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A beautiful sunset illuminated the Sacred Mountains of the North, whose peaks were covered with thick snow, an unmistakable sign of the particular snowfalls of the area. As we drove along the road, the orange color of the sky embellished a landscape worthy of a postcard.
Everything seemed beautiful and idyllic until I was aware of the cold seeping hard through the car window. I pulled my coat tightly around me to warm my body. The guards up ahead paid no attention to me; they were just laughing at an anecdote about a rookie who had failed the guard exam.
The fact that they were distracted was an advantage for me.
I didn't need them to decide to study me.
Anyone with a little expertise could understand that I was cold and that would never be common for the daughter of a Beta. I smiled wryly at that fact, but the reality was that I was freezing to death because I, unlike a common wolf who could withstand the coldest temperatures in nature, could not summon my beast for warmth.
I still couldn't figure out if my beast had died or if it was just sleeping. The reality was that since my she-wolf had disappeared, I was nothing more than a half-breed without a she-wolf. In short, in the food chain I was just a heap of weaknesses.
Before, when I hadn't even thought about the first shift, I could feel my beast under my skin. That made me the ideal candidate to go on missions where I could withstand extreme temperatures.
Now, I was reduced to a complete mess.
“Are you okay, Elara?” asked Max, the leader of the guardian group that had come to pick me up at home. “Do you need to go to the bathroom? We're almost there.”
“I'm fine, I just want the trip to be over,” I said sincerely.
I lived deep in the heartland, better known as The Nothingness, a place on the continent where there was nothing but rogues and half-breeds that we had somehow or other been isolated by the system. From the time we left that place until that moment, three whole days had passed, so I could only imagine that the Black Ice Pack couldn't be too far from the periphery.
It would take a whole week to go from the center to White Claws, the last Pack in the North.
“We're only fifteen minutes from Arcadia,” Max said, and I nodded.
I knew many things about the Black Ice Pack from the time I was assigned the mission to infiltrate, such as, for example, that Arcadia was the town that was considered the capital of the pack. However, I was completely unaware of the time it took to get there, as well as the layout of the place and its security.
For all of us who lived outside the North, the Black Ice Pack was something of a myth.
“Beta David is on a mission on the Eastern Border right now,” Max said, and that didn't surprise me. “Your family is going to receive you.”
I almost laughed out loud when he said that, but I kept my composure.
The reality was that they were not my family.
If it hadn't been for Tracy, the she-wolf who had been raised as the daughter of the family, having a nasty car accident in which she almost bled to death, it would never have been discovered that she didn't have the same blood type as her parents. That prompted doctors to run more tests and finally the guardians to conduct a thorough investigation that yielded a terrible truth: Tracy and I were switched as children.
“The DNA sample the orphanage took from you had a match to Beta David's blood; we need to take you to the pack to verify the veracity of the test,” Max said when he explained the situation to me at my house.
I could not believe anything at all.
Regardless, I was ready to meet a family I wasn't expecting.
Part of me was curious to meet them all.
Did we have the same hair color? Did we have similar smiles? Did we share the same moles? Would we have the same sarcastic sense of humor?
These were silly questions that arose from the need to quench my curiosity.
The car drove through a mountain, and I could see the impressive town that sat in a magnificent valley. The guards greeted everyone, and I could see how clean and orderly Arcadia was. The most fascinating thing was the sudden change in temperature.
I can live without freezing to my bones, I thought with amusement.
Suddenly, the guardian who was driving sped up the car, and we drove up a small hill until he parked outside a rock fence with a large black gate. We waited a few seconds, and the gate opened to let us through.
We drove through the fence, and a beautiful grove of trees welcomed us to show us a dirt road that led us toward an imposing mansion. My eyes widened in surprise.
“We've arrived,” Max said.
The guardian who was driving pulled the small suitcase I had from the trunk and handed it to me as I got out of the car. Max led me to the gate, and I could see at least three luxury cars parked around a fountain surrounded by small rose bushes with a sculpture of the Goddess right in the center.
I looked at the sculpture, marveling at such an impressive work of art.
“Beta David's property is one of the nicest in the pack,” Max said, and I nodded.
