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The Full Moon Rises
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2025-06-18 12:09:25The full moon rose like a glowing wound over the treetops.
Elena stood at the edge of the ceremonial clearing, her heart rattling like a caged thing inside her chest. All around her, members of the Ashfang Pack gathered in a slow, reverent hush. The earth pulsed with old magic. Drums beat low in the distance. Pine smoke curled in the air. She couldn’t stop her hands from trembling. Mara squeezed her wrist, eyes steady. “Breathe, okay?” Elena tried. Her lungs felt too small. “What if he’s not here?” “He will be.” “What if he is—” she swallowed, “—but he doesn’t want me?” Mara didn’t answer at first. Her silence said enough. The full moon ceremony was sacred. For those coming of age, it was the night the Moon Goddess would unveil fated bonds — an invisible thread pulling one wolf to another. For some, it happened instantly. For others, it struck hours later, days even. But when it happened, there was no denying it. Your wolf would know. Nyx stirred inside her, nervous and alert. Stay open, her wolf whispered. Don’t let fear drown the moment. The Elders lit the final torches as a hush fell across the circle. Alpha Lucien stepped forward, tall and broad and flanked by his Beta. Elena recognized the steady figure beside him immediately — Darian. Strong jaw, cold smile, golden wolf. He’d always drawn attention, always known his place in the pack. He was next in line to lead after Lucien stepped down. Elena had never spoken more than a few words to him outside of patrols or training. Still, her eyes snagged on him longer than they should’ve. A prickling chill rippled up her spine. Then it hit her. Hard. Sudden. Undeniable. A wave of heat curled through her chest — the same warmth she’d imagined in every dream. Nyx howled inside her, not in fear… but in recognition. Mate. Elena’s legs nearly buckled. Her vision swam. She looked up, startled, barely breathing. And Darian… looked right at her. His expression froze. Not in shock — but in something colder. His wolf shimmered behind his eyes, then vanished just as quickly. Darian took a step forward, then stopped. His lip curled, barely perceptible. “No,” he said quietly. It wasn’t a whisper. It was a verdict. The entire clearing stilled. Elena’s heart thudded once, then cracked. Darian’s voice carried through the silence. “I reject the mate bond.” Gasps flared around her like sparks. Elena’s mouth parted, but no sound came out. She felt Nyx recoil in pain, a strangled whimper echoing inside her mind. Her knees gave out and she dropped to the dirt, stunned. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Everything blurred — voices, light, the press of heat around her. She stared down at her hands, numb, as the bond began to dissolve like ash in water. Rejected. Just like that. Mara was beside her in seconds, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, baring her teeth at anyone who dared to stare. “It’s okay,” she hissed. “You’re okay, Elena.” But Elena wasn’t okay. She couldn’t even hear her own wolf anymore. The ache was too loud. The shame too heavy. She forced herself to stand on shaking legs. She wouldn’t cry. Not here. Not in front of him. “Let’s go,” she said, voice hollow. Mara hesitated. “Are you sure?” Elena didn’t answer. She turned and walked, barefoot and silent, out of the clearing and into the trees. The moment she crossed the pack’s edge, the moonlight shifted — a gust of wind swept down, tangling her hair, and the forest tilted around her. A new warmth bloomed beneath her ribs — different than before. Not sharp. Not painful. But deep. Ancient. Alive. Nyx stirred again, whispering with something close to awe. We’re not alone. And far off in the shadows, something was already moving toward her.
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