It's my eighteenth birthday today, and I'm supposed to be joined with my mate. Cassius Emberwing. But somehow, I'm watching my mate in the arms of another woman-my best friend, Piper. Everyone's eyes are on me. They're all looking at me like they can't see me. "Where's your scent, Aria? We can't sense your wolf." "A shifter without a scent..." My heart shatters, and I recall the events that led up to this day. Days before my 18th birthday. "Rogue!"Someone's startled voice pulls my attention towards the clanking sounds I can hear coming from the gates. Guards quickly assemble themselves, like they are preparing for war. The fear of a rogue in the realm can bring anyone's attention to a stand still. It's common knowledge in the Shifters realm that all rogues are deemed unworthy of anything more than to simply await their death in the Rogue's camp. They are stripped of all bearings, and forced into the forest to live away the rest of their days in abject loneliness.I like t
KaidënHe was slaughtered like an animal. A common worthless animal. "One day, I will kill all of them." Riven spits out bitterly. I can't blame him. He holds in his hands the body of his little brother, lifeless and pale. An open gash in the little boys neck, that reveals the cause of his death. He was just a little kid, barely 14 years old in the last full moon. But the Shifters realm don't care. He is rogue, so he is deemed dangerous, violent, to be slaughtered without mercy. I rub my hands under my eyes, my muscles aching, but I refuse to rest. I have to make the rounds. See all my people. Let them know that there is hope. Even though sometimes I wonder if there is. The shadows around me darken as they match my thoughts. We were raided againIt never stops. It's not enough that we've been banished into the forest. The pack shifters have to remind us of what we are-outlaws that don't deserve any pity. A slaughterhouse to be picked from when they want to go on their justice kil
Aria"Grandmother, he killed an innocent man." I flare my hands in frustration. Why does nobody understand this? A man who saved my life was just brutally murdered, and my grandmother acts like it's just another day in the Flynn pack. "Don't be silly, Aria. He was a rogue. You don't understand how violent they can be!" She answers back firmly. What I don't understand is how my grandmother can consent to such cruelty. All my life, I've been sheltered and protected. Kept from any harm. I never even knew rogues could come in here. I know a rogue killed my parents when I was too little to understand what had been going on, but grandmother raised me to care, to show compassion. She's always claimed that's the role of a Luna, so why is she ignoring all her teachings to justify unlawful death? "I can't believe you. And Cassius had no right! He attacked the Flynn pack. He was with me!" I yell back without thinking, and I hear the sound before I process what she's done. The fo
AriaIt's dark in here, and it smells like rotten corpse. I don't know how I'm sure of this, but I'm sure somebody died in here, I just hope I don't end up like they did. My eyes are bound by a dark clothe, and my hands and feet are tied behind me. I contemplate calling for help, but I can't find my voice. "I'm scared, mother. I don't think we should do this. What if it's all a lie?" A small voice sounds very close to me, and I release an exhale. Someone that can help me. "Everyone must play their part, child." A dry voice responds. My skin prickles when I hear the voice. There's something dark, and sinister about it. "You have already been sentenced to death, mother. How do you think the Alpha would react if he discovers this?" The voice persists. Alpha? Are they talking about Cassius? If Cassius is here, maybe he can help me. Unbridled tears sting at the corners of my eyes. Where am I? Where is Piper? Oh, Goddesses! Piper! I hope she's alive. I won't be able
Aria(Back in the present.) They are all staring at me. Whispering, pointing. "She has no scent," I can hear them muttering under their breaths. A shifter without her scent is no shifter at all. "Pi-Piper?" I whisper shakily. My best friend has her arms wrapped around Cassius-my mate-her grip is possessive around him. How can she do this to me? How is this even possible? She scoffs. "What happened to you, Aria? Aren't you the supposed Luna of the Shifters realm? Where is your wolf?" I can hear the mockery in her words. She doesn't care that I'm too weak to stand. Or that my own pack members don't recognize me. "Piper, please. Help me." I whisper.I'm still weak from what happened when I was taken away. I don't remember how I got here except for a man draped in shadows who carried me. I thought I would be safe in my pack, but I was wrong."Aria, you know the pack rules. What kind of wolf doesn't have her wolf? It would be a mercy to banish you to the rogues." Her words s
AriaA mate to a rogue..."No."He looks surprised, and I doubt my words. My voice is scratchy, and tears have dried in my eyes so much, it's hard to see."No?" He asks.I nod. "I can't do it. I'm-I'm sorry. I want to get revenge on the monsters who killed my grandmother, but I-I just can't."Why can't I?Because in a way it feels like I'm tainting my grandmother's memory.I am Aria Flynn, the last direct blood of the Flynn pack.But most importantly, I am Luna Flynn's granddaughter. My grandmother would turn in her grave if she knew I was even talking to a rogue.And a mate to the rogue King?"You want to go back to that pack? The one who wants you dead?" Disbelief coats his tone.Why does he care anyway? It's not like he's worried about me.He just wants to use me, like Piper used me, like everyone who just wants me when I'm the supposed future Luna, but wants me dead when I'm not.I'm disposable to all of them."I can talk to them. They're being deceived by Piper. She-" I pause, re
