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Luna Betty POV:
I knew I was special. Mom always called me 'her special little wolf'. Others got their wolf at age sixteen,Alphas got their wolf at age fourteen,but I've had mine since I was eight, and besides I've never seen anyone with eyes in two colours - one golden,one moonlit. In some packs the new Alpha ascends at age eighteen when they first shift but in mine,the age for ascension was twenty one. Tomorrow I would turn eighteen and experience my first shift. Eighteen was also the minimum age when wolves found their fated mate but I did not care about that. I slowly got out of bed,I looked myself in the mirror. I detangled my waist length dark blonde curls and put it up in a huge bun. Aria and I have a strong bond,she is part of me and I her,I wonder what we will look like. "We will be Amazing, Betty, I can feel it" Aria pipes in. I was headed to the kitchen to help out in food preparation when I was greeted by the sounds of loud moans coming from it which left me feeling disturbed and disgusted but also very intrigued as well because I didn't know if there were animals or two human beings having s*x in there. "Arthur!!" I shut my mouth with my hand as I try to gain my balance from the surprise. He had returned from Alpha school two night ago and we found out we were mates. Tomorrow was our mating ceremony and also our eighteenth birthday celebration. It was my mate and soon to be husband. Arthur,shirtless. Thrusting his huge c**k in and out of Elena p***y, as she let out loud moans. He was standing behind her, held onto her hair while Elena bent over a chair, and spread her legs. Arthur was really good when it comes to bed - mathics. He has a long, thick, veiny d**k with a broad chest and any woman would fall for him. Elena Albert is also from the pack. She is the daughter of the current beta. Three of us grew up together but Arthur and I were close. And Elena had always wished to be Arthur's girlfriend. She's a model not to mention, she's f****d more men than a p**n star during their career. She comes from a wealthy family. I leaned against the doorframe with my arms crossed and the noise startled them. "Betty, wh....what...what are you doing here? Arthur turned to face me,his eyes darkening as they roamed over my body. He stepped closer backing me against the door. The moment his scent wrapped around me,cedarwood and pine. My heart raced and my wolf,though frail,howled with joy. But his eyes were cold and unforgiving,and looked at me with nothing but disgust. My heart sank. His reaction was everything I feared. "You are supposed to be my mate"!! Arthur demanded. A Luna supposed to be strong,tall and beautiful and you're ...... "Average", Betty said. I glanced at Elena,standing behind him,her emerald eyes wide with shock before her lips curved into a cruel smile. "Alpha,this must be some mistake,"she purred wrapping her arms around his. How can she,of all people be worthy of you?. The Goddess didn't chose mates randomly just as their wolf spirits were their centre,there mates were their second halves. Only together were they complete. At least that was what my parents taught me. "You are nothing special". Arthur said. "I Arthur,future Alpha of Dark pack reject you Betty,as my mate and Luna". Betty learned forward as a sharp pain pierced her chest. It felt as if she were being stabbed by hundreds of needles. But then,something strange happened. A surge of power,brief but potent,rushed through me. My vision blurred,flashing with white light and for a moment,I saw him - Arthur - kneeling before me,his eyes full of remorse. The vision faded as quickly as it came,leaving me breathless and confused. "Hurry up and accept it or it will just hurt more"! Arthur snorted. "....I, Betty....accept your rejection",she managed to gasp. The pain eased to a dull ache similar to heartburn. To my surprise Arthur suddenly bent over groaning in pain as their bond snapped. She was glad not to be the only one suffering. Slowly straightening he sneered at her before hurriedly departing. One night she wandered alone into the forest. The moon spilled it's silver light across the forest. From the light rose a colossal wolf spirits,it's body made of constellations,eyes burning with infinity. "Child of light", It said. You are chosen to guard the balance of night and day. Shadows will rise,rivers will burn and only your howl shall guide the lost. And before it faded,the spirit pressed a star-shaped mark upon her brow. I wake up a couple of hours later. It is 5:00pm and ceremony starts at midnight when we turn eighteen. No better time than now to leave the pack. "We should leave Aria,I can't take anymore heartbreak. We deserve better". She huffs her approval with my plan, but I can feel her despair. It is coming off as in waves. I got out the shower immediately get to work on my plan, get dressed into a pair of leggings and mint green tank top and running shoes. I grab a duffel bag from my closet and pack it with as many clothes as I can fit. These hurts so much. I hear a knock on my door. I didn't answer the door. They're probably just making sure I'm getting ready for tonight. At a tender age of nine,my parents left the pack to go rogue and had not been seen or heard from since. I was taken into the pack house under the care of Alpha Ray and his wife Ria. They took me as the daughter they never had and made sure I never lacked. "Betty, open up". That voice brings out my anger. Arthur. I won't answer him. After a few minutes,I heard him growl and his retreating footsteps. He has no reason to be mad at me. I'm giving him what he wants. With one last glance at the bedroom I'd once called mine,I pulled open the window,threw my luggage down and lept into the darkness below. I ran away from the pack. After a day of relentless travel,I finally arrived in rogue territory and it's night time. If I'm scented out by a rogue it would be trouble, I have no doubt I could win any fight, but I rather keep moving forward. About a mile outside of the territory,I fall to the ground in pain.The Night Vane Moves He came on the third night. Not with the four scouts who had watched her window. Not with a small advance team testing their defenses. Riven Vane came with forty wolves. The alarm hit Shadow Fang's perimeter at eleven minutes past midnight — three sentinels triggering the emergency signal in rapid sequence, the sound shattering the night's quiet like glass, and within sixty seconds the packhouse was awake and moving with the organized precision of a pack that had been preparing for exactly this. Betty was awake before the alarm. Her wolf had woken her at midnight with a single cold pulse of certainty — not something is wrong but it begins now. She had been dressed and at her door before the first siren sounded. She went to the war room. Evander was already there. He looked at her when she entered and something passed between them — a quick, wordless exchange that covered are you ready and yes and stay close without requiring any of the words. Arth
