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2025-06-03 03:54:31Aurelia's point of view
I had sworn never to see him again.
Never to breathe the same air, never to speak his name, never to allow the ghost of Silas Blackthorn to crawl beneath my skin again.
And yet here I was, sitting in a sterile guest room in Grayson's pack, clutching a blanket too thin to warm the cold that had settled into my bones. Silas was outside, likely speaking to his Beta or preparing to leave this place. I didn’t want to go with him. I didn’t want to be near him. But I had no choice.
My son needed help, and Silas was the only one who could provide it now.
I hadn’t come willingly. I was being dragged by necessity and the aching, gnawing desperation that only a mother could understand. My boy needed care beyond what this decaying pack could offer. The disease
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CHASING HIS LUNA BACK A ROAD BACK TO PAST
Aurelia's point of viewDalton knocked lightly on the dorm door just as I tied the last knot on the burlap bag. His voice came muffled through the wood. “Aurelia, we’re leaving.”I opened the door and was met with the familiar sight of his stone-like face, save for the hint of awkward kindness that flickered when he glanced at my son peeking from behind me. “You’ll ride in the second car with the children,” he said, gesturing to the courtyard where two black SUVs idled like patient wolves. “Alpha Silas has already left.”I blinked. “Already?”Dalton nodded, unfazed. “Personal vehicle. You know how he is. Can’t even breathe in the same cabin when he’s in one of his moods.”That, at least, was a relief. One less hour spent locked in a confined space with the man who had shattered me with one decision years ago. My shoulders sagged in an exhale I didn’t know I was holding. “Right. Lead the way.”The children followed me closely, my son gripping my fingers, my daughter clutching the torn
CHASING HIS LUNA BACK UNSPOKEN PROMISES
Aurelia's point of viewThe room was quiet, save for the faint creak of the wooden floor beneath my boots. I stood in the center of the dormitory, my hands trembling slightly as I folded the last of my son’s clothes and tucked them into the frayed burlap bag that had become our traveling companion. It had carried what little remained of our lives from one territory to another, and now it would carry us to Blackfang.To Silas.The thought alone made my pulse quicken. There was no escaping him now. He had found us, intervened in the trial, and demanded justice. And somehow, fate had conspired to force our paths together again. But this time, it wasn’t about love or unfinished feelings. It was about a child. Our son. And his condition.I looked around the dorm one final time. There wasn’t much to say goodbye to. This place had been temporary from the moment we arrived. Just another stop in a long series of disappointments. I had never let myself get attached, because nothing about this p
CHASING HIS LUNA BACK SUMMONED IN SILENCE
Aurelia's point of viewThe silence in the room was too loud.I lay stiffly on the narrow bed, eyes locked on the cracks in the ceiling. A breeze slipped through the open window, but the cool air didn’t ease the fire still simmering beneath my skin. My side ached beneath layers of gauze, and though the healers said the wound was no longer bleeding, it felt like it had only just been branded, fresh and pulsing, the memory of the pain lingering longer than the burn itself.The door creaked open.An omega she-wolf stepped inside without knocking. Her movements were sharp, mechanical, as if trained not to feel. She kept her eyes averted.“You have been summoned to the packhouse,” she said plainly.I stared at her, unmoving. “Summo
CHASING HIS LUNA BACK TORN ROOTS
Aurelia's point of viewI had sworn never to see him again.Never to breathe the same air, never to speak his name, never to allow the ghost of Silas Blackthorn to crawl beneath my skin again.And yet here I was, sitting in a sterile guest room in Grayson's pack, clutching a blanket too thin to warm the cold that had settled into my bones. Silas was outside, likely speaking to his Beta or preparing to leave this place. I didn’t want to go with him. I didn’t want to be near him. But I had no choice.My son needed help, and Silas was the only one who could provide it now.I hadn’t come willingly. I was being dragged by necessity and the aching, gnawing desperation that only a mother could understand. My boy needed care beyond what this decaying pack could offer. The disease
CHASING HIS LUNA BACK APOLOGY
Silas's point of viewThe great hall of Grayson’s packhouse was already filled when I arrived. Wolves packed the stone floor shoulder to shoulder, their voices a low murmur of curiosity and gossip. The air buzzed with tension—part political, part territorial. I ignored it all.My eyes were on the entrance.Aurelia would be brought in any moment, and I wasn’t sure what I feared more—seeing her again in this hostile place, or watching her be paraded like a prisoner in front of the very wolves who had tormented her.Dalton stood beside me, arms crossed, brows drawn low in quiet wariness. “You sure this won’t blow back?”“It already has,” I murmured.And then I saw her.Two guards escorted her inside, though it felt m
CHASING HIS LUNA BACK WEIGHT OF SILENCE
Silas's point of viewI stood by the hospital window, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the distant tree line of Grayson’s territory. The morning sun glared through the panes, but all I could see was the image of her—Aurelia, pale and broken, lying in that hospital bed with our children huddled beside her. The brand on her arm was still seared into my memory. 579. A number. That’s what they had reduced her to.Dalton, my beta, hovered behind me. His silence had stretched long, but I knew he wouldn’t hold his tongue forever.“We’re ready to leave, Alpha,” he said finally, his voice careful. “Just give the word.”I didn’t turn around. “Not yet.”A beat of silence. “We’ve overstayed our welcome. Grayson’s pack isn’t exactly thrilled with our presence. We’re deep in foreign territory, and if anything happens to you—”“I said not yet.” My voice came out sharper than intended.Dalton didn’t flinch. “Then tell me what the hell you’re planning.”I turned to face him, jaw clenched. “A lesson. One th
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