Mag-log inI thought I had escaped her, I should have been focused on the task ahead which was dusting, polishing, sweeping every inch of the Alpha’s chambers until my back ached and my hands snapped. But the further away I walked from the courtyard, the louder the silence became.
My hand was still tingling where Raven’s had grabbed me, but it wasn’t the burn I felt when she touched me that worried me…… It wasn’t even the voice, that strange, echoing whisper that hadn’t belonged to her, or to me, yet had curled inside my mind like it had always lived there.
It was Raven's smug words, her smirk….. She knew my secret, what secret?? I kept wondering what she knew. My chest tightened at the thought. Did she? Did I even know it myself?. I really hope it’s not what I have in mind. I’ll be in deep trouble if anyone knows that.
Each step toward the Alpha’s room felt heavier, my mind thought over every possibility, every meaning hidden in her taunt.
As I pushed open the door of the Alpha’s room I tried to push aside every thought of Raven cause I had just only one thing to focus on right now and that’s my chore in this room.
I closed the door behind me and pressed my back against it for a second, closed my eyes and did a little prayer.
I tightened my jaw and went directly to the Alpha’s desk, the place where he spent most of his nights. The surface was filled with half-finished papers, an ink bottle, and the faint smell of leather. I arranged the papers, dust clung to the edges of the desk. My hands found the rag in my gown apron and as if by instinct immediately went to dusting.
As I wiped, my thoughts slipped, I thought of the Alpha and days when we were younger, back into the days when my world was brighter.
I could still see Kai as a boy, with his unruly brown hair and the stubborn grin he always threw at Raven when she tried to boss us around.
I went back in time a bit, I was seven and they were ten when the field belonged to me, Kai, and Raven.
The sun had been bright that day, spilling across the wide fields of Lunaris Hold. My bare feet slapped against the grass as I ran, breathless from laughing too hard, hair sticking to my damp forehead.
“Slow down, Lila!” Kai said to me, his voice was boyish yet firm. His small hand gripped mine when I almost tripped. “Don’t let go.,If you fall, I’ll pull you up. Always.”
Always. That word became a promise I carried in my heart.
Raven got angry whenever Kai pulled me behind him, rescuing me from her mini bullying.
“She’s mine, Kai. She doesn’t need you always rescuing her” Raven said “You’re coddling her, she’ll never be strong”.
But Kai would look at me, only me, and shake his head. “She doesn’t need to be strong when I’m here.”
That had been who Kai was, my shield, my protector. I had never felt weak with him.
But years later, everything would change.
I still remember the whispering fear in the pack when Kai and Raven turned sixteen. One of the elders got a premonition and it had spread like fire in dry leaves because it wasn’t directed to just our pack:
There will come a wolf, the strongest Alpha in history. He alongside his Luna will stand against The Eclipse King (the rebellious brother of the moon goddess), The divine Alpha will be the breaker of curses and The savior of the goddess’s kin.
The name of the said Alpha was not mentioned and that silence was what terrified everyone the most.
None of us slept well after that. Every parent looked at their sons with both hope and fear. Fear because we knew The Eclipse King would never let such a wolf live to fight.
Two years went by and everything was alright until the night Kai was to become Alpha. The night he turned 18, they were supposed to get their mates then because it was supposed to be our mate ceremony that year.
But then the Rogues came, they were the creations of the eclipse kings they came in the night, visiting different packs. I remember the way they smelled, like filth and rot filling the air as screams tore through the ranch.
They destroyed everything on their part, the incident killed the previous Luna, Kai’s Mum. They weren’t werewolves. Something about them felt strange, different even like they weren’t our kind.
They weren’t after everyone, they knew what they wanted.
They were after the ones with a future too bright to ignore, they came looking for the future Alpha.
And Kai was one of them,
Kai fought. Of course he did. Even at eighteen, his strength had begun to bloom, the power in his voice when he shifted was resistance like fire.
But the witch was waiting.
She didn’t speak, she didn’t have to but I’ll never forget her. She wore a long black robe that seemed to swallow her whole body. She lifted her pale hands which were glowing like the moon, to bind him. Her eyes were cold and merciless, her hands twisting shadows around his wrists.
I still see it when I close my eyes, the shadows dragging him into the dark, his voice hoarse from shouting in pain, eyes glowing pale blue as her hands marked him with something unseen. A curse.
One that would turn him from the boy who once stood between me and the world… into the Alpha whose eyes I barely recognize now.
The sound of the vase shattering made my heart stop. I froze, staring at the sharp glittering pieces scattered across the polished floor. My hands shook so badly I didn’t even dare to bend down and pick them up.
Kai emerged from the bathroom, towel draped around his waist, droplets trailing down his chest. His eyes landed on the shattered vase, then on me, and they hardened instantly.
“Pathetic,” he muttered. His tone stung, “Can’t even stand in a room without ruining something.”
My throat closed. “I didn’t me….”
“Don’t bother,” he cut me off, voice low and cold. “You’re nothing but trouble. Out of my sight.”
