INICIAR SESIÓNThey kicked me out before sunrise the next morning, no explanation, nor farewell ceremony. I barely had time to grab my belongings, the only few things I managed to take were the clothes on my back and the purse of herbs still strapped to my waist from the previous night.
“You’re a disruption to the bond ceremony,” Beta Nelson said, his eyes hard as stone. “Your presence is… problematic.” He stuttered to say as if looking for the most demeaning words to describe the situation.
“Problematic?” I asked my eyes widening, like I was some broken artifact they didn't know how to explain to guests. Like I had ever caused trouble or dishonored any of the wolves in the park. I could feel my heart sink, like something sacred had shattered inside me.
No one would meet my gaze. Not even the healers I’d spent five years working alongside. Not even Elder Rowan nor Enchantress Mara, who once told me I had “a gift of gentle light.” Maybe they saw the mark blooming over my heart when the bond ignited—a silver crescent moon etched into my skin like a drawing.
Perhaps the whispers were already spreading; that the bond was fake, that maybe I had used evil magic to trigger it, or that the Goddess had made a mistake. That a lowly girl like me, without a wolf, couldn’t be chosen by someone like him; their almighty Alpha
“Keep moving, girl,” the border guard yelled, interrupting my thoughts as I hesitated at the edge of Blue Crest territory.
I turned back one last time.
Castillo’s black fortress sparkled against the pale blue dawn. The banners still waved from the towers. Gold and Green.
They’d celebrate him for years to come, and no one would ever speak my name and even if they did it would be speeches of mockery and hate. Tears filled my eyes as I blinked immediately to hold them back. I wouldn’t want the guards or Beta Nelson to see me cry.
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Hours Later – (At the Forest beyond the Border)
I walked until I had wounds all over my legs and my feet bled through the soles of my boots which are now old and thin
The forest here was wild and cold. The wind howled as dead branches shook harshly and little chunks of snow stung my cheeks. I was getting hungrier and my mouth was dry, but I wouldn’t touch the dried roots I carried. Those were for healing. For survival, though consumable they aren’t food.
My body felt like it wasn’t mine anymore. The world was quiet, but my mind was in chaos. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I would be able to survive.
What did I do wrong? Why didn’t Alpha Castillo feel what I felt? Or did he feel it—and just chose to ignore its sensation and reject me?
Was I that easy to cast aside? So many thoughts rampaged through my head
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*At dusk –( The Riverbank)
By nightfall, I finally found the river. It seemed a bit frozen in some places, but I could feel the water from beneath the ice. I knelt beside it, my reflection looked different, and I didn't seem like me anymore that I barely recognized myself.
My lips were cracked. My eyes were hollow and my complexion a bit darkened. The silver crescent mark still pulsed faintly over my heart—tho faded, but still there. Still real, I could feel it.
“I don’t understand,” I whispered, my voice spluttering. “Why did the Goddess choose me… just to break me?”
Silence was my only answer.
But then something stirred in the trees.
A rustle. A whisper. The sound of a cracked tree branch under heavy feet.
I stood up instantly, heart racing.
A wolf? No.
Several wolves?
I couldn’t see them, but I could feel their presence. Shadows circling just beyond the clearing, too silent and too careful to be heard.
“Rogues”
I backed up slowly, reaching for the small blade hidden in my boot. My hands shook, but I refused to show fear.
The leader stepped out first.
A man who looks tall and malnourished , with dark, scattered hair and yellowish-brown eyes that glows faintly even in the fading light. His scent hit me like smoke from burning wood and rot. Not pack.
“Not safe” I mumbled
“Well, well,” he said, grinning like a snake. “The little moon-girl wanders far from home.”
I froze. He shouldn’t know, he couldn’t know.
“What did you call me?” I asked, my voice steady despite how scared I was
His grin widened. “The Moon-Blessed. We’ve been looking for you, Maybel”
Hearing my name pronounced fully by him felt wrong, dirty, claimed. Very few people call my name in full
“I’m nobody,” I said. “You’re wasting your time.”
But he stepped closer, and suddenly I couldn’t move. My legs were frozen in place, my body locked up.
Witchcraft!
“We saw what you did at the ceremony,” he whispered, his voice like shattered ice. His breath, disgusting “You shone like a silver flame. We’ve waited a long time for a girl like you to appear.”
More shapes shifted behind him. Wolves in half-shifted form. Red eyes. Too many to outrun.
“I don’t want anything to do with you,” I said, my voice steady. I had to be strong.
“Oh, but you don’t get to choose, little moon,” the rogue leader said, tilting his head. “The old ways are returning. The world needs balance. The packs have grown too proud, too cruel.”
He stepped closer, and then I did the only thing I could think of. I leaned forward and slashed my palm with my blade, letting my blood splashed across the snow and as it flowed, the witchcraft they used to hold my legs and lower body at a place got destabilized.
The rogues hissed, some of them pulling back. My blood shimmered faintly in the moonlight.
The leader let out a frown. “So it’s true. The Moonfire runs in you.”
I felt my leg become free as I turned and ran. The dried leaves hanging lazily on tree branches whipped against my face. The cold air affected my lungs. I had no idea where I was headed to, I just knew I shouldn’t stop.
I heard howls behind me as I raced blindly into the mountains, heading to a place I had once read about. It looked deadly and no pack member nor wolf dared to enter. The old maps called it cursed — ‘The Cold Lands’
I finally collapsed at the foot of a big tree, my lungs almost out of breath, as my heart throbbed heavily.
