Aria's POV
✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ 13 years later ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦
It was the shifting season. My memories were slowly returning but i couldn't find a memory of myself being in a clinic for a week. Yes, Lara had told me that I was in a hospital for a week due to an incident. That was all I could get from her. Whenever I tried probing her for further information she would close off on me.
"You'll be shifting today," Lara told me feeling so excited for me. She was an early bloomer. She shifted into her wolf for the first time when she turned 13. Middle bloomers shifted into their wolves when they turned 16, for me... I believed I was a late bloomer despite the rumors that went around saying I was cursed. I read books and I was sure that curses could be lifted. I had Lara who always stood by my side giving me encouragement all day. "Yes, hopefully," I replied flashing her a smile. It was evening time, and the full moon was out. The shifting period was the only time Omega's were allowed to dress in beautiful and handsome dresses. Lara helped me into my milky gown that flowed on the ground. She let my hair fall down. My hair was a shade of chestnut with gold specs on it. "Your hair is beautiful," Lara complimented. "It's a normal color," I responded. "It's not. Don't deceive yourself," she warned me. "Fine... Whatever you say," I responded not wanting to dwell more on the subject of discussion. "Your face is down. A penny for your thoughts?" She asked. I looked into her eyes before lowering my head to the ground. "Talk to me Aria," she prodded. "What if I don't shift tonight," I blurted out my fears to her. "What do you mean Aria?" She asked holding my hands. "There are rumors Lara. Rumors that I am cursed," I replied. " My dad doesn't even show up for this shifting period. Like he knows something that I don't know." "Do you believe them Aria?" She asked. "Most times I do. I mean I'm the weakest Omega in the servant's ward," I replied. "Those are just negative thoughts Aria," she said before hugging me. "Go out there and kill it." A nervous energy crackled in the air as we all stood in a circle under the full moon's unblinking gaze. Tonight was the night. The night we were supposed to finally shift, to claim our birthright as werewolves. Excitement and trepidation warred within me, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. We all held hands, a silent promise of support amidst the coming transformation. As the wind grew stronger, a collective gasp ripped through the group. Bones began to crackle, a sound both terrifying and strangely beautiful. The girl beside me let out a guttural roar, her body contorting as fur sprouted across her skin. In seconds, a magnificent silver wolf stood in her place, its eyes glowing a fierce amber. One by one, the others followed suit. Shrieks of pain mingled with exhilarated howls as bodies contorted and reshaped. The pungent smell of wet fur filled the air, a primal musk that both repulsed and exhilarated me. I watched, heart hammering against my ribs, as my friends embraced their wolf forms, their excited barks echoing through the clearing. But me? I remained unchanged. The agonizing screams had subsided, leaving an eerie silence in their wake. My hand, still clasped in the empty space where everyone once stood, felt impossibly cold. Panic clawed at my throat. I tried to focus, willing the change to come, picturing the searing pain, the bone-deep transformation. But nothing happened. I was a lone statue amidst a whirlwind of fur and fangs. Tears welled in my eyes, hot and stinging. This wasn't supposed to happen. We were all raised on the same stories of our werewolf heritage. Why was I the only one left unbroken? A chilling loneliness settled over me, heavier than the transforming bodies around me. At that moment, under the mocking gaze of the full moon, the truth sunk in. I wasn't just different. I was cursed. I fell onto the ground regretting the day. Once again, the moon goddess had not pitied me. "Seems like you're the only one who has refused to change Aria," I heard my Alpha say. I couldn't respond. I felt numb. "Cover that hair of yours. Dye it another colour or something. It's not fit for someone like you," he added before going forward to acknowledge the other wolves who had shifted. Lara rushed to my side, placing a towel over my body as she led me into the servant's ward. "Why me Lara?" I questioned tears dropping from my eyes over and over again. "Why not someone else? What did I ever do wrong?" "I'm really sorry Aria," she said hugging me. "Does the Moon Goddess regret bringing me into the world?" I asked "That's not possible. Everything happens for a reason," she told me as she patted my back gently. I cried to sleep in her arms. The next morning, I woke up to see my hair black. Gold specs still showed in the places they had been before. "Lara.... Did you dye my hair?" I asked when she came into the servant's ward to wake me up. "Yes... I figured you might get in trouble if the head of housekeeper sees the previous color most especially after the Alpha's warning," she responded. "Oh.... Yes, thank you," I thanked gratefully. I had my bath quickly before leaving the room to resume my work for the day. I got multiple stares from people and wondered why they were looking at me like that. I figured it was because of last night, I bit back a tear as I remember the past event. Today I was going to see my father. I needed him to answer a few of my questions. I tried to avoid being flogged or insulted throughout the day but I was unable to do that when a plate slipped from my hand mistakenly. It was a fellow omega that slapped me. She had the right to do that now as I was just a mere human to everyone now. When the day ended, I returned to my house rather than the servant's ward. "What are you doing here?" My dad asked when he saw me at the door. "I missed you Father," I responded leaning in to hug him. "Are you allowed to be here?" He asked. " Look Aria, I don't want problems for us." "It's okay Father. I'm allowed to be here," I responded. He hugged me back. Entering into the house, I was met with bottles of uncorked beer. "You've been drinking," I said. "Just a little," he responded. "Dad.... This isn't just a little. Are you trying to kill yourself?" I yelled. "Lower your voice," he warned. I ran a hand through my hair tired of his attitude. "I didn't come here for this Father. Why haven't I shifted?" I asked catching him unawares. "What do you mean?" He retorted. "You know what I mean Father. I'm tired of feeling cursed. What were the circumstances around my birth?" I asked. "I don't have an answer for that," he replied his face lacking any trace of emotion. "Sure... As expected," I said before walking out of the house. I should have known that he wouldn't say anything. I was sad and broken. I didn't know how to feel at this point. I ran towards a forest on the side of the house. I ran as far as my legs could carry me till I tumbled over a tree. I bit back a tear as the tree dug into my leg. I heard the rustling of trees from behind. I got really scared. Then I saw it, a big black wolf with gold specs. I cleared my vision trying to remember where I had seen it before. It was in my dream. Yes, that's where I saw it. "Aria," I heard someone call me. "Who's there?" I asked. "He will come for you soon," I heard a different voice say. "Moon Goddess... Is that you?" I asked my heart beating hard in my chest. I woke up in a treehouse. There was no one around. Just a plate of food and a blanket covered around me. I ate a small bite of the food before rushing back to the Alpha's ward. Surprisingly, my wound of the previous night had healed. I didn't know whether to be terrified or not. I didn't also tell anyone about what had happened the previous night. My dad had tried talking to me through Lara but I wouldn't budge. I wasn't ready to have a conversation filled with lies from him. Each day, I tried to survive. I didn't know what I was surviving for. I just knew that I had to survive. My mind went back to the wolf. Whose wolf had I seen two times?Aria POV The fortress slept unevenly. I could hear its breathing through the stones slow where the wounded dreamed, sharp where guards turned in their armor. Outside, rain threaded through the mist, tapping at the shutters like a pulse that wanted answering. I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes I saw light under water. Silver first, then red. Each time I tried to reach it, it moved farther away. When I finally sat up, the bandage over my chest felt hot. I drew it aside; the mark glowed softly, silver veins running outward, then darkening at their edges until they blushed crimson. It looked alive. I touched it once pain, then the taste of iron behind my teeth. "Remember the promise." The voice wasn’t outside me. It came from the space between heartbeats. “Whose promise?” I whispered. "Yours. Hers. Mine." The room tilted. For a heartbeat I was standing somewhere else: a cavern full of mirrors, the smell of salt and blood. A woman knelt beside a black pool. Her
