LOGINMoana’s POV
“What are you doing here at this time of the night, Moana?” The voice cracked through the hallway like a whip. My heart seized. I was right by the dark corner near the study door, my knees still pressed against the cold stone floor. My fingers had just closed around the thin, crisp parchment of my father’s letter. As I quickly slipped the letter deep into the inner pocket of my dress, the familiar calm voice stopped me in my tracks. The voice was too calm. And that intoxicating scent of leather and pine was impossible to miss. Dread crept down my spine. I slowly lifted my head and rose to my feet. A few meters away stood Kaelen, his large frame blocking the dim firelight pulsing from the nearest torch on the cold stone walls, leaving half his face in shadow. Thank the Moon Goddess it’s only Kaelen. A small wave of relief washed over me. “Oh. Good evening, Beta Kaelen,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “I didn’t know you were there.” I forced my hands to my sides, hiding the slight tremble in my fingers, and tried to look like nothing more than a servant caught where she shouldn’t be. He took a step closer. The air between us grew thick. “What did you put in your pocket, Moana?” His voice dropped, deeper now and deadly. “Are you now stealing from the Alpha’s study?” The words caught me off guard. My mouth went dry in an instant. I didn’t know what to say. I could feel the letter pressed against my skin through my pocket. I wasn’t sure I could trust even Kaelen. He had always been nice to me, but I could not let anyone know about this letter, not yet. Before I could gather my thoughts, Kaelen closed the distance between us in just two strides. I tried backing away, but with one hand he quickly grabbed my wrist and pinned me against the wall. The rough surface scraped my back through the thin fabric of my dress. His free hand moved toward the pocket at my hip. “Show me,” he ordered, his voice low and commanding. My heart was hammering so hard I thought it would literally crack my ribs. “Beta, please. It’s nothing important. Just some cleaning supplies.” His fingers brushed the edge of the pocket. The letter crinkled faintly beneath the fabric as I twisted my body, trying to break free, but his grip held firm. He cannot find it. He cannot. Just as his hand closed around the fabric of my dress, a deep horn blast ripped through the night, followed by another and then another. The alarms rang out in low, urgent notes that rolled across the castle and into the village beyond. The sound vibrated through the floor beneath our feet as boots thundered along the corridors, warriors shouted orders, and wall torches spat sparks and burned brighter while men rushed past the far end of the hallway with weapons clanging at their sides. Kaelen froze, his hand just inches from the letter. His head snapped toward the sound, but his grip on my wrist never loosened. “What in the name of the Moon Goddess is happening in the village?” he muttered. Then the heavy oak doors of the study slammed open beside us. Eldrick stepped into the corridor, already dressed for his journey north. He wore a dark reinforced leather tunic beneath a heavy fur-lined cloak, with twin axes hanging at his hips. His golden eyes swept the hallway once before locking onto us. Onto me. Pinned against the wall by his Beta. The atmosphere in the corridor changed at once. “Kaelen,” Eldrick growled, his voice sharp enough to stop the hallway in its tracks. “Step away from her.” Kaelen released me immediately and bowed his head. “Alpha, I found her near your study. She appeared to be hiding something in her dress. I suspected theft and moved to investigate—” “I said, step away from her,” Eldrick hissed. The order hit hard enough to make even Kaelen hesitate before he finally stepped back. Eldrick’s gaze swept over the corridor. Warriors were already rushing past with weapons in hand. “What’s happening?” Eldrick demanded. “Why is the threat alarm ringing?” Kaelen stammered, clearly caught off guard. “Alpha, I… I don’t know. The alarm just went off a few minutes ago. I was dealing with her and—” “Do you realize you are the pack’s Beta, Kaelen?” Eldrick cut in, his tone cold and heavy. Kaelen opened his mouth to explain further, but Eldrick raised his hand, silencing him at once. “I am leaving the village tonight, and I won’t be back for the next two nights. You will remain here and take charge of the pack and the castle while I am gone.” Kaelen hesitated, glancing between us. “Alpha… where are you headed?” Eldrick ignored the question completely. His gaze shifted to me for a brief moment. Something unreadable flickered in those golden eyes. Then he looked back at his Beta. “Keep your distance from Moana while I am gone. Ten paces at all times. Make sure she is treated well. No one starves my servant while I am away.” The words hung in the charged air. Even Kaelen looked stunned. For the first time since the rejection, Eldrick had openly protected me in front of someone else. The weight of it settled over my chest like warm mead