LOGINđ„ Aron POVArria looked at me intently.Focused on something beyond my understanding.I felt nothing.No shift.No weight.No presence.Nothing.Not at first.Not even after several minutes.Eventually, she sighed.âIâm not part of its network,â she murmured absently.She wasnât speaking to us.Just thinking aloud.A few more minutes passed.Still nothing.If it werenât for the fact that Arriaâs face was slowly losing color, I could have assumed she wasnât doing anything at all.âItâs not working the way I hoped.âAnger and bitterness intertwined in her voice.She was about to lean back against the chair, but Fenrir pulled her against his side instead.âPushing harder will only drain you,â he told her. âExplain the results so far. We can come up with another idea together.ââYes.â Melanie straightened in her chair. âWhat exactly is different now that makes you think it should be possible to make it work faster?âArria exhaled slowly.âAccording to the elves, my magic runs in my blood
đ Arria POVThree more days was all we had left before we marched toward the portal, and the closer we got, the harder it became to ignore everything I still didnât know.Fiona refused to surface, which meant I wouldnât have access to the stronger, dominant form of a werewolf in battle.Worse, none of my experiments with plants had brought me any closer to understanding how the elves were planning to suppress Alaricâs curse during the full moon.Đy unease grew with every passing day, and the need to do somethingâto be more usefulâkept pulling me toward the one path that had always been mine alone to walk.To subjugate the thorns inside the enemy forces.Which was why, eventually, I found myself considering experimenting on Aron.Every other implanted person within the alliance had been observed and gradually influenced until their thornâs loyalty shifted away from Vaerion.Aron was the only exception.Deliberately.Whenever anyone suggested otherwise, I took responsibility for him im
đŠ Melanie POVOur small miracle chose that exact moment to make itself known to the world.The sound of its heartbeat suddenly filled the room with a fast, rhythmic thud.We froze.My hand was still resting in Aronâs.But his eyes were no longer on my face.They dropped lower.To the place where the invisible life was resting peacefully beneath my own heart.My free hand moved over my stomach before a thought could fully form.It was there.Truly.Not because Fenrir had said so.Because I could finally sense it for myself.For a moment, I was too stunnedâand at the same time too overwhelmed by the emotions surging through meâto think about anything else.My baby.The words echoed through my head in pure wonder as I unconsciously held my breath, completely focused on the rapid beat of its tiny heart.Then a barely noticeable twitch of fingers against mine pulled me back to the present.Aron.My attention snapped back to him.His eyes were still fixed on my stomach.His face carefully
đŠ Melanie POVI slammed the bond shut.I couldnât take another feeling, another thought, another glimpse of something Aron had kept buried beneath that impossible calm.Not now.I didnât know what to say, so I turned back toward the road and started walking.Aron didnât ask a thing.Didnât push.Simply fell into step beside me and walked home in silence.By the time we reached the house, I had convinced myself that work would help.It usually did.The documents I hadnât finished reviewing about the distribution of medicines were still waiting for me on the table.I sat down, opened the first one, and began reading.But by the time I reached the end of the first page, I hadnât absorbed a single sentence.My thoughts kept circling back.Again.And again.To everything I had felt through Aron.To everything I had refused to see before.Since the day the court had found him not guilty, Aron had changed the way he treated me.And I...I hadnât.Not at all.The shared dinners hadnât matter
đŠ Melanie POVAron finished presenting the plan for protecting the civilians in case part of the enemy forces attempted some kind of diversion.No one had anything else to add.No objections.No corrections.Perfect.I hated how easily the word came to mind nowadays.âDismissed.âFenrir ended the meeting with his usual lack of ceremony.Chairs scraped against the floor.Conversation rose in small clusters as people began filing out of the room.I stayed in my place, waiting for Arria.We hadnât had a chance to talk properly since they had awakened her wolf, and everything I knew had come secondhand from others.Aron didnât move either.I turned my head and gave him a critical look.I wanted some time alone with Arria.Alone being the important part.Ever since Aron had returned from his so-called sparring session with Fenrir, he had been attached to me like a shadow.If I went to the school, he walked me there, and when I came out through the gates later, he was already waiting for m
đ Arria POVSeven days.That was all we had left until the full moon.Until the elven invasion.Until the war that would decide the fate of our realm.âWhy donât we attack the palace before the full moon?â one of the Alphas around the table asked.âIt would be easier to win without the elves supporting Vaerion and the King, wouldnât it?â another chimed in.âIt makes sense,â several more agreed.âDivide the enemy and defeat one group after another.âA wave of small, approving nods moved around the table.âA prophecy was made a little over a month ago,â I told them. âIt stated that on the full moon, the world shall burn.âUneasiness moved through the room.Several expressions tightened.Then one of the Alphas frowned.âA prophecy? Really? By whom? Werewolves donât have prophets.âI turned my head toward him.âI see you already know the answer. It was made by an elf,â I pointed out. âSo what exactly are you implying?âHe shifted uncomfortably beneath my scrutinizing gaze.âItâs just tha
A year later. Sixteen. The age when a wolf answers. The clearing was filled once again. Torches circled the altar. Warriors lined the perimeter. Children were lifted onto shoulders. My fatherâs voice carried across the gathering. âTonight, our future steps fully into her power.â Cheers erupte
In the days that followed, changes began to appear everywhere. Patrols along the borders doubled. Training sessions started earlier and ended later. Warriors who had once joked with one another in the yard now moved with a sharper focus. At first the pack welcomed it. Strength always brings comfo
The pack was left in the hands of the Beta family. Again. And I was left to think about what to do from now on. There was a huge possibility that I would never be truly a werewolf. In fact, according to our history 18th was the last threshold. My parents' obsession with believing I had a wolf w
The moment my feet left the edge, the world fell silent. There was only wind. And peace. For one fragile heartbeat, I was free. Like a bird. Then something slammed into me from behind. Arms. Hard. Unforgiving. The impact hurled me sideways instead of down. Wood splintered. Something inside m







