After he left, I explored the suite more thoroughly. Two bedrooms, both with attached bathrooms, a comfortable living area, and the small but functional kitchenette. My suitcase and the few belongings I'd brought from my life as Ella Stone had been placed in the larger bedroom.I took a long, hot shower, washing away the blood—both Aaron's and my own—and the sweat of battle. As steam filled the bathroom, I examined my injuries in the mirror. The cut on my cheek from Aaron's claws was already healing, faster than a normal werewolf's would. The hybrid's attack had left bruises on my arms and torso, but they too were fading rapidly.'Our blood heals,' Rona observed. 'The Goddess blood.'"We don't know that yet," I muttered, but I couldn't deny the evidence. I'd always healed quickly, even as a child. It was one of the things my father had found suspicious about me, one of the ways I had been "different" that he'd resented.After my shower, I dressed in sleep shorts and a tank top, then c
A silver pendant on a delicate chain caught my eye. It was a stylized "A.L." intertwined in an elaborate design. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the materials expensive. It didn't match the other pieces in the box, which were simpler and more traditional."Silas," I called again. "Do you recognize this?"He took the necklace, examining it with a frown. "No. I've never seen Angela wear it.""The initials," I pointed out. "A.L. Angela's first initial, but the L doesn't fit. Her middle name was Marie, wasn't it?""Yes," he confirmed, still studying the pendant. "And our last name is Morrigan. There's no L anywhere in her name.""Unless," I said slowly, "it's not her initial at all. A.L. Alpha Logan."Silas's head snapped up, his eyes meeting mine. "Silver Claw's Alpha.""Exactly." I took the necklace back, turning it over. On the back, nearly too small to see, was an engraving—a tiny wolf silhouette with what looked like a silver tear falling from its eye. "This is their pack symbol, is
We left his office, moving through the pack house toward the east wing, where the main library and public archives were housed. Pack members nodded respectfully to Silas as we passed, though I still received curious and often suspicious glances.The library was quiet when we entered, only a few members browsing the shelves or reading at the scattered tables. Silas led me past them all, toward a door marked "Private Collections" at the back. He unlocked it with a key from his pocket, ushering me inside and locking it behind us.The room beyond was small, lined with glass-fronted cases containing what appeared to be fragile scrolls and ancient bound volumes. Silas moved to a bookcase against the far wall, running his fingers along the spines until he found what he was looking for—a small, unmarked black volume.He pulled it partway out, and I heard a faint click. The entire bookcase swung inward, revealing a narrow stone staircase descending into darkness."The original pack house was b
The council meeting was set for late afternoon, giving us a few hours to prepare. After leaving the underground archives, Silas and I parted ways—he to brief select pack members on potential defensive measures, me to check on Bella. Despite everything we'd discovered about Angela and Silver Claw, I couldn't forget the look on Bella's face as Aaron died protecting her from the hybrid's bullet. Whatever complicated feelings she might have about his death, she needed support. I found her in the guest quarters Silas had assigned her, a comfortable room not far from my own. Two guards stood outside her door, nodding respectfully as I approached. "Is she awake?" I asked. "Yes, ma'am," the younger guard replied. "Dr. Emerson checked on her an hour ago. She hasn't left the room since." I knocked softly. After a moment, Bella's quiet voice called, "Come in." She sat by the window, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders despite the warm afternoon. Her face was pale, her eyes red-rimmed from
Tears streamed down my face by the time I finished reading. I hadn't cried since the night I fled Blood Moon five years ago, but now I couldn't stop. This was my mother's voice, her words, her love reaching across the years to touch me.Bella moved from her chair to sit beside me, her arm going around my shoulders. "She loved you," she said softly. "More than her own life.""All these years," I whispered, "I believed it was my fault. That I killed her just by being born. My father—""Your father was wrong," Bella said firmly. "Your mother made her choice with full knowledge of what it meant. She wanted you to live, to fulfill your destiny."I wiped my eyes, rereading the part about facing a great trial, a rejection. "She knew about Silas," I realized. "Somehow, she knew what would happen between us."Bella nodded. "The Moon Goddess bloodline often carries the gift of foresight. Your mother likely had visions of your future, just as you're having visions now.""Did she know about the c
