Moonbound: Twin Flames

Chapter 2Aria's POVI stared into the darkness, every instinct on edge.He didn’t move.Didn’t speak.Just stood there part-shadow, part-moonlight watching me like I was some kind of puzzle.“Who are you?” I managed, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, forcing my voice not to shake.No response.The wind shifted. His scent drifted towards me, earth, smoke… and something else I couldn’t name. But it didn’t scream human the way it should have. My wolf stirred faintly at the edge of my skin, confused.“I said, who are you?”Finally, he stepped forward.The boy wasn’t much older than me. Tall, lean. He wore a gray hoodie and dark jeans, his hands shoved into his pockets like he didn’t just stumble upon a werewolf collapse in the middle of the woods.His eyes were dark, maybe blue or green, it was hard to tell while it was locked onto mine. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”“Too late,” I said, standing quickly and brushing dirt off my dress.He tilted his head, assessing me . “Are you ok

Aria's POV The thing about being the Alpha’s daughter is this: When you fail, everyone sees it. When you run, everyone whispers. And when you come back? They all expect you to apologize for existing. I spent the next two days buried in my room, painting. Not wolves. Not forests. Not anything that felt real. Just color, blurred, streaked, chaotic color that didn’t have to mean anything. I didn’t eat much and I barely slept. I ignored Selene’s knocks at the door, my mother’s cautious questions, and even Marek’s attempt to “talk things out” like I was some kind of broken weapon. My wolf still hadn’t come to the surface. She was quiet,dormant,sleeping or hiding from the weight of expectation. “You’re not ready,” Father had said. He hadn’t raised his voice as that wasn’t his style. But the disappointment was evident in his eyes. It was way worse than anything he could’ve shouted. Maybe I wasn’t ready or maybe I wasn’t meant to shift at all. Maybe I was a mist

Kai's POV Being back in Thorne Hollow was like stepping into a dream you didn’t remember having, yet somehow always knew you’d wake up from changed. The streets were too quiet. The air too charged. And Aria Silverclaw was more than just a name now she was a question I couldn’t stop asking. Even as I blended into the school halls, pretending to be another transfer with a tragic backstory and a fake record, I felt eyes on me. Not just hers. Selene. The twin. The one whose gaze cut like a blade. She didn’t trust me and she wasn’t hiding it. In Modern Mythology, she sat two rows to my right, one seat up. I could feel her stare the entire time, the weight of suspicion like iron on my neck. She hadn’t said a word, but I knew what her silence meant: if I slipped, she’d be the first to make sure I didn’t get back up. After class, I was pulled into another mandatory check-in with the Sanctum. I found an abandoned alley, checked the perimeter, and tapped the comm chip behind my ear.

Aria The night air wrapped around me like a second skin cool, damp, and heavy with pine. I moved through the woods in silence, letting my instincts guide me as I proceeded. Each step I took brought me further from the packhouse, from Selene’s worried questions, from the confusion which was constantly spinning inside me like a storm. I didn’t even know where I was going to. I just knew I had to go. My body trembled though not from cold, but from that strange magnetic pull still anchored deep in my chest. Like something was calling me forward. Like I was being summoned by something or someone. Suddenly, leaves rustled overhead, and a shadow darted past the moon. "You're restless tonight," Lunelle observed, gliding down from a crooked branch and landing beside me with a graceful sweep of her wings. Her black feathers shimmering under the moonlight, sharp eyes glowing with quiet mischief. "You are still following me?" I asked, brushing a hand through my hair as stared back at h

Kai's POVI trudged through the woods, the trees swaying cheerfully behind me, but my thoughts were consumed by one person: Aria. To the Sanctum, she was merely a pawn, a means to eradicate the Silverclaw. That mission, for which I was trained, loomed over me. Ignoring a nagging voice in my heart that urged me to protect her from the Sanctum, I stepped into the safe house and collapsed onto my bed. Deep down, I knew I couldn’t let them harm her—or at least, that was what I wanted to believe. The bond we shared and her view of me as "no ordinary human" kept gnawing at my conscience. She wasn’t afraid of me, oblivious to the fact that I was a hunter, one entrusted with taking down her clan.Even as I lay there, her presence lingered—her innocence, those captivating blue eyes that pulled me under, and her warmth, as if she were right beside me. The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window. I yawned and stretched my limbs with closed eyes; I dreamt of her... again.Grrrrrrr.. th