LOGINAkira's POV
“Get up.”
The voice wasn’t gentle, nothing has been gentle lately.
I blinked as I flung my eyes open, stone pressed cold into my cheek. My body felt wrong...now lighter somehow, like something essential had been carved out of me.
“Get. Up.”
I lifted my head and immediately found Maelis standing over me. She was still dressed in white, in the ceremonial white. She was too perfect, untouched like a queen, untorn unlike me.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I croaked, my voice failing me. “Go stand beside your Alpha.”
She flinched...or rather, she pretended to. “Akira… don’t make this harder than it already is.”
I laughed, a broken sound that scraped my throat. “Harder? You’re wearing Luna white on the night I was rejected.”
Her eyes roamed around the courtyard, where the last of the pack still gathered, pretending not to stare. “Lower your voice.”
“Why?” I demanded. “So they don’t hear what you did?”
“I didn’t do anything,” she said quickly, too quickly for someone not guilty. “This wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”
I pushed myself into a sitting position, ignoring the dizziness. “Then how was it supposed to happen, Maelis?”
There was silence, enough to give me the answer I wanted.
That was enough to answer.
Lucien approached then, his boots stopping just out of my reach. “Enough,” he said. “Take her to the inner hall.”
I looked up at him. “Her?” I echoed. “Is that all I am now?”
“You forfeited your standing when you failed the Awakening,” he replied coolly.
“I didn’t fail,” I snapped suddenly. “Something was taken from me.”
Maelis inhaled sharply, but still pretending to care.
I turned to her in my fury. “You knew.”
She shook her head. “I suspected something of that could happen.”
“Of what?”
“That… that the Moon might not answer you.” Her voice softened. “I didn’t think Lucien would...”
“...reject me?” I finished. “Publicly? Tear out my soul in front of everyone?”
She swallowed hard as I poured out her sin before her. “He had doubts for years.”
“And you helped feed them to him yourself,” I said. Her eyes snapped up in pretence. “That’s not fair.”
I got to my feet, fury lending me strength. “You were my friend. You stood beside me when they whispered. You held my hands when I cried. You told me I wasn’t weak.”
“And I meant it!” she insisted.
“Then why are you dressed like this?” I gestured violently at her gown.
Lucien stepped between us. “That’s enough.” I laughed again, bitter and loud. “Of course. Protect the future Luna you always care about.”
Maelis stiffened like she was the victim. “I didn’t ask for this.”
“Liar,” I whispered, my chest tearing out. She recoiled like I had just struck her.
“Take her,” Lucien ordered the guards. “Before she embarrasses herself further.” Strong hands closed around my arms.
“No,” I said, my voice shaking...not with fear, but rage. “You don’t get to silence me now.”
Lucien leaned close. “You don’t get to speak at all anymore.”
The inner hall was colder than the courtyard. Elders gathered in a semicircle, their faces bent like carved stone of judgment.
Elder Thane cleared his throat. “Akira Nightfall, step forward.”
“I can’t feel my wolf,” I said hoarsely. “Something is definitely wrong somewhere.”
“That is no longer our concern,” Elder Mira suddenly said, not meeting my eyes.
My chest tightened at such betrayal. “You dressed me not long ago. You told me I was ready.”
“And I was wrong,” she replied. Lucien took his place at the center. Maelis stood beside him. Yes, always beside him.
“By decree of the Alpha,” Thane intoned, “Akira Nightfall is stripped of her title as Luna-in-waiting.”
A murmur roared through the hall as he made the announcement.
“Your chambers will be reclaimed.”
“Your sigil removed.”
“Your protection revoked.”
Each word felt like another layer of skin being brutally peeled away from me.I stared blankly at Maelis. “Say something right now.”
She looked torn, completely avoiding my gaze. For half a second, she was like that, then she lifted her chin. “The pack needs stability.”
The betrayal finally landed...very heavy, and crushing. “You have always wanted this,” I said softly. “Didn’t you?”
Her lips parted like she had a lot to say, then closed again.
Lucien answered for her instead. “She is better suited than you.” I turned to face him slowly. “Because she’s stronger than I am?”
