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Luca
I should've known something was weird the moment I woke up, with the scent of burnt pine and damp earth filling the scent of my bed sheets. The kind of smell that only means one thing: something's coming, not something good or something ordinary, just heavy enough to stir the wolf in me that never used to speak.
The morning was quiet, my house was as quiet as a grave yard. My aunt had left early, like she always did on full moon days. She never said why, and I stopped asking after my thirteenth birthday. I just knew not to follow, peek or even question.
The shift wasn't supposed to happen until sundown and everyone knew that....at least, that's what the elders preached, you wake with the moon, then shift with the stars and afterwards find your place under the sky and accept it. But my skin was already itching, and my muscles were twitching. Like underneath my skin, my new wolf was waking, it felt early-uninvited and impatient.
I pushed the blanket off and sat up slowly, my shirt stuck to me and I was damp with sweat. My heart was thudding like I had run a mile in my dreams or maybe I had, maybe I was running from something I couldn't name or maybe I already knew and I just didn't want to admit it.
By midday, I couldn't breathe.
I avoided the training fields, where boys our age tried to guess what rank they would shift into tonight, boasting about bloodlines they didn't earn, and laughing about how weak Omegas were, how they should be culled, controlled and used. I said nothing, I just listened with my head down, but my heart was pounding unusually.
Because I didn't feel like a Beta today, at least not like I used to.
When I found Rafe behind the stables, he was sitting on that crooked fence we carved our initials into years ago. His back was to me, but I could feel him, his warmth and.
He always looked like he belonged to the land, his eyes were wild, golden, and somewhat beautiful, with an aura that screamed 'born to command', but I never said that out loud, because it would probably get to his head.
He turned before I spoke, "You okay?"
I wasn't.
But I nodded anyway and climbed up beside him, trying not to wince as the heat under my skin grew worse again.
He gave me a long look, like he could see through the smile I forced, like he could hear my thoughts, but Rafe being Rafe, he didn't press, he let me carry my silence.
Until he didn't.
"Luca," His voice dropped, and it felt unusually light, "Something's not right with you."
I tensed up a bit, "Oh it's nothing.... just my nerves."
His eyes narrowed, "No it's more".
I couldn't hold the lie any longer, "I feel like I'm burning from the inside."
He went still.
I braced myself for the worst, maybe fear or disgust to how he'll react, but Rafe didn't flinch, he leaned in closer, and I could smell him...cedar and storm winds, it felt familiar and safe. We lay in silence, letting our unspoken thoughts dance through the tension between us and somehow that felt comforting to me.
Then sunset arrived, the sun went behind the trees of the forest giving way to a new dawn, for me, then the moon emerged to sky as if in a hurry to confirm my fears...it was too soon.
My bones snapped first and my hands hit the ground, I screamed in pain, Rafe was shouting my name, holding me down, and trying to stop what couldn't be stopped.
It was too soon!....this was too fast for me.
My skin tore, and reshaped, my vision became blurry and all I saw was silver light, then last thing I heard was my own howl, it sounded weak and....wrong?.
Then silence.
When I woke, it was totally dark. The moon was full and high, casting shadows across the clearing, my clothes were shredded and my limbs hurt, but that wasn't what scared me, it was what struck my nose first.
The scent.....my scent.
It wasn't Beta or Alpha
It was Omega!.
Rafe was crouched nearby, his eyes glowing faint gold, his wolf felt just beneath the surface and he was staring at me like I was prey or worse.
He opened his mouth to speak, but a branch snapped behind us, we weren't alone.
Then air around changed, it now felt cold and electric, Rafe stood instantly, growling low.
I didn't even get the chance to ask what he saw.
Because something lunged from the trees and everything went black again.
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I could sense the shift in my atmosphere even before I opened my eyes.
It wasn't the cold sweat clinging to my skin, or the way my heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to escape.
It was the silence of the woods behind the pack house, it was never this quiet, even in the dead of night, I should've heard owls or the wind or someone sneaking a smoke behind the training sheds. But now....there was nothing.
It was just me, the moon, and this strange... stillness.
