ELARA POV
I spend the day, packing and getting ready for my escape tonight, because of the party, the North boarder will be without guards, just behind the palace, because the strongest forces done by the wizards of the clan are the strongest there, but since I still have the moonstone pack tattoo, I could pass but as soon as I pass, the tattoo will be burned off my body, I would be a rouge, fresh meat for the other rouges out there, if I can survive going through them , then I can get into the ridge pack, they are known for taking and accepting rouges into their pack and last I heard they hate the concept of omegas. I use a small bag, a satchel even, the walk through the woods would take three days, I just need a few things, snacks, water and of course, “Tyrtium”, a medication that can push adrenaline in my veins but for werewolf’s, it can be used to kickstart my shapeshifting. I fix everything into the bag, placing the bag underneath my bed, I don’t bother going to school instead trying to summon my wolf, “Hyrax”. When I’m going through all the humiliations, she hates it, hates that she can’t do anything about it, so she goes into hiding making it hard for me to find her. I proceed too backyard, these are the best days, when the house is empty, nobody to torment me or right is a large oval pool and on my left, an expanse of field, flowers decorate the large garden and at the end of the garden, a fence tall enough to think this space is a prison. “which is not far from the truth” I say out loud “kid” I hear her voice, pushing through in my mind, my wolf, ‘Hyrax’. “where have you been? its been months Hyrax, do you know how painful and time consuming it is to heal on my own?” I say pacing the side of the pool, a bit of anger in my voice. “I know, I hear your thoughts, but it’s hard for me too” she says, anger almost making its way into the surface “well today is the day, I say in my mind, you know what that means right?” “today? Finally? We can be free?” she replies and like a pup, I feel her bounce in happiness, something that has never happened before since I got her. “we can finally be strong; I can finally come out? I can finally be free” she continues “yes, hyrax, but we will have to work together, today is a full moon, not such a great day to escape, but I have to try, and I’ll need your help every step of the way, I’ll need you to be at your best, at all cost, I need you to try and transform me. “but you know, we’ve never fully transformed, the full moon would help, but out there with rouges, we could be their meal” she replies but a huff follows “I’ll still try Elara even if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll help at every step of the way” “Thank you, Hyrax, soon, we will get the life we desire, we will transform whenever, we will find our mate” I smile to myself listening to my words, my imaginations, we will be free today.” The day goes by quickly and soon its 7pm, the party being at 9pm, the house is a ruffle of happiness, for them, a betrothal, from what I heard, Zane finally agreed to it if he doesn’t find his mate tonight, and for me, my escape, from this cruel pack, into my very own world, my own terms, on this full moon, I gain my freedom. “be careful, those cost a ton,” Grace, starts at me in disgust as I lift her neckpiece of the night from its box, of course, I have to help everyone get ready and then I join them the way I am, it’s like that for all omegas, so I don’t mind since we will all look alike, I just need the opportunity to sneak in my satchel to the party. “Daddy got this for me”, she smiles into the mirror, her makeup top notch, her blonde hair curled to perfection by me, and in comparison, to her in the mirror, look nothing like her, she’s absolutely perfect and I am a slave, a dirty, ugly thing. “What did daddy get you? She smiles widely, knowing I got nothing,” it’s your third year, after this, you can never find a mate, I’ll marry the alpha’s son and soon I’ll be the Luna of one of the greatest packs in the world, and where will you be Elara?” She smiles widely, Laughter in her eyes as she stares into my tear stricken ones, “you’ll be absolutely nothing, a maid, unmated and weak, no wolf,” she spins in her chair grabbing her neckpiece and placing it around her delicate neck, “fix it,” she spits at me through the mirror. Quietly I fix it on her, proceeding to her earrings, I quickly finish with her and head to Hannah’s room, but she is as always, ready, playing with her doll silently beneath her father’s feet. My eyes meet with his blue ones, exactly like mine, no pity, no remorse, and worst of all, no love, for a daughter he made with a kidnapped girl, the door smacks in my face and my stepmother walks out from her bedroom. “Everyone is ready, let’s go, grab the fruit basket for the Alpha family," she says moving past me in the lit hallway, the scent of her perfume on her elaborate gold dress chocking me. I use that as an opportunity sneaking my satchel into the fruit basket and then we take the drive to the palace, them being in a separate car and me with the guards they carry for events. It seems too easy to be true, I mean, has it always been this easy to escape from this dreadful place? I should have tried this long ago, rather than waste time procrastinating.ELARA POVI wake before the sun breaks over the cliffs.Zane’s still beside me, chest rising in steady rhythm, lips slightly parted in sleep. He looks younger like this. Softer. Like the version of him I imagined when I was sixteen, an omega, foolish and thought a mate could be my rescue plan.That girl is gone and she died the night I ran.But this version of me the one forged through blood, pain, and survival, still watches him breathe.And when I realize our fingers are tangled together, I don’t pull away.Not yet.Zane soon stirs, his eyes open slowly, gold catching the faint light like a flicker of fire.“You stayed,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.I don’t answer right away. Because the truth is, I almost didn’t.I almost told him to leave, twice and both times… I couldn’t do it.Instead, I squeeze his hand. Just once.He closes his eyes again like he’s storing that single moment somewhere sacred. Like he thinks it means more than I’m willing to admit.The morning is unusual