What I didn't expect was that, as I approached the entrance, a tall, middle-aged, blonde woman was standing outside. She looked stunning in an elegant dress. Next to her was a tall, muscular young man with light brown hair. He was wearing the training uniform of the famous Royal Lycan Academy.
They had the same features, the same shape of brown eyes, and the same cupid's bow on their lips. They were undeniably mother and son, and they were completely different from me.
From the expressions on their faces, they were not happy to see me.
“Lauren, this is Elara Doe,” the guardian said, and the woman looked me over from head to toe. “This is Elara and Theo Mikaelson.”
I was about to reach out to shake their hands when Theo spoke in a dismissive manner.
“She's the half-breed?” he asked with annoyance, as if I wasn't present.
That made me raise my eyebrows in surprise.
Lauren approached me with disdain and then sniffed loudly, then put on a disgusted expression that froze me in place.
“Aside from being a half-breed, you smell terrible—what a waste!” the Beta's wife exclaimed and clicked her tongue in irritation. “Denisse!”
Out of the mansion came a young woman much older than me, with red hair and freckles on her face. She was wearing a hideous green maid's uniform and looked at me with annoyance.
“Denisse, get rid of her suitcase,” Lauren said and walked into the house.
Theo gave me a disgusted look but followed in his mother's footsteps.
“We must go,” the guards said and hurried away.
I had a staring duel with Denisse, and she rudely snatched the suitcase out of my hands.
“Give me the stupid suitcase, you impostor,” the Omega said sharply.
I watched her take my belongings away, unable to believe what she just witnessed.
“What the hell is going on here?” I whispered in confusion.
At that moment I shook my head and watched the guards' car drive off.
I approached the fountain and concentrated on the statue of the Goddess.
I had to control the erratic breathing that my anger was causing me, so I took several deep breaths before stepping back a bit. Then I focused on the lush rose bushes that looked splendorous and tried to pick a rose, but someone stopped me.
“The thorns on those rose bushes are terrible,” said a male voice that made my skin crawl.
I turned to look at the man, and my mouth went dry.
He was a young man, at least eight inches taller than me and with one of the most beautiful faces I had ever seen in my life. His fair skin was tanned, his green eyes looked like vivid emeralds, and his stoic expression highlighted his masculine features. He was dressed in Royal Lycan Academy training clothes, and I could see the tribal tattoo of those training as a future Alpha.
He looked at me earnestly, and I brushed the petals of a rose unconsciously.
“I—”
"Beautiful things can be harmful.... The roses are bewitched to poison whoever dares to steal the offering from the Goddess," I said, and carefully moved my hand away from the roses.
His touch caused a strong current to jolt our bodies, and we pulled away in surprise. I looked at him stunned. It was the first time in my life I had ever felt anything like this. It wasn't a simple triboelectric effect; it was something more.
He opened his eyes in surprise, and then his nostrils flared sharply.
“What's wrong?” I asked, and he turned away from me.
God took three steps back, and then he turned and ran through the grove.
Running away from me.
What was that? I thought as a shiver shook my body.
