of burnt magic, a reminder of what we had lost to the witch’s rage. The ground beneath my boots was soft with ash and sorrow. Every breath tasted like goodbye.“Come out,” I murmured, my voice steady but tired. “You’ve run far enough.”A rustle answered me, faint but deliberate. From the thick shadows emerged one of Zaira’s last sentinels, a rogue wolf, trembling
The Vow Under the MoonNyra’s POVThe night was quiet.Not the kind of quiet that felt empty, but the kind that wrapped around you like a soft blanket. The kind that said: you’re safe now.The full moon hung high above the forest, silver and gentle, casting light over the clearing behind the packhouse. The grass shimmered faintly, and the air smelled like wildflowers and rain.Draven had told me to meet him there after the pack had gone to rest. He hadn’t said why. But something in his eyes told me it wasn’t just for a walk.When I reached the clearing, he was already there, standing beneath the moonlight, dressed in black. His hair caught the light like silk, and his eyes, those deep stormy eyes, found me instantly.He smiled faintly. “You came.”“Of course,” I said softly, stepping closer. “You told me not to be late.”He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “You’re never late. You just like to make an entrance.”I folded my arms, pretending to be serious. “You say that like it’s a bad
Auren’s Training DayAuren’s POVThe sun hadn’t even climbed over the trees yet, but Lydia was already standing in the middle of the training field, arms crossed, expression sharp as a blade.“You’re late,” she said the moment she saw me.I puffed out a breath. “It’s not even sunrise!”“Exactly,” she replied. “The Moon doesn’t wait, and neither should you.”Sometimes, I think Lydia secretly enjoyed making me sweat.The training ground was still damp from the night dew. The smell of wet grass filled the air, and a few warriors were already sparring in the distance. My muscles were sore from yesterday, but I didn’t say anything. Mama always said strength wasn’t about what you could do, it was about what you kept doing even when it hurt.“Focus,” Lydia ordered, her silver staff tapping the ground. “Show me your flame.”I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. The world went quiet for a moment, only the thud of my heartbeat and the whisper of the wind in my ears. Then, warmth began to build i
The Luna’s First MorningNyra’s POVThe first morning after peace felt… strange.Not because something was wrong, but because, for once, nothing was.I woke up to sunlight streaming through the curtains, soft and warm against my skin. The air smelled like pine and honey, the scent of home. For a moment, I simply lay there, listening. No screams. No alarms. Just the steady rhythm of Draven’s heartbeat beside me.He was still asleep, one arm lazily draped over my waist, his breath brushing against my shoulder. I watched him for a while, tracing the faint scars on his chest with my eyes, the ones that told the story of everything we survived.He looked peaceful.I think that was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.When his lashes fluttered and his silver eyes opened, a slow smile spread across his face.“Good morning, Luna,” he murmured, voice deep and rough with sleep.“Morning,” I whispered back, smiling. “I could get used to this.”He chuckled softly. “You had better. Because I’m
Where the Moonlight FallsNyra's POVBy morning, the ashes were gone. Lydia said the wind took them during the night. What was left of Zaira blew away into nothing. No one said anything about it, but I could feel how everyone felt relieved. The heavy weight that weighed us down for so long was finally gone.And for the first time in so many years, I woke up without being afraid.A soft and golden sunlight reflected in through the curtains. Draven was still sleeping right next to me, and his arm was around my waist. His breath was warm on my neck, and it was slow and calm. He did not leave my side for once, ever since the battle started. Not even once. I do not think he trusted the world enough to leave me all by myself.And to be honest, I don't think so either.But when I slowly turned to look at him, I saw his eyes open. I saw something I had not seen in so long. Peace. No anger. No darkness. Just him."Good morning," he said, his voice was rough from sleep.I smiled. "Morning."He t
The battle with the Shadow 2Nyra's POVAuren's face was wet with sweat, but his eyes were firm. His small arms shook from holding so much power, but he did not waver. "Go back to ash," he said. His voice shook but stayed sure.The net fell inward, trapping Zaira in a cocoon of silver and gold. She thrashed. Her flames sputtered. Smoke rose from her body. Her screams turned deep and rough, then high and sharp, then broke into a thousand voices at once. All the people she had hurt. All the souls she had taken. They were crying out one last time."No! I cannot end it."But she did.With a final roar, the cocoon flared so bright that it blinded me. I closed my eyes, but the light burned through my eyelids. The air crackled and popped.When the light faded, the remaining thing left was just a pile of black ash. It smoked on the ruined floor. Thin wisps of smoke curled up from it, then disappeared into nothing.Silence fell.The kind of silence that feels heavy. That pushes down on everyth