The Girl From the Records The answer came from the archives. Larry found it at midnight on the second day of their preparation—buried deep within Shadow Fang Pack’s historical records, in a section so old and neglected that even the archivists treated it like sealed ground. It predated the current council’s jurisdiction by more than sixty years, written in ink that had faded into the color of memory rather than text. He didn’t bring it casually. He brought it like something alive. The leather-bound ledger was held against his side with the careful tension of someone transporting something both fragile and dangerous. Not because it might tear—but because it might change everything it touched. Evander looked up as soon as Larry entered his study. He didn’t need to be told what it was. He just knew. Larry crossed the room and placed the ledger on the desk without speaking. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Evander opened it. The pages resisted slightly, a
Convergence Betty was in Evander's war room when Arthur arrived. She heard him before she saw him — the quick exchange of voices at the gate, Daria's challenge, the specific tone Arthur used when he was not asking permission but delivering information. Then the door opened and he walked in, and the room rearranged itself the way rooms did when two Alpha presences occupied the same space — an invisible pressure, a subtle reorientation of the air. Evander, standing at the head of the tactical table, looked up. The two men looked at each other across the room. It lasted two seconds and contained approximately a month's worth of unspoken communication. Then Arthur pulled out a folded letter and set it on the table. "Riven Vane," he said. The name changed Evander's face in a way Betty had not seen anything change it before. Not fear — something colder and more operational than fear. The face of a man who has just identified a specific threat and is already three moves ahead
Dark Pack’s Secret Arthur was packing to leave when Killian came to his tent with the kind of expression that meant bad news delivered at speed. It wasn’t a panic—not yet. Killian never arrived in panic. But there was something tight in his jaw, something sharpened in the set of his shoulders that said he had already moved past disbelief and was now operating purely on urgency. “Talk,” Arthur said without looking up from the map he was folding. His voice was steady, but his hands were faster than usual. The paper creased too sharply at the edges, betraying him. “Message from home,” Killian said. He stepped inside without waiting for permission, crossed the small space of the tent, and placed a sealed envelope on the camp table. It landed with a soft, deliberate finality. “Came through the emergency relay,” Killian added. “Sermon decoded it twenty minutes ago.” Arthur paused. The map stopped moving in his hands. Emergency relay meant only one thing: something that bypasse
The Wolf That Watches Three days after the council's ruling, Betty woke to the feeling of being watched. Not the comfortable awareness of pack presence she had grown used to during her weeks at Shadow Fang, that warm, ambient hum of two hundred wolves living and breathing within shared territory. This was different. Sharper. A cold prickle at the back of her neck that lifted the fine hairs on her skin before her eyes had fully opened. She lay still. Aria was already awake. Not panicked, poised. The difference between the two was something Betty had been learning to read with increasing precision over the past weeks. Panic scattered. Poise gathered. Her wolf was gathering. She sat up slowly and looked at the window. The sun was barely up, the sky the pale grey of very early morning, the valley below wrapped in its usual mist. Nothing moved in the tree line. Nothing visible disturbed the quiet of the training yard below. The perimeter sentinels were at their posts, she could fee
The Petition and the Price The council's decision came on the morning of the third day. Betty was in the training yard when Mira found her working through the defensive form sequence that Evander's senior warrior, a hard-faced woman named Daria, had been teaching her over the past weeks. She had gotten faster recently. Daria had told her so with the stingy precision of someone who only gave compliments when they were exactly accurate, which meant it mattered. She was mid-sequence when Mira appeared at the yard's edge. Something in the older woman's posture made Betty stop. "The council has convened early," Mira said. "They want you in the hall." Betty lowered her arms. Steadied her breathing. "How early?" "They were supposed to give you three days." Mira paused. "It has been two and a half." Betty felt her wolf shift inside her. Not in fear, in attention. The focused, ears-forward attention of an animal that knows something significant is about to happen and wants to be fully
Luna Claimed:Evander:The coronation feast thundered long into the night,filled with music, laughter and echo of wolf howls. Yet, as the last flames dimmed and the pack drifted away to their dens, silence fell across the Shadow Pack grounds. Only the glow of the moon remained, casting silver trail
The wedding day;Betty:The soft trill of birdsong stirred me awake. Golden light spilled through the high windows of my chamber, touching my skin with warmth. For a moment, I simply lay still,staring at the canopy above me, my heart thrumming with the weight of the day."Today is the day!"Good mo
Arthur pov Two days had passed had passed since Betty disappeared, and the pack still buzzed with whispers. Every time I walked through the halls, I caught fragments of conversations that stopped the moment I entered. Everyone was talking about her.... about us. Or rather, about how I’d lost her
Arthur Pov I had rejected her with words I could never take back. Words that cut deeper than any blade. It has been days since she left the pack. At the time, it felt like the right decision. I’d convinced myself she wasn’t the one the Moon Goddess intended for me. That she was too soft, too hum







