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Getting Closer

Penulis: Nathan Donald
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-13 00:30:22

"How quiet the stars look tonight," Talia mentions while sitting next to Bran.

Bran lifts his gaze and nods. "Too quiet as if they know something we don't know."

They sit outside the palace, far enough from the lights and banter of warriors, but close enough to feel at ease with one another. The grass is wet from the early dew. Stars light up the sky, winking as if they've got some hidden truths.

Talia cuddles into Bran, resting her head on his shoulder. They both go quiet for a bit. Sitting in a silence, almost like they're trying to savor this moment forever.

"Do you ever think about after?" Bran speaks up, his voice shaky and breaking the silence.

Talia raises her head. "You meant after the trial?"

"Yes. What happens when it's all over? When the rites are done, and the stone... changes you?" Bran nods

Talia waits a bit before answering. She glances at her hands, then looks up at the sky. She lets out a deep sigh.

"I think about it a lot," she admits. "Right now, I’m scared and it's
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    "How long do we kneel for?" Bran whispers under his breath, his voice low and unsure.Talia glances sideways at him, her expression calm but firm as she answers softly, "As long as it takes for this ritual to be over."Bran sighs, though a small smile plays at the corner of his mouth, and around them, the Sacred Valley holds a silence that speaks not of tension but of peace, where the wind moves gently through the grass and moonflowers bloom across the hill where many once fell.Now, they kneel before the Circle of Elders—not the old council formed by age and tradition but a new one, chosen from every tribe, from every surviving path, selected not for how long they have lived but for the depth of their wisdom and the truth in their eyesThe Old Keeper stands in front of them, raising his staff high as his robe catches the morning light, the fabric shimmering with memory and meaning as he nods once, slowly and solemnly"Let it be marked," he says, his voice steady and loud enough to ec

  • My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit   Elena's Freedom

    "I'm pretty sure we haven't lost the way. Or have we?" Talia questions the Old Keeper with an uncertain voice.The Old Keeper doesn’t stop walking. He taps his staff against the root of the trees as they walk, leading them deeper into the Sacred Valley. "Yes. Only one path leads to where she is, so it is not possible to miss the way. It remembers the steps of all the chosen Moon Stone Keepers because each of them must walk through it, either physically or in a trance. And it has yours marked too."Talia tightens the cloak around her shoulders. The trees look older than any she’s seen. Their branches twist like hands reaching for something they lost. The air smells of moss and memory. Stones line the path with faded symbols of names long forgotten. Names she will now carry.They walk for a long time in silence. At last, they stop in front of a wall of hanging vines. Hidden beneath is an old iron door, cold and rough to the touch.The Old Keeper reaches forward and presses a mark etched

  • My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit   The Keeper's Crown

    Author's Narration"Are you sure you can do this? You know you can rest and not be here right? I'll understand."Bran stands beside Talia, the light wind brushing against his hair. "I am. The healers did their job. I'm not at full strength yet, but I can stand next to you and that's enough."Talia nods, relief in her eyes. Around them, the camp is alive with movement. The celebration has begun. Banners wave in the sky, and music floats through the air. Fires are lit, and the scent of cooked meats, herbs, and sweet roots fills the air.Warriors from neighbouring packs arrive in groups, some riding horses, others walking in strong formations. They come bearing gifts—weapons, rare fruits, cloth dyed in moon colours. Each of them waits in turn to kneel before Talia, now recognized across the land as the true Keeper.Some bring scrolls, asking for her mark of protection. Others come with stories—wolves lost to darkness, children born with strange powers, dreams of old gods whispering again

  • My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit   The Final Rites II

    Author's Narration"He is not dead," Marlik's locked strange creature hisses.Its voice crawls through the silence like a wet cloth on stone. It sounds cold and hungry.Its shape begins to form in the smoke, tall and ragged, eyes glowing like fire. The ground behind the altar cracks open. The sacred circle bends unnaturally. A dark hand rises from the hole, fingers long and burnt-looking.The creature pulls itself out from the shadow underworld.Its body smells of ash and rot. A smell that doesn't belong to any living thing. It moves with a slow pull, dragging behind it a heavy chain of lightless stone."You promised," it says again. "Her soul belongs to me."Marlik, lying broken beside Bella's body, groans.The creature reaches out. One tendril of dark fog wraps around Marlik's chest. Marlik gasps as the magic forces him upright. His cloak flutters as though the wind has returned only for him."You will stand," the creature growls. "And you will deliver what you owe."Marlik stands.

  • My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit   The final Rites

    Author's NarrationThe light of dawn spreads across the field. Everywhere is almost too quiet—no singing of birds, and the wind feels very heavy. The final rite is finally here.Talia stands at the edge of Moonfield, dressed in the ceremonial robe of the Keeper. The fabric is old but full of meaning, passed down through generations. Bran stands beside her, helping fasten her special necklace around her neck—the one Merle gave her for protection.All around them, the warriors of the Starlight Pack stand at attention in a wide circle. They are silent, their eyes focused on the hilltop where the ritual will happen. Kaelith, the high priestess, leads the Moon Priestesses to their positions. Everything is ready.Talia takes a step forward, and the Moonstone around her neck pulses with a warm, steady light. She can feel Tiara—her wolf, turning ancient spirit inside her—stirring, growing stronger. Every step she takes toward the hill feels heavier.Bran gives her a silent nod of support. Tog

  • My Alpha Mate Rejected Me: He Says I'm A Misfit   The Escape

    "Are you sure about this?" the young guard whispers as he stands outside the cell, keys shaking in his hand. After days of trying to strengthen the spell she saw crafted on the prison walls she couldn't. The spells just keep getting weaker. Then she had to resolve to convince a guard who looked like he felt pity for her.Greta nods from the shadows, her face pale and marked by days of silence and hunger. "You want to live, don't you? Do you think the Pack will keep you safe once this is over? They won't. After the rites, they plan to wipe every Misfit wolf out and move on with the Pack shifters."Soren shifts his feet. He looks down the hallway, then back at her. "I—I just... if anyone finds out I helped you...""They won't," she cuts in quickly. "I'll be gone before the sun rises. And when Marlik wins, you won't be a nobody anymore. You'll be the man who helped him from inside the enemy's prison."The words settle in the boy's mind. He doesn't speak at first, and then he finally move

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