The words hurt worse than any punishment. I bowed my head, and left the room. I didn’t cry until the door clicked shut behind me, until I was sure he couldn’t see.
I walked into class that morning with my decision fixed like a stone in my chest, the goal was to find Joan, and get answers. If it means I had to search every hallway and knock on every hostel door, I would. The question about Jeile’s sudden change had been buzzing under my skin all night; it wouldn’t leave me alone.I didn’t need to look far. Joan sat where she always did, the corner of the lecture hall that felt like a small island to her. She had her notebook open, dark curls tucked neatly behind one ear. Seeing her there felt like finding a familiar landmark in a strange town; relief warmed through me so quickly my knees felt a little unsteady.I dropped into the seat beside her before anyone could, leaning in close. “Joan,” I whispered. My voice felt too loud in the quiet row. She looked up, and the easy smile I’d come to recognize softened into something like concern the moment she saw me.“You look like you didn’t sleep,” she said, but she didn’t sound amused.I leaned closer
I woke up that morning with one thing on my mind, Joan. The question about Jeile had been burning in my chest since last night, nagging at me with every breath. If anyone could give me answers, it was definitely going to be Joan.The moment I stepped into the classroom, my eyes scanned every corner, searching for her familiar face. I had pictured her sitting there with her books neatly stacked, maybe giving me that easy smile she always wore whenever she caught me staring too hard at the board. But her seat was empty.I told myself she was just running late. People got delayed all the time. So I waited. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Still no sign of her. By the time the teacher walked in and started the lesson, chalk scratching loudly against the board, I knew she wasn’t coming.My heart sank with disappointment, heavy and cold, but there was nothing I could do. So I forced myself to focus on the class, though every word the lecturer said drifted past me cause I was very distracted. My p
“I am a witch,” Joan said, her was voice calm, but her eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made me freeze on the sit.For a second, I honestly thought I had misheard her. Maybe she’d said something else, and my mind had twisted the words. But no, her face, and the way she sat there so confidently, told me she had said exactly what I thought she did.I blinked at her. “You’re… what?”“A witch,” she repeated, slower this time. “That’s how I knew what you were the first day your uncle Marcus brought you here.”My throat tightened. What I was? I wanted to ask, but the words caught somewhere between disbelief and fear.Joan leaned forward a little, her elbows still resting on the table. Her expression softened now, like she could already see the panic rising in my eyes. “You carry your wolf scent strongly, Lila. To the average person, it would probably go unnoticed. But to me? It was impossible to miss.”I stared at her, heartbeat thundering in my ears. “But… if you knew… why didn
I woke earlier than I had in weeks. My eyes opened before the sun had fully risen, and for the first time since coming into this world, my sleep had been dreamless, deep, and steady. No memories chasing me, no shadows clawing at my mind. Just peace.I didn’t even bother to bathe or brush my hair. My body moved before my mind could second-guess, tugging on yesterday’s clothes as if the urgency inside me had been waiting all along. Today was different. Today, I wasn’t just pretending to be human or fumbling through a wolf’s destiny. Today, I was going to learn.“Eryndra,” I whispered, sitting cross-legged on the bed, my bare toes curling against the cool floor. “Teach me. Please. I don’t want to wait anymore.”Her presence stirred. So eager, little one? she teased, though her voice carried no mockery.“Yes,” I breathed. “I don’t want to keep waiting. I want to learn how to use what you’ve told me I have. I want to control it.”There was a pause, long enough for me to wonder if she would
Marcus called it off for the day so I stood up from the floor where I had been crying, my legs trembled a little, it was not from exhaustion, but from the power that had just spilled out of me. I looked at the cracked floor under our feet still and it reminded me of what I’d done.“That’s enough for today,” Marcus said firmly, his hand resting briefly on my shoulder. “Go inside. We’ll talk.”I followed him back into the house, my nerves were fuzzy. He set a glass of water in front of me at the table, and was watching me until I took a sip. His gaze was steady, sharp, but not it wasn't unkind.“So,” he began, leaning back in his chair, “you want to tell me what’s going on at school? Because that,” he gestured vaguely toward the field, “didn’t come out of nowhere. You don’t just fight like that without something fueling it and then, you burst into tears.”I hesitated, and my fingers were tightening around the glass. Part of me wanted to brush it off, pretend I was fine. But Marcus had
The next morning, the sun barely peeked through the curtains when I opened my eyes. Jeile was still asleep, spread out on her side of the room, her long hair spread fully all over her expensive sheets. I held my breath as I carefully slid out of bed, making sure not to wake her. The last thing I wanted was another encounter like last night. My chest still ached from the humiliation of that party, her laughter echoing in my head even after I finally drifted off to sleep. I had my bath and I dressed quickly in one of the outfits Marcus had bought me, I tied my hair back, and slipped out of the room as fast as I could. The hallway was quiet, most students were either still tangled in their blankets or nursing hangovers. I let out a breath of relief, hugging my arms around myself as I walked through the empty dorm building and out into the cool morning air. The campus looked different without the chatter of students filling it. Peaceful. The crisp air smelled faintly of dew and freshl







