The silver moon hangs perfectly and brightly over the sacred forest and gives it a wonderful glow through the old oak outside. Aria clings to the rough bark of a large tree at the end of the ritual, her ribs piercing her heart like a longing for freedom. The Moon ritual - the holiest night in her group’s calendar - takes place before her and is full of mysterious glory.
She shouldn’t be here, Omega didn’t have a license, but that wasn’t her intention. They are used to staying in the shadows, serving, purifying and remaining invisible. But tonight, there is something that attracted her, a charm that she couldn't resist, she couldn't say or ignore it. Her wolf was constantly under her skin, aroused more than ever. The group formed a concentric circle around an old stone altar in the middle of a forest, where elder Moira wore a white ceremonial dress that seemed to shine in the moonlight. The hierarchy was presented in perfect order: Alpha Kale and the Pack Elite Warriors are in the inner circle, Beta and his family are in the second circle, and the puppies rest like a wave on the pond. Aria is not part of this circle; her place was in the kitchen; she cleaned the kettle and took an empty cup. But tonight, an old power draws from her bones and whispers her name through the folds of the leaves. Hope is nonsense, dreams are dangerous, but it remains. "Tonight, under the divine light of Mother Moon, the goddess reveals her divine will," and the voice of old Moira spreads in the forest with supernatural clarity. "We’ve been waiting for this moment for 25 years, and tonight the true companion of Alpha will be revealed." She sighs at the gathered wolves, and Aria feels her lungs contract. Traditionally, the exact age of the moon goddess Kale indicates that a marital relationship is 25. For those who are scheduled, the Birthday Wolf may appear earlier. Some were not blessed.Kale stands under an altar in the moonlight.
His black hair glows silver and his powerful figure exudes power, making him the youngest alpha in Shadow Claw history. Even in a distant shelter, Aria can see the tremendous tension on her shoulders, and her hands are bent sideways to become comfortable. He was nervous, a discovery that surprised him. Alpha should not show weakness or fear of anything. However, the pack has a hard jaw and his usual safety attitude is a bit tense.“Next month, Shadow Claw will help our Alpha have a baby and lead our team to a new era of prosperity.”
Moira raised her arms and said to the moon. The ancient hermitage around the neck began to shine with a supernatural glow. “Reveal your choice, goddess.” The air was filled with magic; Aria's skin was shattered by electric current, and her wolf trembled wildly in her heart. Something was wrong, or rather, something was happening. Before the storm, electricity broke through the forest like lightning. The old henchmen shone even more, casting dancing shadows on the faces of the assembled packs. When the light started to flash, its scent hit its face at…... Aria, who was in the shadows and dared not suddenly stand out. Her instinct is to flee, but her feet are fixed in the woods. The silence that followed was deafening. Three hundred eyes stared at her with astonishment. At the center of the supernatural interest, Aria was vulnerable and exposed, and her usual servant’s clothes seemed bad for the rituals of members of the royal group. She wanted to sink to the ground, disappear and wake up from the cruelest dream you can imagine."No".
Alpha Kyle words were as a physical blow. His face becomes pale and his black eyes open in terror. "No, it is impossible. " Elder Moira's arms fall to the side and the light disappears in a short time. But there was some damage. The goddess of the moon spoke and her message was clear. Omega’s humble servant is hardly tolerated by the wolves and is destined to be his bearer. "She chosen by the goddess of the moon," said Moira in a trembling voice, Aria Blackthorne, the true companion of Alpha Kyle Morrison. The forest is confused. "It’s definitely a mistake!" Lyric's voice broke. "I don’t see anything! She is nothing! " "Why become Omega Moon?" The others scream. Aria’s leg broke. She collapsed on a log, passed through a rough shell and bent into the forest ground. This union, which was silent until now, has suddenly found life between them. She can feel Kyle’s shock, disgust and hopeless denial. The connection is shocking, beautiful and terrifying. Through the connection, she experienced her perspective - seeing herself through her eyes. Small, insignificant, entirely wrong for the position which fate had imposed upon him. "The prick that brought you breakfast, which was never good, would stand by your side as an equal? It was ridiculous. It was a horrible thing." Kale approached her, each step heavy as the pack increased their anger. His beautiful face was distorted by something between anger and panic, his wolf domination shining out into the waves. But Aria could not keep calm because the blessing or the curse of the moon goddess had changed something deep in her. He sat down on his feet and rocked softly, and for the first time in his life he found his alpha-glance. "It's wrong," he said his voice sounded through the haunted grove. "The goddess made a mistake. She must not be real. " The pain penetrated Arias' chest. Not just an emotional pain, but a physical torment as the discarded connection began to tear apart her soul. She puts a hand on her heart. "The goddess of the moon does not make mistakes, Alpha Kale," said elder Moira calmly, but his words reached all ears. Kale's hands shook. "So, explain to me how a worthless omega must be my moon! How can anyone without descent, without power, without value lead this pack by my side!" Every word was a dagger, a braided belt, love and hate that fought for power. She tried to defend herself, stood up, but what could she say? Everything he said was true, at least at first glance. "Maybe," Lyric echoed, "the moon goddess is testing our alpha wisdom." Kale's expression changed. "Yes, a test, a challenge. " The piece crumbled on the edges. Aria sighed and bent as the torment passed. Kale's determination has been strengthened."Alpha " warns old Moira, "Rejection of a marriage bond blessed by the Goddess results to…… "