Ares POV Morning came thin and colorless, as if the dawn itself feared to choose a side. Mist lay heavy over the stronghold; the banners on the walls hung damp and still. Inside the council hall, the smell of cold wax and smoke lingered a memory of lightning that refused to fade. The elders were already gathered when I entered. Rowan stood near the fire, his staff striking the stones with each slow breath. Beside him sat three councilors I didn’t recognize new voices summoned overnight. That alone told me everything. They bowed slightly, just enough to pretend respect. “Alpha Ares,” Rowan said. “We meet to determine the validity of last night’s event and the safety of your rule.” My boots echoed as I crossed the floor. “You mean whether you can strip me of command before she wakes.” A rustle of robes, a cough meant as laughter. One elder pale eyes, ink-stained fingers unrolled a parchment. “Until the goddess confirms the Trial’s meaning, the council moves to place command
Ares POVThe council hall still smelled of thunder.Ash clung to the rafters, and the runes on the walls pulsed faintly, like hearts that refused to stop beating.No one spoke. They stared at me the way men stare at a wound that should not have survived.I had walked through nights of battle, but this silence felt worse than any war.It was judgment waiting to breathe.Rowan finally broke it. “You brought her power inside our borders.”His voice trembled between anger and awe.“The moons rose together, Ares. Do you understand what that means?”“I do,” I said. “ It means the goddess answered.”Murmurs rippled. Some bowed their heads; others spat prayers against curses.They would argue forever about what the light meant mercy or warning but I had seen Aria in the center of it, alive. That was meaning enough.An elder pushed to his feet. “Your friend Clara burns half the cliff and you defend the girl who caused it? Are we to call ruin divine now?”My jaw locked.Once, Clara had s
Clara’s POV The cliffs were quiet that night.Even the sea below had gone still, waves hitting the rocks softly like they were afraid to make a sound.The air smelled of rain and stone. The moons were climbing higher, one silver, one red the same way they had on the night everything fell apart centuries ago.I stood near the edge, looking down at the circle drawn into the ground.It looked perfect.Every mark glowed faintly, shining in the moonlight, hiding the poison I had placed there.Once she stepped inside, her own power would turn on her.The goddess would burn her from the inside out.The end of the so-called Moon Blessed.I smiled faintly. Ares thought he was protecting her, but he was only walking her straight to her death. The spies told me enough the girl was leaving the fortress tonight, veiled and dressed in white, heading for the cliffs.It was almost too easy.I knelt down beside one of the runes and brushed my fingers over it. The light rippled red, answering to my m
Aria’s POV Sleep refused to come. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel the moon pressing against me heavy, watching, whispering. The air in the chamber shimmered faintly, each breath thick as if I were breathing silver dust. The guards outside my door spoke in hushed tones, pretending I couldn’t hear. But their fear bled through the cracks. To them, I wasn’t Aria anymore I was the girl who burned assassins alive, the cursed bloodline they whispered about when they thought I was sleeping. Lara slipped in quietly, carrying a small bowl of moonwater. “It’s for calm,” she said softly, setting it beside me. I nodded, but calm was the last thing I felt. When I looked into the bowl, the water rippled though the air was still. Light bent across the surface, and suddenly it wasn’t water anymore it was memory. Two women stood beneath twin moons. One bore a crown of flame; the other, a cloak of shadows. Their hands met briefly then one drew a blade. The sound was like thunder. The red m
Ares’s POV Night had settled heavy over the fortress, the kind that pressed against the windows like a living thing. I hadn’t slept. Every corridor hummed with secrets, and my instincts kept pacing even when my feet were still. From my chamber balcony, I could see the council wing dimly lit; silhouettes moved inside too many for this late hour. Someone was reporting again. Every word I spoke in confidence found its way to Clara before dawn. There was a leak somewhere in my ranks. James entered quietly, carrying a folded parchment. “The watch found this under the east stair. A courier’s mark from Varyn’s men.” I took it. No seal, no name just a single phrase: ‘The Alpha prepares the circle.’ My jaw tightened. I hadn’t told anyone outside my inner circle about the ritual preparations. “So she already knows,” I said. James frowned. “You think Clara planted a spy?” “I think she owns one.” I turned the parchment over, tracing the faded ink. “And I intend to find out wh