We left her room, nodding to the guards as we passed. The pack house was busier now, with members hurrying to and fro on various errands. I caught fragments of conversation as we walked—whispers about Aaron's death, Angela's return, and increasingly, speculation about my role in it all."...heard she killed him," one young wolf muttered to another as we passed."...special blood," came another whisper. "That's why Silver Claw wants her.""...broke the Alpha's mate bond..."I ignored them all, keeping my head high and my pace steady. Let them talk. Soon they'd know the truth—or at least as much of it as Silas deemed necessary to share.We found him in his office, deep in conversation with Mason Sullivan and Dr. Emerson. All three looked up as we entered, conversations pausing mid-sentence."Stella," Silas acknowledged, his eyes briefly registering surprise at Bella's presence. "Bella. How are you feeling?""Well enough," she replied. "I want to be at the council meeting."Silas nodded,
The council chamber fell silent as Silas and I entered, followed closely by Bella. Every eye tracked our progress to the front of the room, whispers dying on lips as the elders straightened in their seats. Unlike my previous appearance before the council, this time I felt no fear, no uncertainty—only a cold determination and the steady presence of Rona in my mind.My father sat in his Beta chair, his face an unreadable mask. I met his gaze directly, letting him see the knowledge in my eyes, the accusation. He was the first to look away."This emergency session of the Blood Moon Pack Council is now in session," Silas announced formally, taking his place at the head of the table. Instead of directing me to the lone chair for those being questioned, he gestured for me to stand at his right—the Luna's traditional position. Another statement that didn't go unnoticed by the council members."We face an unprecedented threat," Silas continued without preamble. "Silver Claw is planning an atta
Silas returned to the matter at hand, his voice bringing the council back to focus. "The threat from Silver Claw remains our priority. According to our intelligence, they plan to attack in two days, the night before the Winter Solstice. Their goal is to capture Stella before the full moon, when her blood will be at its most powerful.""Why her blood specifically?" Gamma Phillips asked, speaking for the first time. "What do they hope to gain?""Control," Bella answered, turning to a new page in her notes. "The silver-blessed bloodline carries unique properties. Chief among them is the ability to bestow or remove shifting capabilities in other werewolves."That revelation caused another stir. Zeta Clara's eyes widened in alarm. "Are you suggesting this girl could prevent us from shifting? Or force a shift against our will?""Potentially, yes," Bella confirmed. "Though Stella has never been trained in these abilities. Most manifestations of her power have been instinctive rather than con
The bathroom mirror showed the toll of recent days—dark circles under my eyes, fading bruises from the perimeter fight, silver lines visible beneath my skin even at rest now. I looked like what I was becoming—something between wolf and weapon, neither fully human nor fully monster.The hot water helped, washing away blood and tension. I stayed under the spray until my skin pruned, letting the steam fill my lungs, blanking my mind. Temporary peace.It shattered when I stepped out to find Silas sitting on the edge of my bed."What the hell?" I clutched the towel tighter around me. "Ever heard of knocking?""I did. Three times." He didn't look away. "We have a situation.""Serious enough to invade my bathroom?""Pine Valley's pulling out too."That got my attention. "What? When?""Just now. Chen called. Same story as Red River—Logan made contact, offered terms, council voted.""Fuck." I sat heavily beside him, maintaining careful distance despite the emergency. "That's two packs in one d
I showered again, hotter this time, as if I could wash away the implications of what had just happened. The bond had needed release—that much was true. The supernatural tension had been building since the silver integration, threatening our focus, our control.But it wasn't just the bond. And pretending otherwise was a lie neither of us fully believed.I dressed in practical clothes for the briefing, hair still damp, silver lines faded but not gone. The pendant at my throat seems warmer now, responding to whatever changes were accelerating in my blood.The briefing room was crowded—remaining coalition representatives, pack fighters, medical teams. Silas stood at the head of the table, composed and focused as if nothing had happened between us. Only the bond betrayed him, humming with awareness whenever our eyes met."The situation has changed," he began without preamble. "Red River and Pine Valley have withdrawn from the coalition. Shadow Ridge is wavering. We must adjust accordingly.
