Luna's POV
The first thing I see when I open my eyes is them. Dominic. Alex. Liam. Their faces flash through my mind, but it's not just their expressions from yesterday—it's the way Liam kissed me. The memory burns at the edges of my thoughts, unwelcome yet persistent. I shouldn't be thinking about it, but my lips still tingle with the phantom pressure of his. How come I can't seem to let go of the memory? Throughout last night, that's what kept looming through my mind, and this morning too. I wonder what prompted him to kiss me. I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the thoughts. It doesn't matter. None of this matters. I just need to move on. But I can't. I can't seem to forget about everything. Something holds me back, something I can't quite name. Fear? Uncertainty? Or maybe it's the fact that I saw my nails elongate yesterday, a part of my body shifting into something other than human. I touch my fingers now, half-expecting them to change again, but they look normal. For now. A sigh slips past my lips as I force myself up and get ready for training. It's the only thing I can do—keep moving, keep pretending I'm fine. Stepping onto the field, I try to push everything out of my mind. The team is already gathering, stretching, talking, and laughing as if nothing is wrong. I blend in with them, staying quiet as we begin our morning warm-ups. I try my best to ignore the three stars. It's not the best time to give them the looks they want. They're not human. I convince myself that I am, and what happened yesterday? It's just an illusion. The coach arrives with his usual morning greeting, and after a short exercise, we're divided into teams. I'm on the same team as Liam. I try hard to stay far from him. The game starts, and the moment my feet hit the field, my body feels alive. Every movement is sharper, faster, stronger. The stick feels light in my grip as I move through the drills, weaving effortlessly between the opponents. When the ball comes my way, I don't hesitate. I don't hold onto the ball—I strike. The shot flies past the goalkeeper and lands perfectly in the net. Everyone just stares at me. My teammates look stunned, their mouths slightly open. Even the coach looks taken aback, though his expression returns to normal immediately. I blink. Did I just do that? I should be used to it by now, but no, this feels different. My movement is too perfect. The rest of the training session is the same. Every move I make feels right, like my body knows something I don't. I play like I've never played before, moving with a speed and power that isn't mine. When training ends, I wipe sweat from my forehead, catching my breath. But before I can properly rest, I see Dominic and Alex approaching. I look away, pretending I don't see them coming until they stop in front of me and tap my shoulder lightly. I turn to them with a neutral expression, bracing myself for whatever they have to say. At first, they're polite. Dominic asks how I'm feeling. Alex gives a small nod, acting as if yesterday never happened. But there's something off about their smiles, as if they're forcing themselves to communicate with me. "We reject you." And just like that, they say it in unison. The words are blunt. Cold. A murmur spreads through the team. Some chuckle under their breath, others openly laugh, like this is some big joke. I can feel their amusement wrapping around me, waiting for me to break. But I don't. I don't flinch, don't react. I don't care about mates. I don't believe in whatever bullshit that means. I never have. The only reason I'm still here is because I don't want to give up, not now that everything has started changing. I have to make a name for myself. I'm just an orphan who needs to be known worldwide, so whatever their bullshit means has nothing to do with me. I know that's been my dream since I knew about hockey, but they're not human and that makes us different. I'm not ready to accept that I'm one of them. Dominic and Alex watch me for a moment, as if expecting something more, but when I stay silent, they turn and walk away. I expect Liam to do the same, to come up and say the words that will sever whatever invisible bond is supposed to tie us together. But he doesn't. He just stands there, watching me from a distance, his expression unreadable. *** The next day arrives faster than I expected. Today is the match. The real test. We're playing against the River Fang team, one of the strongest teams in history. The pressure is heavy, and I wonder if I'll get the chance to stand on the field to play. I get dressed quickly, forcing myself into focus mode. Outside, the bus is already waiting, and I climb in, finding my seat. Unfortunately, I end up next to Liam. Neither of us speaks. The entire ride is silent, aside from the murmurs of our teammates and the coach's voice as he gives his usual pre-game speech. I try not to focus on Liam's presence beside me, but it's impossible to ignore his warmth, his steady breathing, and the way his arm brushes against mine whenever the bus jolts. When we arrive, everything moves quickly. The changing rooms, the final instructions, then the announcement of the team. I'll be playing as the striker. The reaction is immediate. The team doesn't look happy except for Cassie. I hear a few muttered complaints and see the glances exchanged, but no one dares to argue with the coach. "We move fast," the coach tells us. "Don't hold onto the ball for too long. Pass quickly, keep moving." We nod, but I can still feel the doubt in the air. Can I do this? Play among the stars while everyone sits and watches? It feels so unreal! The time comes. Stepping onto the field, my heart pounds. The umpire blows the whistle, and the match begins. Something feels wrong with me, but I ignore it at first. Maybe it's just nervousness. But the moment I grip my stick, my fingers tremble. My body feels off. Weak. I shake my head, trying to focus, but the moment the ball is passed to me, an opponent charges. I barely move before I fall. No one even touches me. I hit the ground hard, the breath knocked from my lungs. The other team takes advantage immediately, scoring a goal while I struggle to