“Because she is willing,” he said. “To do what you couldn’t do all this while.”
“And what was that?” I asked, wanting to hear him speak. “Betray myself?”
Maelis stepped forward all of a sudden. “I will bear your burden, in ways you couldn't imagine,” she said. “I will be the Luna this pack deserves, bearing their pain.”
I laughed, a sound edged with madness. “You’re wearing my life now.”
Her voice shook, but she continued. “You should’ve stepped aside when you noticed something awful”
“There it is,” I whispered. “You didn’t just take my place. You waited for it to come, to disgrace me.”
Silence followed the hall. Then, Elder Thane raised his staff again. “There is one final matter.”
My heart sank on hearing that. Who knows what evil they have in store for me.
“By ancient law, a rejected mate without awakening is no longer bound to pack identity.”
I stiffened, the shock too much for me to take. “What does that mean?”
Lucien didn’t look at me. “You are no longer Nightfall.”
The words rang louder than the rejection I had experienced earlier.
“You don’t get to take my name from me also,” I said.
“I just did that, and there's nothing you can do about it.”
Elder Mira’s voice broke through, cracking as she spoke. “By dawn, she will be escorted beyond pack borders.”
I shook my head slowly. “I gave everything to this pack.”
“And it gave you a chance,” Lucien replied. “You squandered it without looking back, or considering the consequences.”
Maelis stepped closer, her voice low. “I’m sorry it had to be like this.”
I met her gaze, every shared memory burning between us. “No,” I said. “You’re sorry I didn’t disappear quietly.”
Her eyes flashed with so much fury. “Careful.”
“Why?” I asked softly. “What are you afraid I’ll do? I have nothing left anymore.”
Lucien turned away immediately. “Take her.”
Akira's POV Light spills down through tall windows, catching dust that drifts like tiny sparks. Old wood fills the air cedar soaked in years, and underneath it, a hint of rusted iron lingers. At the room's heart stands a table stretched out, silent, bare. It holds nothing. Nobody has taken their place. Stillness presses in, heavy with what hasn’t been said. A place by the front became mine not taken, just left empty by everyone else. At my right stayed Ronan, hands relaxed yet ready, gaze moving without stop like something hidden could strike from any shadowed edge. Leaning by the doorway across was Elara, foot raised on cold rock, weight balanced with quiet patience. Moving behind the rows, never settling, went Garrick, each step carrying a tension that hung thick even in silence. Into the room stepped the elders first. Thane came alone, his head down, leaving his staff at the door as if laying it down after battle. Behind him, Mira followed she who had tied my arms with silver s
Akira's POV Still kneeling, the group stayed low long after they needed to. It wasn’t my order that held them there. Truth has a gravity all its own stronger than rules, heavier than force.Slowly, I moved forward. Beside me, Ronan kept step, close enough to feel but not touch. A steady warmth came from him, firm yet open. Behind, Elara and Garrick trailed, careful where they placed each foot. Their silence spoke more than words ever could. This path wasn’t about anger anymore. Something deeper pulled us now.Out ahead, the main yard came into view. There lay those very stones, cold and familiar, where Lucien turned away three winters past, now lit by morning light. Traces of burnt earth marked the old ritual ring remnants of a power that wouldn’t wake. My feet found the border and stayed.Up he got, slow at first, feet dragging like the floor could vanish beneath him any second. Maelis stayed pinned right there on the dirt, dark strands her own power twisted into ropes wrapped t
Akira's POV The dawn arrived the way a blade arrives: slow at first and then all at once, an unforgiving light cutting through the dark․By the time we got to the ridge looking down across Crimson Moon territory, the fog had burned off, and I could see the valley below, like an old wound․ The high stone walls had mostly held, and the watchtowers had dying torches burning, and the sprawl of pack houses and training fields glimmered in the first cold gold of day․ Thin white smoke rose straight up from the central hearths․ Life moved on․ Routine․ Unaware․They did not know the dead were walking home․Ronan stopped beside me now, his shoulder touching mine․ This time it was intentional․ The contact resonated with something in my ribcage that's been rattling since we left the clearing․"Do you still want to walk in alone?" he asked․I kept my eyes on the gates․ "Not alone․ With you․ But I go through first․"He didn't argue․ He nodded once, a movement so small that most people would never