The last thing I saw were silver eyes in the dark, then a massive black wolf emerged from the shadows.
And then— Darkness.
Elira didn’t wake up for a long time. I sat on the edge of the bed, her head resting on my lap, her skin cold like she had been left under winter rain. I kept brushing her hair back, whispering, “Stay with me… please stay with me…” even though my own throat was burning from crying. My body still hurt from the fight the previous day, but seeing her whole and hearty was all that mattered right nowThen her eyelids trembled.“Elira?” I whispered sharply, leaning over her.Her eyes cracked open; weak, watery, and unfocused, but she managed a tiny smile.“Maybel…” Her voice sounded like it was scraping against broken glass. “Hold… my hand.”I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed her hand quickly, squeezing it and trying to pour strength into her. But the moment our palms touched, something shot through me.A burning spark, like a bolt of raw lightning. A force that slammed into my chest so hard I gasped and struggled for breath.“Elira… what are you doing?!” I cried, but her fingers only tightened
As the first rays of sunrise broke through the sky, soft gold colors spilled over the walls of the Northwoods. Aria hasn’t slept a bit all night— her face looked pale, her lips were dry, but her eyes sparkled with a faint hint of magic. She’d spent the entire time crafting protection charms for all of us. The air around her still buzzed with leftover energy as she pressed a bunch of bracelets into Aether’s palm.“It’ll keep their darkness and evil magic away from you all if you wear this charm while you fight,” she whispered. “Their spells, their claws— nothing will get through this, that’s the most help I can offer for now.”Aether nodded. “Thank you Aria,” he hummed and passed it to his head warrior, who began handing them out to all the warriors who would join us down to the Nightbounds territory. One by one, the warriors secured the leather bands around their wrists. A faint blue light flickered once, sealing the protection spell. For the first time in three days, I felt a glimm
They rushed me inside like I was something fragile. Aether’s arms were under my shoulders, his face a mix of rage and relief. He carried me to his chambers, as if the whole world had shrunk down to just the two of us. When he finally set me on the soft chairs, he didn’t let go; his hands stayed on my back, his breathing trying to calm mine.“Just wind down,” he said softly. “Go wash the blood off and rest, we’ll figure out a way to bring Elira back tomorrow. For now, just sleep.” His fingers rubbed gentle circles on my shoulder, steady and soothing. I wanted to scream that I couldn’t rest, I shouldn’t because Elira needed me, but my body was really weak, and exhaustion took over.He waited patiently until I finally agreed. I took a hot shower, which should be refreshing but instead I hissed and squeezed when the wounds stung. Still, the steam and warmth helped ease the anger burning inside me. Aether was waiting when I stepped out, a towel around his waist and that intense, almost d
MAYBEL’S POVMy chest heaved as the witches’ chants echoed through the dark chamber. As they held enchantress Mara, binding her with magic and dragging her away. The dark triangular formation around us pulsed like a living creature, rings of black smoke tightening every second, ready to crush Elira and me alive.Then the small container Mara stylishly threw at me rolled to my feet. The faint glow of the blood shimmered inside. Aether… My heart clenched. I know I have made you uneasy, thank you once again. I murmured like he was here seeing me. I believed he was.Elira’s voice was weak. “That’s the blood… from your predecessor, the first vessel.”I nodded. “Our last hope.”We managed to kneel together, despite the pull of the formation, our hands shaking. I uncorked the bottle and poured the blood over my divine sword. The liquid spread across the blade, glowing bright crimson and silver at once. I heard my sword make a sound, I know I did, and then the sword began to vibrate like it w
My brother Laziel was barely hanging on, my Luna was trapped somewhere I couldn’t reach, and my wolf was restless, clawing at my chest like it wanted to burst out and run. “Please, do something,” I urged Aria persistently, my tone sharper than I intended. I was beyond restless.Aria closed her tired eyes and took a deep breath. “You need to be quiet, Aether. What I’m about to call for… it’ll shake the ground.”She spread a dark cloth on the floor of her chamber and drew strange symbols with white chalk. They glowed faintly as she whispered in a language I didn’t understand. She lit three black candles, added herbs to a clay bowl, and sprinkled silver powder around the edges. Her voice grew louder, and the chant almost sucked the air out of the room.Then, the flames bent backward. A shadow crept from the corner of the chamber and took shape—a tall woman with silver eyes glowing like moonlight. Her presence weighed heavily on my chest, like a mountain pressing down.Aria dropped to h
Staring at us furiously, they started an incantation. Immediately, the magic hit us and held us together like a cage.One moment, Elira and I glided through the halls like shadows; the next, our feet felt glued to the ground. Cold triangle-shaped light wrapped around us—definitely not the kind of chains you could slice through with a sword. This was ancient witchcraft— words, circles, and slow, deliberate hands that closed around your throat. My sword felt utterly useless. My legs were heavy, as if they belonged to someone else.“Elira,” I whispered, a mix of panic and an unsettling panic stirring over me.She was breathing too quickly, her lips pale. “It’s a binding— an old Nightbound formation,” she said, her voice low. “Two senior witches are holding it. We can’t just slash our way out.”We gave it a shot anyway. I swung my sword until my arms ached. Sparks flew when my blade hit the runes, but they didn’t cut through. I managed to hit one witch’s arm— blood splattered, and she st







