Mag-log inTHIRD PERSON The cold morning mist hung low over the Winterridge campus, casting a grey, gloomy blanket across the stone pathways. The air was freezing, but the atmosphere inside the student center was burning hot with arguments.Groups of students stood around the high wooden tables, shouting over one another, while large television screens mounted on the walls broadcasted constant news updates about the scandal."The Moon Goddess made them fated mates!" a tall girl shouted, slamming her books down on the table to get everyone's attention. "Who are we to question divine magic? If the Goddess says they belong together, then Trenton and Aria have every right to be together, stepsiblings or not!""It doesn't matter what magic says!" a guy across the room yelled back, his face turning red with anger. "They grew up in the exact same household! It looks terrible to the outside world. How can our pack expect neighboring kingdoms to respect us when our future Alpha is sleeping with his own
ARIA The heavy oak desk in my dorm room felt ice cold against my trembling hands. Outside my locked door, the quiet hallway of Winterridge University was filled with a strange, heavy tension. I sat in the dim light, my chest heaving with short, desperate gasps as my mind tried to process the nightmare. Thousands of strangers had watched a private, sacred moment between Trenton and me. Something meant only for us had been taken, twisted, and thrown out for the entire kingdom to stare at.I felt exposed and humiliated, like someone had torn off my skin and left me standing in a freezing storm. People were talking about my body, my feelings, and my life as if I were not a human being with a right to dignity. Every time I closed my eyes, I could picture the endless comment sections, the cruel jokes, and the cold smiles of students who looked down on me."Aria, please talk to me," Trenton’s voice broke through the suffocating silence. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, his broad should
ARIA The heavy oak desk in my dorm room felt ice cold against my trembling hands. Outside my locked door, the quiet hallway of Winterridge University was filled with a strange, heavy tension. I sat in the dim light, my chest heaving with short, desperate gasps as my mind tried to process the nightmare. Thousands of strangers had watched a private, sacred moment between Trenton and me. Something meant only for us had been taken, twisted, and thrown out for the entire kingdom to stare at.I felt exposed and humiliated, like someone had torn off my skin and left me standing in a freezing storm. People were talking about my body, my feelings, and my life as if I were not a human being with a right to dignity. Every time I closed my eyes, I could picture the endless comment sections, the cruel jokes, and the cold smiles of students who looked down on me."Aria, please talk to me," Trenton’s voice broke through the suffocating silence. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, his broad should
THIRD PERSON Standing on the left side of the room was Councilman Vance, his hands bound in heavy iron anti-wolf cuffs, guarded by two stern warriors. Next to him sat Tristan, bruised, disheveled, and staring blankly at the floor in defeat.On the right side of the room stood Trenton and Aria, holding hands tightly. Their fingers were locked together so fiercely that their knuckles were white, but the warmth of their touch flowed freely between them, healing the long weeks of cold separation. Luna Helen stood proudly right behind them.Alpha Lockwood stood at the head of the chamber, his grand velvet cape draped over his broad shoulders, his presence dominating the entire space."Members of the High Council," Alpha Lockwood began, his booming voice echoing off the high stone ceiling like thunder. "We are gathered here tonight to put an end to a long, ugly campaign of lies, deceit, and treason that has threatened the very heart of the Winterridge pack."The elders shifted uncomfortabl
THIRD PERSON The freezing autumn wind whipped through Aria’s long hair, but she barely felt the biting cold against her cheeks. Her chest heaved with ragged, desperate gasps as she stood outside the dark, empty greenhouse. The terrifying words of Tristan’s text message danced in front of her eyes like glowing coals, burning into her mind. You have three days left. Let's see if your bond survives them.Her fingers shook violently as she unlocked her phone screen, searching for her contacts. She didn't call Trenton again, knowing his line was completely dead. Instead, she dialed her mother, Luna Helen.The phone rang once, twice, and then Helen's worried voice cut through the receiver. "Aria? Where are you? Did you find anything?""Mom! Listen to me!" Aria cried out, her voice breaking into a terrified sob. She gripped the phone with both hands, pressing it hard against her ear. "It's Trenton! Tristan set a trap for him at the southern entrance! Commander Vance and a whole squad of gua
THIRD PERSON The cold autumn wind howled against the glass windows of the Alpha's grand study, rattling the heavy frames as if something outside wanted to break inside. The room was dark, lit only by the warm, flickering glow of a single brass lamp sitting on the large mahogany desk.Alpha William Lockwood stood by the window, his broad shoulders heavy with exhaustion, staring out into the dark shadows of the courtyard. Behind him, Luna Helen paced slowly across the Persian rug, her footsteps muffled by the thick wool. Her face was pale, and her hands were clasped tightly together in front of her chest.Sitting across from them in a wooden chair was Aria. Her amber eyes were wide with stress, and in her trembling hand, she held the fake council summons demanding her immediate exile to the eastern mountain sanctuary."It's a trap," Aria said, her voice shaking slightly in the quiet room. "I know it is. The dates on this summons match up perfectly with the exact days Trenton is schedul
Aria's POVEven from where I stood, I still couldn’t understand why Trenton was staring at me with such suspicion. That look wasn’t just terrifying—it was horrifying. This was the first time he had ever looked at me that way.Even though the scene refused to leave my mind, I decided to brush it off
Trenton's POVCoach Damien raised his voice over the cheering. “Listen up, everyone!” The rink went silent before he continued. “For the championship qualifiers, the player representing Winterridge…” He paused. “Trenton Blackwood.”“Congratulations, man,” Lucien—my best friend—pulled me into a side
Aria.“You… poisoned me…” I whispered, feeling a coil wrapping around me tightly, suffocating me.I slumped on the floor, blood already dripping down my mouth and nose.“Of course.” He laughed coldly, staring down at me like I was something unworthy. “You really believed that I was going to have so
Aria.“Trenton Lockwood!!!”The cheers of the students and the cheerleading squad echoed through Winterridge University’s hockey arena, pom-poms waving in the air.Trenton Lockwood, the golden son of Alpha Liam Lockwood, the future pack leader, my stepbrother, skated through the ice, every stride p







