LOGINElena rolled over to the sound of her alarm shrieking into the early morning silence. That would explain why her conversation with her mother was cut short. Now the real question was whether it was a dream or if the conversation was real.
She wasn't sure how to ask her aunt without raising her suspicions. Surely Gail could be trusted, though? She was just like Elena, a lowly omega. She couldn't have been the one to kill her parents. Not if she told Elena about the possibility?
Deciding right then and there that if there was one person in this world she could trust, it was her aunt. She had always been there for her, no matter what. Gail was her mother's sister, so she must know what this chest was. Elena trotted down the stairs to find her aunt drinking coffee at the kitchen island.
"Good morning," Gail said.
"Morning. I need to talk to you, and it's got to stay between us."
"Oh boy. That sounds like I shoulda put something a little stiffer in this coffee," Gail replied.
"Do you believe that the dead can speak to us?"
Gail had just taken a sip of her coffee and almost spat it all over Elena. "What do you mean?" she asked very carefully.
No sense in delaying the inevitable... "My mom came to see me in a dream last night and said whatever is going on with me is her fault. She said there's a prophecy and I need to find her book in her special chest," she blurted out in one breath.
The color drained from Gail's face, leaving her as pale as the lace tablecloth. "So, it was all true. Maria came to me when you were about five. She said you were showing signs of being special, marked by the Moon Goddess. But there was more. There was a prophecy that one day a child would be born, and she would become the strongest of the wolves. She would cast out the corruption among the packs, and peace would reign again." Gail paused, breathing deeply.
"But why didn't she ever tell me any of this? Who was the child?" Elena asked.
"Child, let me finish. There are things you need to know. I am a witch, and so was your mother. Our families have always been the farthest things from wolves. But your parents met and fell in love. I couldn't let my little sister run off on her own, so I came, too. I told you that I had a weak wolf and was an omega because I realized your mother never told you the truth."
"So where is my wolf?" Elena demanded.
"Your mother must have suspected that you were the child of that prophecy. To be quite frank, you should not have been born." She lifted a hand, "No, let me finish. In most cases, only a werewolf can give birth to another werewolf. Any others who try typically die during the birth. Your mother was a powerful witch, and she focused that energy on her womb to protect you and bring you into this world."
"What does that mean?" Elena asked.
"There was always a chance that you'd be a witch, but her actions all but guaranteed it. And of course, with your father an Alpha, you were destined to be a wolf. Something else no one expected was that your parents would also be fated mates. I believe that their love and that bond had just as much of an impact on who you've become," Gail said.
Elena sat in silence. She was getting frustrated. Her aunt was talking in circles. What did this have to do with her, and who had she become?
"Your mother saw the signs of both a great wolf and a powerful witch rising up within you and feared you would be the child of the prophecy. At that time, there was an ongoing, open hunt for the child. Some claimed to be protectors, while others were unashamed to be willing to harm a baby. So, she did what she thought was best. She bound your powers and your wolf," Gail said, hanging her head low.
"B-bound?" Elena stammered. "How do you know?"
"Because the binding is coming undone right in front of me. And I can see the tendrils of my sister's dying magic. I'd know it anywhere. I couldn't see it when it was whole because her spellcraft was so artistic. Now, tell me about the Alpha King's son."
"I knew I should have stayed in bed. The other night on the full moon, there was a mountain lion in the driveway. Damien and his minions were out hunting and saved me. When I got inside, I stupidly looked back outside, and he was looking in at me. And the Moon Goddess decided to bless me with a mate. A mate with a publicly chosen Luna," Elena grumbled.
"Well, at least it didn't turn out to be that Matt boy. He was a real loser."
Elena put her head in her hands and sighed. She loved her aunt, but the woman could be completely insensitive sometimes.
"Anyway, I've got to get ready for work. You enjoy your day off," Gail said, getting up from her seat. She rinsed her coffee cup and put it in the dishwasher before heading to her room.
Elena was left to her thoughts. With nothing really planned for the morning, she poured herself a cup of coffee with cream. Just as Gail was about to walk out the front door, she remembered to ask her about the chest Maria mentioned.
"You know what? She very well could have meant the antique chest at the foot of my bed. It's been handed down from mother to daughter for years. I was holding onto to be your first housewarming gift when you eventually get married," Gail explained.
"Do you mind if I look inside it?" Elena asked.
"No. Just please put my room back how you found it. I'll see you later." With that, Gail left Elena on her own for the rest of the day.
Her excitement to find the book overcame her desire for her morning jolt of caffeine. With her coffee long forgotten, she made her way to Gail's room. Her aunt enjoyed a minimalist lifestyle and hated clutter. Her room was a clear reflection of her preferences.
Gail's bed was the showstopping centerpiece of the room. It was a custom-made gift from Elena's parents as a thank you for everything she had done for them while they were getting ready to have her. The gorgeous wooden headboard was intricately carved with flowers and stained a deep brown. At its foot rested the chest.
Elena knelt in front of it and lifted the top open. Inside were neatly folded blankets that she had better return folded exactly the same way or else. She felt around the lid for anything that moved. At first, she felt nothing suspicious. Just as she was about to give up, the wood shifted just a little under her fingertips.
Carefully, she tried prying the panel open with her fingers, but she couldn't get a solid grasp. She looked around the room and noticed a letter opener on her aunt's nightstand. She rushed over and grabbed it. Returning to the chest, she gently inserted the letter opener into the space between the panel's edge and the chest lid. Elena wiggled the letter opener until the panel came free, as a book with a black cover fell into the bottom of the chest.