Five years later.The threat of the cycle of power lingered, latent in the chaotic aura of my son, Niran, but the unity we had forged had become our armor against fate. We had learned to live with the truth: life was not the absence of problems, but the ability to solve them together.The midday sun fell on the central courtyard of the herd, transformed into a playground. The old stone walls, once symbols of siege, now served as a backdrop for laughter.I laughed, a free and loud laugh that echoed in the bond.I sat on the grass, my back resting on Aiden's lap, as I wove a crown of wildflowers. My triple mark was a familiar warmth beneath the linen of my tunic.This is happiness, Nira said placidly.Aiden, his Rune of Strength glowing faintly in the sunlight, smiled as he stroked my hair. His posture was one of total relaxation, a hard-earned peace.“You've been smiling like that all morning,” Aiden murmured, his voice deep. “What are you up to?”“I'm just enjoying everything,” I repl
One yearTime had moved differently since Adrik's final sealing.It was no longer a race against extinction but a slow and deliberate building of peace. A year had passed since the Triple Moon Pact was enacted and engraved on the Spiritual Veil with my Light, a year since the soul of the architect of darkness was contained in the cold abyss of my essence.The Black Ice Pack was now the anchor of the alliance.Its rebuilt walls were not a defense against fear but a symbol of resistance. The fear of the Purebloods had dissolved; the ideology could not survive without the Dark Magic that fed it. The half-breeds thrived, and the Lunar Justice Council, led by the now stable Alpha Kaelen and Theo, enforced the laws of Balance with fairness and firmness.Tracy, free from her mother's manipulation, had become an eloquent voice on the Council, a living reminder of the cost of betrayal and the beauty of redemption.The bond with Aiden, Jayden, and Brayden had settled into a sacred routine: Aide
ElaraI am back at the shelter, but it is no longer the same pack I left behind.In my chest, the triple mark burns softly, reminding me that my soul is not alone; it is an anchor for three more souls.I feel lighter, calmer, and more peaceful.The news that Adrik had not only been defeated but also sealed from existence spread like a shockwave through the spiritual veil. I felt the liberation of all the packs. It was a deep silence, the cessation of a long-standing oppression.The Pureblood Sect dissolved within hours.There was no need to hunt them down.Without their architect, without their source of Dark Magic that poisoned and unified them, their structure collapsed. The Dark Magic that had kept them fierce and loyal had been purified by my sacrifice. Without the poison, the followers were nothing more than confused wolves, returning to their territories, unable to sustain the doctrine of hatred that Adrik and Aldric had instilled in them.Fear and rage dissolved, leaving only a
ElaraThe truth revealed by Tracy had strengthened the foundations of the Freedom Alliance.My father's pain over Lauren's betrayal ran deep, but his focus remained on the war. The Black Ice Pack had withstood Aldric's diversionary attack in a brutal battle that Aiden's ranged defense and the magic unleashed by my sacrifice had managed to neutralize, and now, with knowledge of Adrik's hiding place in the Sacred Ruins, we had the ultimate advantage.An advantage I did not want to waste.The plan to attack the ancestral sanctuary was complex, designed by the unified minds of my mates. Aiden and Jayden would lead a two-pronged assault to destabilize the Ruins' traps. Brayden would focus on deactivating any defense runes Adrik might have reactivated. And I alone would be the final weapon.My Light would purify the space to prevent Adrik from activating the Sealed Magic.But I had my own plan.A plan that forced me, once again, into solitude.My rebirth in the Well of Liria had given me a
ElaraDying was a terrifying experience.But sacrificing myself for others would always be worth it.The return from the Well of Liria was a dizzying journey, a forced re-entry into physical reality that left me breathless. When my feet touched the frozen floor of the rune chamber, I knew immediately that I was no longer the same. My body felt light, my essence purified and expanded.The bond with Aiden, Jayden, and Brayden was not just a connection; it was a spiritual muscle pulsing with the power of the Triple Moon.My new moon eyes, intensely silver, saw the world not only on the physical plane but also in its energy flow: the poison of dark magic dissolving and the desperate auras of the pureblood purists still fighting in the halls of the pack. The magical lock that had imprisoned us had dissolved with my sacrifice, releasing the ancient magic.I felt fulfilled to see that, at last, evil was receding.The assault on Black Ice continued, but the purists' strength had been broken.
AidenMy heart burst.I still couldn't believe what had just happened.The cold returned to the rune chamber, an absolute and desolate cold that did not come from the mountains but from the void left by the sacrifice of my mate.A sacrifice that froze my blood.The silvery light had faded.All that remained was the smell of ozone and newly released Ancestral Magic, mixed with the stench of ash and purified Dark Magic. I was kneeling on the rock floor, my hands outstretched where, seconds before, my mate had been.My Elara.Reality was not physical; it was spiritual.The bond, which had always been a chorus of four souls, had been brutally silenced at its center. The pull of her essence, her Light, was gone. It had dissolved, consumed by the ancestral rune to purify Adrik's poison and break the Curse of Prophecy.I wanted to die in that moment.The last sentence, whispered only to us in the dying Bond, echoed in my soul like a devastating hammer: “If my destiny was to divide them... ma