The bathroom mirror showed the toll of recent days—dark circles under my eyes, fading bruises from the perimeter fight, silver lines visible beneath my skin even at rest now. I looked like what I was becoming—something between wolf and weapon, neither fully human nor fully monster.The hot water helped, washing away blood and tension. I stayed under the spray until my skin pruned, letting the steam fill my lungs, blanking my mind. Temporary peace.It shattered when I stepped out to find Silas sitting on the edge of my bed."What the hell?" I clutched the towel tighter around me. "Ever heard of knocking?""I did. Three times." He didn't look away. "We have a situation.""Serious enough to invade my bathroom?""Pine Valley's pulling out too."That got my attention. "What? When?""Just now. Chen called. Same story as Red River—Logan made contact, offered terms, council voted.""Fuck." I sat heavily beside him, maintaining careful distance despite the emergency. "That's two packs in one d
Blood spattered across my face as I drove my knife into the hybrid's throat. Not a killing blow—these fuckers were resilient—but enough to buy me seconds. I twisted the silver blade, widening the wound, before kicking it back into the trees."Six o'clock," Silas called.I spun, dropping to one knee as another hybrid lunged overhead. It landed awkwardly, and I slashed across its hamstrings before it could recover. The silver blade cut through enhanced muscle and tendon, sending it crashing to the forest floor.The perimeter breach had turned out to be a scouting party—four hybrids, two human handlers with tactical gear. Test run, most likely. Probing our defenses before the eclipse."Clear on the east," Mason's voice crackled through the radio. "Two neutralized.""South perimeter clear," another voice confirmed.I finished the wounded hybrid with a knife through the eye socket—the most reliable way to kill them, we'd discovered. Silver to the brain. Nothing else stuck.Silas approached
A heavy silence fell. The widow studied me, weighing my words against her grief. Finally, she nodded once—not acceptance, not yet, but willingness to listen.The demonstration continued—questions answered, abilities explained, strategy discussed. By the end, the mood had shifted from hostile skepticism to grim determination. Not unity, exactly, but something approaching common purpose.Reeves declared the gathering concluded. The pack dispersed slowly, many lingering to catch glimpses of the silver lines beneath my skin, or to hear fragments of conversation between their Alpha and me."You've made an impression," Reeves observed when we were relatively alone. "Whether good or bad remains to be seen.""As long as you hold to the timeline.""We will. For now." He studied me with that predatory gaze. "You're not what I expected, Luna Stella.""What did you expect?""Someone broken by rejection. Someone defined by her mate bond rather than her own strength." He inclined his head slightly—
The meeting dragged for hours—strategies dissected, contingencies argued, egos managed. By the time it ended, I had barely enough time to prepare for the Shadow Ridge visit.I found Bella in the library, surrounded by ancient texts and modern printouts. The bags under her eyes suggested she hadn't slept much."Any updates on the ritual site?" I asked.She shook her head. "Surveillance shows continued construction, but no major changes to the chamber layout. The central platform appears to be complete." She slid a satellite photo toward me. "They've added these structures around the perimeter—power conduits, possibly, or some kind of containment system.""For the hybrids?""For you." She met my eyes. "Logan's preparing for your capture, Stella. These modifications match historical descriptions of goddess blood containment."Of course. He'd be a fool not to plan for every contingency, including my capture."We need to adjust our approach vector," I said. "Avoid these areas.""Already do
My blood wasn't right anymore.I stared at the vial Zeta Ruth had drawn that morning, watching how it separated—normal red plasma on bottom, silver particulates floating on top, refusing to mix. Like oil and water, except both were parts of me now."The integration is stable," Zeta Ruth reported, studying her microscope. "No cellular deterioration, no rejection symptoms. Whatever you did when you saved Silas, it fundamentally altered your blood composition.""Great," I muttered. "Logan will be thrilled."Three days since the assassination attempt. Three days of tests, meetings, and preparation. The coalition was holding, but barely—territorial disputes and ancient grievances threatening the fragile alliance with each passing hour."Have you experienced any side effects?" Zeta Ruth asked. "Pain, weakness, unusual sensations?"Besides feeling like my insides were made of broken glass? "Nothing significant."She gave me a look that said she knew I was lying. "The silver isn't just in you
The formal dining room hadn't been used in years. Dust sheets covered the long mahogany table, and cobwebs decorated the chandelier. I stood in the doorway, watching pack members clean and polish under Mason's direction."The Shadow Ridge delegation arrives at noon," Silas said, appearing beside me. "Mountain Creek by three. Red River just confirmed—they'll be here before sunset.""Seven alphas in one room." I crossed my arms. "When's the last time that happened?""1962. The Silver Plague outbreak." He glanced at me. "You ready for this?""Define ready."The corner of his mouth twitched. "Able to navigate pack politics without starting a war.""Then no, probably not."He almost smiled—a rare occurrence these days. The approaching eclipse had everyone on edge, humor in short supply."They'll test you," he warned. "Your authority, your bloodline, your right to stand beside me. Traditional alphas don't adapt quickly to change.""I noticed." I gestured to my training clothes. "Should I ch
The council meeting that night was grim. Bella took notes as we described what we'd witnessed, her face growing paler with each detail."Forced conversion," she murmured. "He's found a way to override the rejection response.""At what cost?" I demanded. "That wolf was being torn apart from the inside.""The cost doesn't matter to Logan," Silas said. "Only the result.""We can't let this happen," Mason declared. "The eclipse ritual—if he perfects this process, makes it permanent...""He'll have an army of controllable hybrids," I finished. "Each one as strong as three normal wolves, immune to silver, loyal only to him.""So we stop him," Eliza said, steel in her voice despite her lingering grief. "We hit the quarry before the eclipse. Destroy his lab, free the captives.""It's not that simple," Silas cautioned. "The quarry is a fortress now. We'd lose half the pack trying to breach it.""Then we need another approach," I said. All eyes turned to me. "Logan wants me. My blood. I'm the k