on a cold night — unexpected, almost gentle, and completely confusing. Kaelen glanced at me, confusion plain on his face, then back at his Alpha. “Yes, Alpha.” He simply turned to me, his expression settling back into that familiar mask of cold indifference. Without another word, he grabbed my arm and began dragging me down the corridor, away from Kaelen. I stumbled to keep up, my thoughts spinning. I glanced back over my shoulder. Kaelen stood watching us, confusion still plain on his face. Eldrick didn’t slow down until we reached the turning that led toward the cellar stairs. He stopped there, releasing my arm. “Remember your place, drudge,” he said flatly. The words stung like a fresh cut.Then he turned and walked away, his fur-lined cloak disappearing into the chaos of the corridor as warriors rushed past toward the gates.Yet something warm flickered deep inside my chest. He had stepped in for me just now. No one had done that since my father died. A small, broken laugh escaped my mouth before I could stop it. He just dragged me away from his Beta, ordered him to stay ten paces away from me, and made sure I would be fed, only to leave me with a reminder of my place here. Of course. Why would I expect anything else? The castle had erupted into chaos. Warriors rushed through the halls, shouting orders to secure the gates and arm the walls. Servants hurried past with bundles of arrows and heavy sacks of grain. The deep horns kept blaring, urgent and loud, rolling out over the village below. Distant howls rose on the night wind… sharp and unfamiliar. Torches burned brighter as everyone prepared for what might be another rogue attack. I didn’t care about any of that right now. And I couldn’t stop the heavy, wide smile spreading across my face. I slipped the letter deeper into my dress, pressing it safely against my skin, and started making my way back toward the cellar. My steps felt steadier than they had been in days. “Two days,” I murmured. I could survive two days. The sickness still clawed at me, but something inside me had shifted. Little by little, I was growing stronger. I could feel it. The bond no longer felt like it would crush me completely if I held on. As I walked, my mind kept returning to the hallway. Why had Kaelen come at me so hard? Did he really believe I would steal from Eldrick? Or was there something more behind the way he pinned me to the wall? The memory made my skin crawl. I reached the cellar door and pulled on the heavy iron handle, the wood groaning as it began to open. “I have been waiting for you, little wolf,” a soft voice whispered from the shadows near the stairs. I froze. A strange woman stepped partly into the torchlight, her face mostly hidden by a deep hood. Only her purple eyes gleamed in the flickering glow….ancient, knowing, and strangely kind. “I knew your mother,” she continued, her voice carrying like smoke on the wind. “And your father’s little wolf. Come with me.” She stretched out her hand and said. “Come with me I can help you.”Moana’s POVAs I stood there taking the whole sight in, a familiar voice called from behind me.“Map Bearer.”I turned.One of Eldrick’s royal guards stood a few steps away. He bowed his head slightly toward me.The small gesture of respect surprised me more than it should have.“The Alpha requests your presence in your cellar,” he said.My stomach dropped.“My… cellar?”The guard gave a single nod.For a moment, I simply stared at him.Why would Alpha Eldrick want to see me in my cellar?He had never been there before. Not once.My mind immediately began searching for an answer, each possibility worse than the last.Had I done something wrong?Had someone told him about the markings?Had Astrid said something?Or—My eyes dropped instinctively toward the scarf around my neck.No.I had been careful.At least, I hoped I had.I glanced once toward Astrid’s cottage, then back at the guard.Oh no.I had spent far too long with Astrid.Perhaps Eldrick had been waiting for me.I looked at
Moana’s POVThe cottage suddenly felt colder, as though winter had crept in through the cracks in the stone walls the moment Astrid spoke. I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling my heart slam against my ribs so hard it frightened me. My fingers moved on their own, tugging the edge of my scarf higher, trying to hide something Astrid could not even see with her eyes, only somehow already knew was there.She asked again, slower this time, each word landing like distant thunder rolling closer.“Daughter of Kyrian… do you have the mark of the First Luna?”The fire crackled once in the silence that followed. I did not answer right away. I could not. My throat had closed around the words before I could force them out, and for a moment I only sat there, staring at her cloudy eyes, wondering how a woman who could barely see had somehow seen straight through me.Then the tears came, quiet and sudden, sliding down my cheeks before I could stop them.“Yes,” I whispered, the word breaking apa