She set the letter opener to the side before replacing the secret panel and picking up the book. Once everything in the room was back into its rightful place, she took the book back to her room to begin her investigation.
The writing gave it away immediately that this was someone's personal journal. After reading a few sentences, Elena realized it was Maria's. The more she read, the more she noticed a tingling sensation throughout her body. It wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but it was strange. Was there magic in her mother's writing?
She continued to flip through pages until she saw the words that confirmed everything she didn't want to believe.
I have failed to protect my child. I have bound her from growing into her power as a witch or finding her wolf. I cannot risk losing her to these fanatics who are out for blood...
Elena did not wait for morning. She was already out of bed when the first pale light touched the sky. Damien caught her wrist before she reached the door.“You’re going down there,” he said.It wasn’t a question, and she didn’t deny it.“He asked me for help.”Damien’s jaw tightened—not in anger but in fear. He was trying very hard not to let it control him.“Elena,” he said carefully, “if you reached him in a dream, Peter felt it too.”“I know.”That was the problem. She wasn’t shaken. She was certain, and that certainty had started to feel like gravity. Damien searched her face for hesitation and found none. After a long breath, he released her wrist.“Then we don’t do this alone.”***Roland was already awake when they entered his study. He looked at Elena once and understood immediately.“You saw him.”Not a question either.“Yes.”Silence stretched between them, heavy and deliberate. Roland closed the book in his hands. “Tell me everything.”She did, and when she finished, the ro
Elena did not remember falling asleep. One minute, she was watching the slow drift of starlight across the ceiling while listening to the quiet rhythm of Damien’s breathing beside her. She was trying to convince her mind that stillness meant safety. The next minute, she was standing somewhere other than her room.There was no shock, no jolt of fear. Instead, there was only the quiet, disorienting certainty of wrongness. The air felt older here. It wasn't cold. It was as if it had been untouched by warmth, as if it were a place the living had forgotten how to reach. Stone stretched in every direction, dimly lit by a glow that had no visible source. The light wasn’t white or gold but almost like memory fading at the edges. Elena didn’t move at first. She already knew where she was.…below… Lyra whispered softly. …deep below…She was in the cellar, except this wasn’t the physical chamber sealed beneath the manor. This was something between. It was a space made of distance, silence, and
The cellar did not measure time the way the living world did. Above it, days rose and fell, guards changed shifts, seasons turned the gardens from bloom to frost and back again. Voices argued, laughed, wept, and forgot. Life moved forward with relentless indifference.Below the stone, none of that existed. There was only darkness. The slow, suffocating weight of magic was layered so thickly into the walls that even memory struggled to breathe. Silence had become the cellar’s only constant companion. It wasn't peaceful silence. Instead, it was the hollow, airless kind that presses inward from every direction until even thought begins to thin. And then, impossibly, something disturbed it.The change did not arrive like thunder or violence. It did not shatter the wards or tear through the magic that bound the chamber. Instead, it slipped into the darkness with the gentleness of a single drop of water falling into a depthless well. One word, soft, stead, certain. Enough.For the first t
Elena felt the wards go quiet at the same moment Lyra sprang to her feet. ...wrong...too quiet... She warned.Across the courtyard, Damien’s head snapped toward the eastern wall, eyes flashing blue-gold as instinct overtook thought.“Inside,” he ordered softly, already stepping in front of her.Elena didn’t move. The quiet wasn’t empty. It was listening. A single rose petal drifted loose from the garden hedge and touched the stone at her feet. Black spread through it like ink in water.Damien’s breath caught. “Elena—now.”The wards screamed. Light flared along the manor walls, silver lines igniting one after another, and then something struck them from within. The eastern gate exploded inward in a storm of splintered wood and shattered iron. Guards were already moving before the debris hit the ground, shifting mid-stride, claws tearing through gloves as wolves burst forward to meet the breach.Smoke poured through the opening. Unlike fire smoke, it burned colder and was almost alive.
The manor no longer felt like a sanctuary. It felt like it was holding its breath. Elena sensed it long before anyone spoke of it aloud. It wasn't fear or danger in the immediate sense. It was something quieter, deeper. She stood alone in the inner courtyard at twilight, where the last light of day clung stubbornly to the sky. No guards shadowed her steps tonight. No instructions had been given. That, more than anything, told her this moment mattered.Lyra stirred softly beneath her ribs. …you are standing where paths divide…Elena exhaled, slow and careful. “I know.”For once, the wolf did not answer with certainty, only silence. Footsteps approached behind her—steady, familiar, impossible to mistake. Damien didn’t speak right away. He moved to stand beside her, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched, but not quite. He was close enough to choose but far enough to refuse. That distance hurt more than any wound.“You’re pulling away,” he said quietly.Elena closed her eyes.
The training ring was already lit when Elena arrived. Roland stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, not looking at her yet. Gail traced faint symbols along the outer boundary, reinforcing wards that hummed too softly to hear. Damien remained near the entrance, present in the exact way she had begun to understand mattered most.No one spoke, and for once, the silence didn’t feel like pressure. It felt like space. Elena stepped into the ring on her own. The moment her foot crossed the inner line, something inside her shifted. It was like a piece of herself finally finding the place it had always been meant to rest.Lyra stirred, slow and awake. …not survival…becoming…Elena exhaled. Roland finally looked at her“Today,” he said quietly, “we stop teaching you what your power is not.”Her pulse quickened. “And start teaching what it is?”Roland nodded once. “Yes.”Gail finished the last ward and stepped back. The air sealed—not tight, but contained, like closing a door agains