"I have to put up with it." said the cold alpha. "Some mistakes are very costly. " Thanks to his connections, Aria felt at the moment that he had made his decision. He will reject her tomorrow. She will have been his partner for several hours. Again, impossibly, the future Shadow Claw Pack Moon. But when she found his cold, determined gaze, Aria knew with crystal clarity that her world would end at dawn.The quiet that followed Draven's withdrawal felt even more foreboding than his attack.The broken grove was strewn around Kale indiscriminately, his chest rising and falling with short jerky gasps. The moon shield was gone, but Aria's sense of connection between them vibrated like the sound of a plucked lute. She touched her fingers to his shoulder before he fell."Kale!" The cry ripped from her throat as she fell to one knee beside him, her hands scrambling down his chest as she sought to comprehend why he was hurt. He was alive, his heart rate steady, but something was irrevocably broken. Black veins were creeping beneath the skin like ink on water, spreading outward from the three parallel gashes across his chest that she was positive she hadn't seen a matter of seconds before."The shadows," he whispered, hardly more than a breath. "When I held you.They marked me."Going-away gift. Although their escape had been worked out, the dark sorcerer had managed to injure them. Wounds were
The world divided into radiant patches.One instant, Aria was screaming as Draven's shadows wrapped around her belly. And the next, she was elsewhere, standing in a location between heartbeats, between the position of thought and reality. The vision hit her like a bolt of lightning, sudden and intact, yanking her mind off the battlefield even as her body remained trapped in mortal peril.She stood in a clearing that was and wasn't theirs. The trees were the very same oaks, but they burned with a light within them that seemed to indicate they were constructed of starlight. The earth beneath her toes throbbed with life so intense it made her weep. And there, laughing like silver bells, was a child.Her son.The small child couldn't have been older than three, Kale's moon-clutching hair and silver eyes, but the light took the wind from Aria's lungs. The girl didn't simply reflect light, she radiated it, like she'd consumed the moon and inhaled it within her. Each step she took brought sm
The initial shadow cut like a knife across moonlight.Aria sensed it before she saw it, something that had misfired that had her spirit retreating in horror. The wall that had resisted three waves of Eclipse wolves shook, and she stood immobile in horror as tendrils of pure shadow started seeping between her pack's forms."Hold the line!" Kale's voice growled in the uproar, but even his alpha voice could not conceal the tension. His silver gaze met hers across the field, and in that brief moment of eye contact, she could read what he could not speak in words. The rites were having their effect. Black magic from Draven was undoing all that they had established.Rebecca broke ranks, and Aria's heart missed a beat as she looked to see why. A huge Eclipse wolf, whose coat was clotted with glyphs etched in something that looked like blood, had shredded a hole in the protection ward with blades that shone like obsidian. It attacked the young wolf, still not quite past his first full moon, a
The change resonating within the grove's sorcery shouldn't have been mended. Aria felt it deep within her spirit—the dark imprisonment that had surrounded Kale for months gradually dissolving as other patterns emerged in its stead, patterns that complemented the thumping of her soon-to-be-born daughter's heart. The babe within her wasn't merely transforming Draven's sorcery; she was assuming it, warping it into something entirely unique.But Draven's original astonishment had already evolved into something much darker."Smart," he said, his voice that of a veteran tactician who had altered course due to unanticipated events. "You've gone and spoiled my bonding with your Luna essence, come up with something which doesn't quite work for both of you completely. But by doing that, you both hastened a plan which took shape with a timeline of years."The fighting around them went on unabated, but Aria sensed the change of mood. Shadow-beasts were coalescin
The two words poised in the red air like a blade waiting to descend. The commotion surrounding them held still, as if the wood itself were holding its breath, waiting to determine if the plan formed centuries ago by the old wizard would be frustrated by a plot to alter the very nature of the plan.Draven gazed at Aria with the calculating interest of a collector looking over some valuable relic. His shape rippled in the light of the blood moon, darkness gathering around him like a living entity as he considered choices that lay beyond mortal understanding."How interesting," he said finally, his tone laced with sarcasm that crawled across her skin. "The Luna throws herself on the grave of her mate. How very selfless. How very poignant.""Take me," Aria said again, still with palms against the ward barrier between them. "I am stronger than Kale, my magic deeper. I would be a better vessel.""ARIA, NO!" Kale's angry roar shook the warfield as he thrashed uselessly in unseen bonds which
The shadows moved.What had seemed forest shadow mere moments ago now writhed and twisted into impossible forms—creatures of living nothing that seeped along the periphery of the grove like oil in hatred. They were led by Draven, who cast aside any semblance of humanity. His form towered over his minions, hemmed about by darkness that devoured light, and where he stepped upon consecrated earth, blades of grass turned to ash.Aria planted herself smack in the middle of the line, magic crackling around her like some kind of cosmic warning sign. Luna power—full-on silver, lighting her up against that blood-red moon. On both flanks, her pack lined up, all tough stares and squared shoulders, but come on. She could smell it—fear, sharp as pennies—hiding under their bravado. No amount of training wipes that away when you’re staring down a nightmare."Wards holding!" Elena cried from her position by the eastern anchor stone, though worry furrowed each line of her weathered face. "But they're