push myself up. I can't move. My limbs feel heavy, like I'm sinking into the field. My heart pounds rapidly, but it's not from exhaustion. I feel like my old self. The one who finds it hard to hold sticks or even dribble for a second. I feel so, so weak.Alex's POVI can't sit still. Something is wrong—I can feel it deep in my gut. The anxiety has been building all day, ever since I lost track of Luna yesterday. I've been pacing around my apartment for hours, trying to convince myself that she's probably just busy or avoiding me after our last confrontation.But my instincts are screaming that Luna is in danger, and I've learned to trust those instincts over the years.I'm still pacing when I hear a knock at my door. I look through the peephole and see Liam standing there with Cassie beside him. Both of them look worried and stressed.This is not good. If they're here together looking for Luna, it means something has definitely happened.I open the door, trying to appear calmer than I feel. "Liam, Cassie. This is a surprise. What brings you both here?"Liam doesn't waste time with pleasantries. "We're looking for Luna," he says immediately. "Have you seen her? Do you know where she is?"My heart drops into my stomach. "What do you mea
Luna's POVI keep struggling against the metal restraints that hold me down, but they don't budge at all. The cold metal cuts into my wrists as I twist and pull, trying desperately to break free. My movements become more frantic with each passing minute, and soon tears start flowing down my cheeks uncontrollably.The fear is overwhelming me completely. I don't understand what's happening to me or why someone would kidnap me like this. The strange room with all its scary relics and totems makes everything feel like a nightmare I can't wake up from."Help me!" I scream again, but my voice just echoes off the walls and comes back to me. No one is coming. No one can hear me.I think about what the masked man said before he left—that they would free me after taking what's "precious and rare" inside me. What does that even mean? What could be precious and rare inside me? The words keep repeating in my mind, making me more and more terrified.I look around the room again, trying to find anyt
Luna's POVMy head feels like someone is hammering nails into my skull. The pain is sharp and constant, making it hard to think clearly. I try to remember what happened, but everything feels foggy and distant.I attempt to call out for help, but my voice comes out as barely a whisper. My throat feels raw and dry, like I haven't had water in hours. Maybe days. I have no idea how long I've been unconscious."Help," I try to say, but the word is so quiet that even I can barely hear it.I try to move, thinking maybe I can sit up and get a better sense of where I am. But when I attempt to lift my arms, I realize with growing panic that I can't move them at all.My wrists are tied to something hard and cold. I try to move my legs and discover that my ankles are also bound. I'm completely restrained, lying flat on my back on what feels like a narrow metal table or board.The panic hits me like a wave. Where am I? How did I get here? Why can't I remember anything?I force myself to take deep
Liam's POVMy heart starts beating faster. Where could Luna be? After the game yesterday, she was supposed to come straight home. She was tired and upset about what happened to Cassie. She wouldn't just disappear without telling anyone."Are you sure she doesn't have any other friends? Not even one?" I ask."I'm sure. The only people she might meet with are you guys, and Luna has never slept outside before. This is the first time.""Are you sure?" I ask, and she nods.I pull out my phone and dial Luna's number again. It goes straight to voicemail, just like every other time I've tried calling her this morning. The automated voice tells me that the phone is switched off."Her phone is switched off," I tell Cassie. "This isn't like Luna. She would never turn off her phone for this long without telling someone."Cassie sits down heavily on Luna's bed. "Liam, I'm starting to get really scared. What if something happened to her?"I try to stay calm, but inside I'm panicking too. "Let's not
Liam's POVI wake up early in the morning with Luna on my mind. I can't stop thinking about our conversation yesterday, about the way she looked at me with such concern and warmth. Despite everything that's happening with my father and the chaos in my life, being with Luna makes everything feel more manageable.I miss her touch, the way she makes me feel like I'm not alone in all of this. The memory of her soft kiss on my cheek at the game makes my heart race even now.I decide to call Alex first to see if he knows anything about Luna's plans for the day. Maybe we can all meet up and spend some time together. I dial his number and wait, but strangely, he doesn't pick up. That's unusual for Alex, especially this early in the morning when he's usually awake and responsive.I try calling him two more times, but there's still no answer. Something feels off about this, but I don't want to overthink it.Instead, I decide to go directly to Luna's dormitory. I can use visiting Cassie as an ex
Luna's POVAfter following the person for several minutes, the shadow suddenly turns around and sees me. My heart stops for a moment as our eyes meet across the darkness. Then, without warning, the figure takes off running at full speed.I don't even think before my body reacts. Something impulsive takes over me, and I start racing after them. I need answers, and this might be my only chance to get them.The person is fast, but I'm determined not to lose them. My wolf senses are kicking in, helping me keep track of their movements even in the dim light.As we move further from campus, I notice something incredible happening. The person ahead of me begins to change. Their human form shifts and transforms until they're running on four legs instead of two. They've shifted into their wolf form.Without hesitation, I let my own wolf take over. The transformation happens quickly, my bones reshaping and my senses sharpening dramatically. Now I can smell their scent more clearly and track the