ELARA POVThe smoke thickens as the sun drops.Not a wildfire.Not the natural kind.This smoke carries intention. It clings to the trees like a warning, rolls in slow and low, dragging the scent of pine and ash with something worse buried beneath it.Blood.The moment it hits, Elias sends patrols to every ridge line. Amber moves through the inner strongholds like a flame, calm but burning. She seals the eastern gates, and the elders in the high chamber begin chanting the old language, their voices steady as the runes along the cliffs ignite in pulsing light.Everything feels too quiet.Even the mountain holds its breath.I feel it in my bones, like ice crawling along my spine.He’s close.Skull and he’s isn’t circling anymore, he’s watching us, testing us.Waiting for a crack to open and widen.I find Zane on the upper wall just before the last sliver of daylight disappears.He’s standing with his arms folded, eyes scanning the horizon. He doesn’t speak when I approach, but he glance
ELARA POVPredator TerritoryI wake with the dream still clawing at the edges of my mind.It wasn’t just fire.It was burning, feral and wild, the kind that doesn’t warm but devours. I heard trees crack under the heat, saw wolves screaming into the flames with fur peeling from their bones. And through it all, one shape stood still.A man in a skull mask.Watching meMy hand flies to the pendant resting against my collarbone. It’s still warm. The magic hasn’t faded. The wards are holding.But something about the mountain feels off. Too quiet. Like it’s holding its breath.Hyrax? I reach for her silently.She stirs, slow but tense.He’s circling. Like a vulture. Not ready to strike. Yet.I’m out of bed before I finish dressing in my head, pulling a wool tunic over my shift and strapping on my boots. The corridor outside is dim, lit only by the flickering torchlight. The air is cold, dry, still.Too still.I find Zane already outside, standing just beyond the stables, arms folded across
ELARA POVPredator Territory — MorningI wake with the phantom feel of his lips still lingering on mine.Zane is gone. The room is empty. But his presence clings to the air like smoke. On my skin. In my lungs.It’s maddening, how something so soft, so quiet, can unravel me more than a thousand scars ever could.I lift my fingers to my mouth, brushing over the skin he kissed. Last night wasn’t just a kiss. It wasn’t lust. It wasn’t comfort.It was a surrender, a warning and a promise, and I’m not sure which one of those frightens me more.…The high hall is quieter than usual when I sit across from Amber at the long stone table. The morning sun filters in through the carved arches, catching the edges of the tapestries. She has a scroll open in front of her, her tea steaming, her eyes scanning me more than the words.Fresh bread. Dried meats. Mint and elderflower in my cup.None of it touches the strange heaviness in my chest.“You’re distracted,” she says plainly.“I slept fine.” I rea
ELARA POVPredator Territory Later That NightSleep doesn’t come.Not because of nightmares. Not because of unease.But because for the first time in weeks, I don’t want to forget the way tonight felt.The quietness in the ring. The way his voice broke when he said he missed us. The look in his eyes when he realized I wasn’t turning away.The way his hand hovered near my cheek like I was something sacred. Something lost and found all at once.I’m still wrapped in the weight of it when a soft knock lands at my door.Three taps.Light and careful but I already know it’s him.I sit up slowly. My fingers tighten on the edge of the blanket.I don’t owe him anything. Not tonight. Not anymore.But still… I open the door.Zane stands there, holding a mug in both hands. His shirt is clean, though wrinkled and loose like he grabbed it in a rush. There’s a faint line creased along his cheek from the couch cushion. He hasn’t slept either.“I figured…” he starts, his voice low. “If you’re awake, y
ELARA POVPredator Territory — Just Past MidnightI find Zane in the training ring again.After the warning from Skull, everything has been quietToo quiet.The cold mountain wind whips through the trees, carrying the metallic scent of blood, the smoke from the outer guard posts… and him. He’s shirtless, again. Not because he’s training. Not because he’s reckless.Because he’s angry.His fists slam into the wooden post in brutal rhythm, each strike echoing across the quiet grounds. His knuckles are already split, blood staining the old tree.He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t flinch. He just keeps hitting like it’s the only thing tethering him to the ground.But I see the tension in his shoulders. The rage beneath the surface. The pain he’s not saying aloud.And I feel it, burning in my neck.That damned mark reacting to him like it always does. A tug beneath the skin, subtle but insistent.“Zane,” I say as I step into the ring.He doesn’t look at me right away. His fists still. His back rises