The Song Beneath the Waves

That night, sleep refused to come easily. I tossed and

turned in bed, the echoes of Becca’s

voice—”freak”—burning through my mind.

Every whisper, every sideways glance at training

replayed in my head until my chest ached.

When I finally drifted off, the darkness swallowed me

whole, until there was nothing.

I was standing at the cliff’s edge, the ocean crashing

below. The moon painted the waves silver, and the wind

carried a sound I had never heard before—

Sweet

Haunting

Impossible.

A melody that curled around my heart like a thread

pulling me closer.

A woman’s voice.

“Maya…”

I spun around as fast as I could. A figure stood in the

water, hair flowing like strands of starlight, eyes glowing

the same pale blue as the sea. Her beauty was

otherworldly, but it was the sorrow in her gaze that

struck me the deepest.

The woman raised a hand, reaching toward me. Around

her neck gleamed a silver pendant—spiraled like a

seashell, shimmering with faint light.

“My little one,” the woman whispered, her voice like

waves breaking gently on sand. “Forgive me.”

My chest tightened. I took a step forward. “Who are

you?” I asked.

But before the woman could answer, the waves surged,

dragging the vision away in a spray of foam. The song

faded, leaving only silence.

I jolted awake, gasping for air. Mysheets were drenched

with sweat, my pulse racing.

I pressed a hand to my chest—and froze.

My necklace was warm against my skin, glowing faintly

in the darkness. I lifted it, fingers trembling. It was the

same pendant I had seen in the dream.

The same one the woman wore.

“Who was that?” Is all i could say and think as it was on

repeat in my head.

The truth washed over me with the force of the tide. This

necklace wasn’t just jewelry. It was a link to my past.

A message.

And maybe, just maybe, the first piece of the answer I’d

been searching for my whole life.

The air in my lungs felt too heavy, too sharp. No matter

how many times I tried to push away the dream, the

woman’s voice—the song—clung to me. The necklace

around my throat pulsed faintly with warmth, like it had

its own heartbeat.

I slipped out of the pack house before dawn, desperate

for air. The forest pressed close around her, the ocean’s

distant roar calling from beyond the cliffs.

My chest burned. My veins felt like fire and ice, colliding.

Every emotion from the past few days—betrayal, anger,

fear—crashed together until it was too much.

And then it happened.

My knees hit the ground as a searing pain tore through

my body. I gasped, clawing at the dirt as my bones

shifted, my skin burned, my vision sharpened to piercing

clarity. Pain and power surged together in a storm I

couldn’t control.

When the pain faded, I wasn’t on my hands and knees

anymore.I was standing tall on four legs.

Snow-white fur glistened in the moonlight, glowing

faintly as though kissed by frost. My reflection in a pool

of water caught my breath—eyes blazing ice-blue, sharp

and unyielding.

A wolf, but unlike any I’d ever seen. Ethereal.

Untouchable.

“My name is Aurora.” I hear in my mind.

From the trees came a sharp intake of breath.

Alpha Damien.

His dark figure stepped into the clearing, eyes wide with

shock, jaw tight with something unreadable. Beside him,

Noah’s mouth parted in disbelief.

“It’s her,” Noah whispered, almost reverent. “The wolf

from the prophecy.”

Damien’s gaze locked onto me, searching, weighing.

Not as an Alpha commanding a packmate—but as a

man standing before something sacred, but also

terrifying.

My pulse thundered in my ears. I wanted to run, to hide,

but my paws rooted me to the ground. The earth itself

seemed to hum beneath me.

Damien took a step closer, his voice low. “Aurora.”

The name slid off his tongue like it had always belonged

to me.

My heart twisted. I didn’t know what prophecy they

spoke of, or why I was suddenly the center of it—but

deep down, a truth stirred. I was no ordinary wolf.

I never had been.

I let out a blood curdling howl and took off into the forest.

My first shift and already something was different with

my wolf.