I sat up, my limbs were still trembling. My back was damp against the forest floor, leaves sticking to my bare skin and my breath felt foggy in the chilly air. I couldn't remember how I got here, but the last thing I recalled was Rafe and I leaning into each other, no talk just sky gazing and then suddenly the moon had been so bright it hurt to look at, my skin had itched and my bones.....god, my bones had felt like they were breaking from the inside out.
Then...blackness and now this.
I staggered to my feet, naked and trembling, every nerve in my body was screaming, something had changed, I could feel it in my blood. My body felt a little too sensitive, like even the breeze made me shiver like a fevered animal.
That's when I smelled it again or rather....me.
My scent.
It was different now, it was softer and mild, like crushed violets and wild flowers underneath. I knew that scent, I'd smelled it on the others, on the ones we weren't supposed to talk about, the ones who walked with their heads bowed, and forced into silence, used and discarded.
Omegas.
"No," I choked, "No, no, no-"
My knees buckled.
This couldn't be happening, I was supposed to be a beta or worse yet and Alpha, nothing special, just... average and safe.
But now I could feel the truth in every beat of my traitorous heart.
I was an Omega and in our pack, Omegas didn't survive long, then I heard a snap behind me, I turned sharply, and my heart lodged in my throat.
Rafe.
He stood at the edge of the clearing, he was shirtless, and breathing hard, his eyes were glowing in the moonlight like a storm about to break. His wolf was close to the surface and I could feel it, I could feel him.
Then I felt a twist in my chest, not out of fear, but worse.
It was need.
His eyes locked onto mine, and suddenly I couldn't breathe, not because I was scared, but because everything inside me went still. My skin felt like it was buzzing and I could smell his now rich, and earthy scent spiced with a deeper feeling. My body swayed toward him before my mind caught up.
He stepped forward and I stepped back.
"Don't," I whispered.
His voice was hoarse, "Luca... what are you?"
I wanted to lie, to probably run, to scream, but the words got caught in my throat, and tangled with the anger in my veins.
Then, without warning, I doubled over with a cry—agony.
Like fire under my skin, my nails clawed the earth as a heat surged through me, centered low and burning. My wolf-new, confused, and terrified howled inside me.
"Luca!" Rafe rushed to me, dropping to his knees, his hands gripped my shoulders, "What's happening?"
"I don't....god, I don't know!" I gasped. My whole body convulsed, "It hurts....Rafe....it hurts"
I looked up, and that's when I saw it, there was a change in his eyes, recognition and bond?!
But how??
"Shit," Rafe breathed, his hands were trembling on my skin, "No...this isn't....we can't..."
I arched off the ground with a cry, heat surging so violently through me I thought I'd explode, my back bowed, and every nerve screamed for something....or someone....to ease the ache.
His scent was everywhere now, and it was drowning me.
His body pressed closer.
"You're burning up," he muttered. "Luca, this isn't normal, You're...your scent....", and then his lips were at my neck and it felt like a bond between us, one I couldn't understand.
I winced, "Please..."
He stilled, "Do you know what you're asking for?"
I didn't, heck I didn't even understand what w
as going on, but one thing was for sure my wolf did and it wanted him.