Akira's POV The moment they walked away, silence dropped over the woods. Not peaceful just still. It felt like every trunk stood frozen, watching my next move.It felt like I was being watched by a thousand eyes. Close by, Ronan stayed quiet. Heat from his body reached my skin. The place where Darius vanished held his stare. Words did not come at once. Darkness now covered the path they took.“You could have ended it tonight,” he said finally. Low. Calm. “One word and they’d all be on their knees again.”“I know.”“So why didn’t you?”That moment, I turned my gaze his way. Not just a glance proper seeing. Moonlight, thin and shy beneath cloud cover, rimmed his eyes in pale silver. They held still, fixed on me.“Because I don’t want them broken,” I said. “I want them awake. I want them to choose. When I walk through those gates at dawn, I want the pack to see me and remember who they turned their backs on. Not because I forced them. Because they can’t lie to themselves anymore.”A
Akira's POV “Sit,” Ronan said quietly, nodding toward the flat rock we’d used earlier. “We’ve got hours until first light. No point standing here wearing ourselves out.”Down I sat on the rough rock. Cool now was the evening breeze, bringing hints of pine, far-off wet earth. Tired my legs were, though no long path led here. Weight came not from steps, but what moved unseen - in speech, in quiet.Elara dropped down beside me, stretching her legs out. “You think Darius will tell the truth when he gets back?”There I stood, eyes fixed on the place they’d vanished among the branches. He will speak of his sighting. If Lucien takes it in, well - only time showsRonan crouched in front of me, elbows resting on his knees. “Lucien will believe it. He’ll hate it, but he’ll believe it. The man’s not stupid. Just proud. And pride makes him blind until the last second.”Garrick limped over and leaned his staff against the rock. “Pride’s a slow poison. Eats a man from the inside while he’s still s
Akira's POV Frozen air held the group still. Ronan broke it, words sharp as glass. Stay quiet, he meant, though he spoke of calm. Trees drew every glance now, shadows shifting slow. Fingers rested near triggers, just in case. Not firing. WaitingOut of the quiet came sounds - slow steps, careful. Twigs cracked beneath something heavy. The forest floor whispered as boots pressed down. From the tree line emerged silhouettes. A group of six moved forward. Wolves every one. Their mark was clear - the tang of Crimson Moon thick in the air.Right off, I knew who the two were.Beside him rose a man called Darius - Lucien’s guard. Wide-shouldered, skull bare under harsh light. A jagged line cut through his face: brow to jaw, left side. That night in the yard, he said nothing while they pulled me free.Behind him moved Sienna, her eyes light-colored, hair twisted tight down her back. A long time ago she gave me flowers picked from open fields while I lay ill. These days there’s a small bow in
Akira's POV “That's where your training starts,” he said, as he gazed at me for some time.I flinched.“Training?”The words sounded different in my mouth, like something far away. Something for other people, not me. Not after everything that has happened, not after everything I have seen. “Which
Akira's POV I gazed up at Ronan Blackthorn as the valley spun slightly around me.His words hung between us like smoke unwavering, ready to dissipate. Dangerous. Thick. Impossible to shake away.“You mean I can't survive what’s waking up inside me?”My voice was barely above a whisper. It was quie
Akira's POV His grip burned it was not like fire it was like frozen light beneath the surface. A spark held tight in flesh.A jolt lit the wire, sudden fire in its veins. Sparks leapt, sharp and wild, shaking every thread. Energy snapped through, raw and uncoiled, tearing stillness apart. The pul
Akira's POV A hush faded piece by piece, much like mist dissolving under morning light. Heavy lids clung together, salt and sweat sealing them tight. A cold frame pressed into my back, that’s what caught my attention. The bed wasn’t much, it was just a sliver of padding over metal bars. My ey