Moana’s POVSela stepped into my path outside the library, her arms folded tightly across her chest. A sickly sweet smile spread across her face, but I had seen enough of her over the years to know it never meant anything good.“Well, if it isn’t Alpha Eldrick’s new Map Bearer,” she mocked.I didn’t flinch.For the first time in years, I didn’t lower my eyes either. I simply raised my head and held her gaze.“Move out of my way, Sela,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “I have orders from the Alpha, and unlike you, I have somewhere important I need to be.”The words came out sharper than I intended, and all three of them seemed to be caught by surprise. Anna and Elara exchanged a quick glance at themselves, their mocking smiles disappearing almost immediately. Even Sela stood there staring at me for a heartbeat, as though she couldn’t believe I had spoken back to her.I didn’t wait to see what she would say or do next. I just walked past them, adjusting the satchel resting against my hip
Moana’s POV When the council meeting finally ended, everyone rose at once to carry out Alpha Eldrick’s orders. The war chiefs strode from the Great Hall, already discussing which warriors would ride north. The elders departed with grim faces, their voices low as they spoke among themselves. Kaelen remained beside Alpha Eldrick while the rest of the hall slowly emptied. I returned to Alpha Eldrick’s study. I couldn’t leave my work unfinished. The bucket and brush still waited where the guards had left them earlier. Dust still clung to the corners of the heavy table and the shelves lined with old scrolls. I finished cleaning in silence, moving the cloth in slow, steady circles while my thoughts remained fixed on everything I had heard during the war council. Three hundred elite warriors. Six thousand rogues. Two nights until we rode north. As I continued working, the world beyond the walls of Night Claw Hold refused to leave my thoughts. I had spent almost my entire life with
Moana’s POV The heavy doors to the Great Hall groaned as the guards pushed them open. Warm air rolled out to meet me, carrying the lingering scent of stale ale, burning pine, leather, roasted meat, and old timber. My heartbeat quickened as I stepped inside behind them. My boots echoed softly against the polished timber floor, sounding far louder than they should have in the silence. The hall was nothing like it had been the night before. The music was gone. So were the laughter, the dancing, and the endless stream of carved ale horns raised in celebration. The long feast tables had been cleared away, leaving only a broad meeting table standing in the centre of the hall. Pale morning light poured through the high windows, stretching across the wooden floor in long golden beams. The silence somehow felt heavier than all the noise from the feast. My eyes slowly lifted until they settled on the broad meeting table. Several people were already seated around it. I recognized ma
Moana’s POV. I woke up with a dull headache pounding inside my skull. When I opened my eyes, the straw beneath me scraped against my back, the same as every morning, but today it felt as though someone was beating war drums inside my head. I stayed flat on my back, staring at the low stone ceiling of my cellar. I didn’t even have the strength to sit up yet. Thin morning light slipped through the narrow gap beneath the door, stretching across the stone floor until it reached the side of my bed. My mouth felt dry, and the bitter taste of stale ale and smoke still lingered in my throat.“I hate drinking,” I muttered, my voice rough and thick.Slowly, memories from the feast came drifting back. The roar of the great hall. Carved bull Horns filled with ale we raised high in celebration for me. Wolves chanting my name until it echoed beneath the timber rafters. I closed my eyes again and let those memories settle warmly inside my chest. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been that g
Moana’s POVThe guard’s grip bruised my right shoulder as he shoved me through the heavy oak doors. Pain shot up my arm as I stumbled into the room.Think, Moana. Think.Don’t look back.Behind me, my father’s letter still lay somewhere near the doorway.“I caught her lurking behind the door, Alpha,
Chapter 5: Father’s WarningMoana’s POV“You are doing it on purpose,” he hissed.“Doing what, Alpha?” I asked, my voice trembling.“Your scent,” he said. He leaned down, his nose brushing the skin of my neck. I shivered.“It is everywhere. I can’t go into a room without smelling you. I can’t eat. I
Moana’s POV Sela steps closer. She sneers down at me. “So you really thought you would become Luna? Pathetic.” Elara kicks my side lightly, just enough to make me stumble. Ava laughs loudly. I try to wipe the dirty water off my face, but my wet hair sticks to my cheeks and my dress feels cold
Moana’s POVIn the morning, I wake up on my straw bed in the cellar. The morning sun does not feel warm. It feels like a cold weight pressing against my eyes. My chest hurts with every breath, like it is filled with broken glass. Sharp pain shoots through my ribs. My wolf stays silent and cold in th







