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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.To Every Reader Who Made It HereYou made it.Out of everything competing for your time and attention in this wide, loud, demanding world, every notification, every obligation, every other story waiting on every other screen, you chose this one. You followed Betty from the river where ancient wolves surfaced from deep water all the way to a Tuesday morning ten years later, where a nine-year-old girl sat in the grass with a creature older than pack law, and you stayed for all of it.That is not a small thing. That is an act of loyalty, and it deserves to be named as one.You were there when Betty stood at the High Council and dismantled Elena's conspiracy piece by careful piece, not with rage but with preparation and patience and the deep assurance of someone who knows exactly what ground she stands on. You watched her receive Arthur's public reckoning that painful, necessary reckoning and choose neither triumph nor bitterness, only the clean grace of a person who has already done the
The Root and the River Ten years passed the way deep time passes in places that are very old, not quickly, not slowly, but with the steady inevitability of water shaping stone. You do not notice the changing until you look back and see how far the river has traveled from where it began. Betty noticed on a Tuesday morning. She was at the river, as she often was, in the quiet hour before Thornfield fully woke. River, her daughter, nine years old and already frightening in her perceptiveness had followed her without permission, as she frequently did, and was now sitting cross-legged in the grass beside the largest of the ancient wolves with the complete unselfconsciousness of a child who had grown up understanding that certain extraordinary things were simply the ordinary furniture of her world. Cass was somewhere on the northern ridge with Evander. The boy had inherited his father's love of high ground and his mother's compulsion to understand every system he encountered. By a
THORNFIELD BREATHESThe cooperation between Thornfield and Shadow Fang was formalized in its permanent structure that summer.It did not happen in a single moment, nor did it arrive with the kind of spectacle outsiders often expected when two powerful packs aligned. There were no dramatic declarations, no symbolic gestures designed for show. Instead, it was built the way all lasting things in their world were built through repetition, through mutual recognition, and through the slow acceptance of boundaries that were not imposed but agreed upon.Betty ruled Thornfield.This was not a question, and it had not been a question for some time. The land had never resisted her. It had not needed persuasion or conquest. It had responded to her presence the way living systems respond to something they recognize as essential. Thornfield was hers in the deepest possible sense not owned, not controlled, but bonded. Mutual. Ancient. The kind of connection that predated language and would outlast i
TWO ALPHAS, TWO PACKS, ONE FUTUREThe twins were born on a morning in early spring.It did not arrive with drama or warning from the world outside. There were no storms breaking over Thornfield, no signs in the sky that something significant was happening. Instead, it came with the quiet certainty of natural cycles, like the land itself had decided the time had come and simply opened the way forward.A boy, first.He arrived loud and certain, as though he had no intention of asking permission to exist. His first breath filled the room with an undeniable presence, followed immediately by a grip so strong it made the healer laugh out loud in surprised delight. There was something almost amused in the sound like even she had not expected such insistence from someone so new.He had Evander’s coloring. Dark, grounded, unmistakable. But it was Betty’s eyes that settled the room when they finally opened clear, aware, already too observant for something that had just entered the world. There
WHAT THE PACKS SAIDThornfield’s reaction was immediate and warm. Not the fragile kind of warmth that flickers and fades under pressure, but the steady kind that comes from a pack who has watched their Alpha rebuild herself from nothing and then, piece by piece, construct something extraordinary out of the ruins. It was the warmth of people who had seen survival turn into strength and strength turn into leadership. And now, they received the news of new life not as a shock, but as a confirmation of everything they had already come to believe about her future.There was celebration, but it was not chaotic or loud in a careless way. It was grounded. Messages came in waves, some formal, some emotional, some so simple they carried more weight than long speeches ever could. Congratulations. Blessings. Pride. Relief. Even the quieter acknowledgements mattered, because they came from individuals who rarely spoke more than necessary. In Thornfield, silence had always meant discipline, not ind
TWO The healers confirmed it at twelve weeks. Two. Betty received the information with a stillness that made the room itself feel like it had been asked to quiet down. There were words spoken after the confirmation, careful, measured words about health, about balance, about what would need to be monitored but they passed through her like water through woven reed. She heard them, understood them, and set them aside without resistance. Then she left. No dramatic exit. No announcement. Just the soft closing of a door and the instinctive pull toward open ground, toward the river that cut through Thornfield’s lower valley like a silver scar remembering its own origin. She walked alone. By the time she reached the water, the wind had changed. It carried the scent of wet stone and crushed grass, and something older beneath it, something that belonged to the wolves who did not fully belong to time anymore. The ancient ones came first as shadows between trees, then as weight in the air,







