Chapter 52: The wind howled like a restless spirit, rattling the Midnight Pack's stone walls as if warning them of something no one could yet name. The air was sharp with tension, and the moon, an eerie silver coin in the dark sky, looked fuller than it should have been.Aria stood barefoot on the training grounds, her body aching but her eyes fierce. Blood stained the hem of her tunic, some hers, most not. Around her, warriors moved like shadows, silently preparing for what they didn’t understand.What none of them could understand.Because tonight, something ancient stirred in her veins.She could feel it pulsing under her skin. A burn. A whisper.“You were never just a warrior, Aria,” Kael had told her only hours ago. “You were born to end this.”But how could she believe that when her life had been shaped by rejection, betrayal, and scars that still bled on the inside?She looked across the field where Kael now spoke with Elder Mirka. His brows were furrowed, mouth tight. Alwa
Chapter 51: Aria stood at the edge of the Midnight Pack’s territory, the moonlight brushing her skin like a memory. The air was crisp, charged with something she couldn’t name. Behind her, the warriors gathered, waiting for her signal. Ahead, a thick fog crept in, unnatural and cold. It was the kind of fog that whispered secrets, the kind that wrapped around your bones and tried to pull you into the past.She knew this wasn’t just an ordinary patrol. Not anymore. The moment that sealed envelope had been delivered to Kael’s private chambers bearing the seal of the Alpha King everything had shifted."Aria," Kael said from beside her, his voice low, gruff. "Stay close. This fog isn’t natural."She turned to him. There was tension in his eyes, but also warmth. Despite everything his curse, her wounds, the prophecy, and the lies they’d chosen each other. For now.But now wasn’t enough with a new war looming.Aria nodded. "Let’s finish this patrol. Then we talk about the Alpha King’s
Chapter 50– The silence in the Midnight Pack’s war room was louder than a howl.Aria stood near the tall windows, moonlight brushing her cheek like a whisper. Her arms were crossed, jaw tight, eyes locked on the horizon as if she could see past the mountains. Past the pain. Past everything.Behind her, Kael didn’t move.He had been silent since they returned from the battlefield. The scent of blood and fire still clung to their clothes. His wound deep and angry across his ribs had stopped bleeding, but it throbbed with every breath.Still, the real pain wasn’t physical.It was her silence.“I told you the truth,” he finally said, voice rough.Aria didn’t turn around. “Not all of it.”Kael stepped closer, slowly, carefully, like a wolf approaching a wounded mate. “I told you I used you at first. That I needed you to survive. But I never meant for it to be like this.”“You marked me. Caged me. Lied to me,” she hissed. “And I still stayed.”She turned then, eyes flashing silver. “But
Chapter 49 - The silence in the Midnight Pack’s war chamber was suffocating.Aria stood at the head of the long obsidian table, her knuckles white from gripping the edges. Around her, Kael, Beta Lucien, Elder Mirka, and several elite warriors listened as the messenger’s words echoed like thunder in the quiet room.“The Alpha King summons you to the High Council in three days.”Three days.A war she hadn’t asked for. A bloodline she never knew existed.“What else did the King’s envoy say?” Kael asked, his voice steady, though Aria could feel the tension pulsing from him.The young wolf who delivered the message hesitated. “He said...the Council demands to see the Marked Luna.” His eyes flicked nervously to Aria. “He called her the ‘Moonblood.’”Aria’s stomach twisted.Moonblood.The word triggered something deep within her, like a long-forgotten melody echoing from her soul. She looked at Kael, but his face was unreadable, though his hand clenched the back of her chair.“That’s eno
Chapter 48The howling wind outside the Midnight Pack’s borders wasn’t natural. It carried whispers of ancient ones chanting in a language Aria didn’t understand but her wolf did. Her heart thudded against her ribs as she stood at the edge of the border line, arms crossed, eyes narrowing at the fog rolling in from the woods.“They’re watching us,” she whispered.Kael stepped beside her, his scent grounding her. “Not watching. Waiting.”“For what?”He didn’t answer. His face was hard as stone, jaw clenched. Whatever was coming, he already knew it wouldn’t be good.Behind them, warriors moved through the camp, reinforcing barriers, sharpening weapons, whispering rumors of war. Since Kael's wound from Zane’s last ambush, the entire pack had been on edge.But it wasn’t just the coming war that stirred fear.It was her.Ever since she’d led the last battle and broken Kael’s curse, wolves looked at her with awe and suspicion. Some bowed. Others glared.And she could feel it. The power in
Chapter 47: Fire and BloodAria’s body went stiff.She was face-to-face with the woman who haunted her dreams.The one she had seen in the bloodstone’s fire.Kael’s so-called true mate.Alive.And standing only feet away, in the heart of Midnight Pack’s most sacred hall.“How...?” Aria whispered, her voice trembling. Her claws slid out instinctively.The woman smiled coldly. She was stunning tall, raven-black hair cascading down her back, eyes that burned like crimson coals. Her presence radiated danger, and power. Pure, ancient power.“Hello, niece,” the woman said.Aria froze.Niece?“You’re lying,” Aria said, though her voice cracked.“No.” The woman stepped closer, her long cloak dragging over the marble floor. “I am Seraphina. Daughter of the last Moonshade Queen. Sister to your mother. And once, Kael promised Luna.”Seraphina.The name clawed through Aria’s memory, echoing from the forbidden scrolls Lucien had shown her.“Seraphina died in the Great Fire,” Aria said.Seraphina t