LUCAThe cavern was a giant, gaping mouth of stone, and I was standing on its tongue.Torches flickered on the walls, throwing wild shadows, all around, on ledges and balconies carved from the rock, were the Kindred Rogues. Hundreds of them. Men, women, their eyes reflecting the firelight, watching me in complete silence. They smelled of pine, wet earth, and a wild, untamed magic.In the center of the cavern floor was a wide circle drawn in pale, glowing dust. That was where I stood, the Moon Trial ring.Kael, the rogue leader, stood just outside the circle. He was a big man with scars across his face. “The circle is charged with lunar ash.” he said, his voice echoing.“It will amplify what is in you, if you are what you claim to be, the moon’s power will answer, you will make the ash glow with your own light, you have until the moon reaches the shaft above.” He pointed upward.High in the cavern roof, a narrow shaft was cut, a perfect beam of cold, white moonlight shone straight do
RAFE'S POVThe cell was exactly what I thought it would be.Stone, damp and cold, chains thick and silver-laced, bolted to the wall, clasped tight around my wrists. The smell of mildew, stale water, and my own blood.My left eye was swollen, nearly shut from the guard’s fist, my ribs ached with every breath, but the pain was just light, the only thing that mattered was the bond.It was still there, a steady and humming warmth in my chest, Luca was alive. He was scared, but alive. I focused on it, letting it feed my anger, using the anger to burn through the cold and the hurt.They’d thrown me in here hours ago, after the fight in the tunnels. I’d taken three of Caleb’s goons down before a fourth got a lucky hit with a silver-weighted club. The world had gone dark, and I’d woken up here.The door was solid iron, with a small slot at the bottom for food. No window. The only light came from a flickering torch somewhere down the hall, casting weak, dancing bars of orange through the grat
LUCA'S POV“He’ll be back.” she said, her voice sad and fragile. “He doesn’t give up, he would use Rafe as a bargaining chip, they always use what you love most."“He wants to use me to kill his own father.” I said, the reality of settling strangely in my brain. It wasn’t about revolution, it was about patricide.“He wants to use you to take power.” she corrected. “Cain is just the obstacle in his way.” She turned to me, her expression grim. “The trial they have for you tomorrow… it’s real, the Kindred Rogues revere the old myths they’ll test your connection to the moon… If you prove it, they’ll protect you as a living relic. If you fail…”“I’m Caleb’s property.” I finished. The word tasted like dirt.“Do you know why you couldn't sense your alpha?" she asked, changing the conversation.“No, I don't mom.” I replied honestly.“It happens when your emotions are high, when you feel a connection strongly, and want to speak through it.” Her eyes were knowing, like she understood what I
LUCA'S POVThe cell was not what I thought it would be.It was a round room, like a stone well, with a trail of moonlight slipping down from high above.I woke up on a thin mattress, my body was still hurting from the dart, and my head felt thick with pain. But the bond in my chest was still there, a quiet signal linked to Rafe.I pushed up to sit alright, when I heard a very familiar voice that I thought was dead.“You’re awake.”I scrambled back forcefully, scared that I was hallucinating, when she stepped into the light. She was skinny, her clothes hanging loose. Her hair was a mess of black and silver.But her eyes… they were my eyes. Grey, and glowing faintly, eyes that I never forget anyway.My breath seized, and my sight blurred with disbelief. “But you’re dead….” I stammered.Her smile was sad. “I know.”“Mom?” The word sounded strange in my mouth.She nodded, a tear flowing through the dirt on her cheek, she didn’t come closer.“How?” I whispered.“The rogues didn’t kill me,
Rafe's PovMy wolf wanted to howl. It wanted to tear, to break, to sink its teeth into something and not let go.The silence after the rogues took Luca was worse than the fight. It was loud ringing sharply in my ears, a cold dread filled my heart, where the bond had been. But I could still feel him a thin, silent drag pulling northeast but it felt fragile and stretched.The river washed the blood from my shoulder but couldn’t touch the fury. I crouched, snatching the silver dart from the mud, its tip was coated with silver Wolfsbane, not for killing but for capture.“Rafe.”Zayne called as he stepped out from the tree line, his voice sounded hoarse,and there was a fresh cut above his brow.His eyes swept the clearing, the dart in my hand his face twitched, but he didn’t ask, he already knew.“Kindred Rogues.” He said, nodding his head sadly. “They are the marked ones, Rafe, they don’t hunt for sport. They hunt for power.”“They took him.” My voice sounded strange, it was filled with
RAFEThe forest had never felt so loud.Each crunch beneath my boots was a threat, and every rustle of leaves screamed a warning. I kept glancing over my shoulder, my instincts screaming at me that we were being followed even though we hadn’t seen anyone since we left my house.Luca walked a step ahead, his hood was pulled low, and his shoulders seemed tense. The moonlight made his hair glow silver, he didn’t speak, but I could hear his heartbeat, fast, uneven and matching mine.I wanted to reach for his hand, to ground us both. But that wasn’t an option anymore, not with the way our scents had changed.We reeked of bond.It clung to us....faint, but wrong and different. Anyone with a nose would notice it soon, and once they did, we were dead.Zayne’s sudden return hadn’t helped. He trudged behind us now, silent as a shadow. His presence gnawed at me, it felt alive, changed and haunting.He hadn’t said much when we left, just that we needed to move, and fast.Now, I couldn’t stop thin