Kaidën Her scream is loud enough to wake the forest. I'm surprised she can even make any sound with how she looked when I left her. But I don't have the time to think about all these, before I move in the direction I hear her from. She rejected me too. Just like my mate, except Piper didn't even deem me fit to reject. She just moved on to a new mate. An Alpha. My shadows billow around me when I stop in front of the girl-Aria. Her leg is being pulled by a huge man, while another grabs her hair. The pale blonde hair catches in his hands, pulling some strands. I grit my teeth in annoyance. I promised myself I wouldn't do anything else for her, but here I am. Why do I even care? Is it because she can help me by becoming my mate? "Let her go." My voice takes the men by surprise, and the one grabbing her leg drops it. She lets out a small sound when her feet hits the ground. "This is the Alpha's orders. Stay out of it." The one still holding her hair says. How despicable that
Aria I'm running. But why? All I can hear is the sound of heavy footsteps behind me. Someone is chasing me. "Help!" I let out a small squeak when I fall to the ground, tripping on a rock in front of me. The footsteps get heavier, and suddenly it feels like someone cloaked in darkness descends on me. "Help? You're an abomination! A shifter without her wolf. A shame!" The voice closes in on me, and it sounds like it's coming from everywhere around me. Please, no. I want to scream out but my tongue feels heavy in my mouth. Why can't I speak? I push myself back, away from the person crowding me. It's not just one face, but a mass of distorted faces, morphing into one. "Kill her!" "Behead her!" They're all shouting, screaming at me. Yet my voice remains trapped. Have I lost my voice too? One face finally pushes through the rest, and comes up in front of me, so close I can feel her breath on my cheeks. "You killed your grandmother, Aria. You deserve to be killed." It's Piper.
Aria I clear my throat, and roam my gaze all over the man standing in front of me. Thankfully he is back to his normal form, which isn't a monstrous beast, although I have to wonder how much of that form is abnormal. If he is that Alpha—the same one that ruled a long time ago, and died before the war of the dead pack, then isn't his truest form that of a monster. But most importantly, what does he want with me? I'm not exactly a rogue, so taking out his anger on me would be useless. I try not to think about what it would mean if he plans to use me to attack Kaidën's people. As terrible as I feel about the injustice done to his wife, him and his people, I could never do something so treacherous to Kaidën. Kaidën isn't like all the other rogues he is talking about, and his story of misery has been so long ago, the rogues aren't the same anymore. Now it's even the pack shifters realm who dispose of people they dislike as rogues, and the goddesses' as usual have been helple
Aria The Alpha of the Dead Pack. A couple of seconds pass, or maybe minutes, or even hours, but I remain silent after his words. I try to remember what I know of the dead pack, but it's too little to mean anything to my situation right now. In fact, most of what I know of the dead pack are bedtime stories my grandmother told me and Piper. I never expected to meet someone from my fantasy story world, or worse, to meet the Alpha of their pack. Shaking my head, I try to breathe in slowly, trying not to pass out front of the numerous amount of things I'm feeling all at the same time. "Why did you buy me then? If you are dead, and you rule a dead kingdom, what use am I to you?" I recall grandmother's words—stories—of the dead pack, at least the ones that come to mind. A long time ago, before the rogues were called rogues, they were just classified as outlaws. The pack shifters' realm—according to grandmother, hasn't always been this civilized because, in her words, "it is
Riven"I—I think you should leave."The words don't even sound like mine as I say them, but the look on Piper's face shows that she's more taken aback by them than I am. Why do I care that she hates Aria? Maybe because she is our Luna and the one who will bring an end to our curse. Piper doesn't understand what it feels like to be a rogue—to be treated like a dirty criminal from the time you're born. Some of us never even got the chance to find a pack before we were declared unfit to be accepted into society. That's the kind of pain all rogues have to live with. That is why Akira gave her life to change that. The Alpha might believe I am waiting for a chance to pay the pack shifters back in their coin, but he's slightly off the mark. Once the goddesses' prophecy has been fulfilled, then we can finally find true happiness. The pack shifters won't be able to attack us anymore. "Riven?""Yes," I answer limply, unable to meet her eyes. I'm not the young beta she met the first tim
Kaidën I clench my fist and pin him with a hard look. "I don't have the time for this."Before he can blink, I pull out my sword again, already letting my shadows peek out until I can feel them on my fingertips. One wrong move and I'll let them suck the life out of him without losing sleep over it. After all, this man stands in the way of me and reaching my Aria—no, just Aria. I furrow my brow with a mix of annoyance and confusion. When did she become my Aria? Darien chuckles. "Unlike you, shadow King I know the full extents of my powers, do you really think you can win a fight against me?" I bristle at the meaning to his words. I've long stopped wondering how he knows what he knows. How he knows that I don't fully understand the extents of my shadows. It doesn't matter, because they've never failed me before. "Alright, if you still want to raise your sword against me, then be prepared to die, because those shadows of yours won't save you this time."The words roll out of his l
Riven The room is still as silent as a graveyard despite my question, and I begin to wonder if she's even heard me. “I asked you—” “Shut up, Riven.” She cuts me off with a stony glare that looks so vicious, I have to take an involuntary step back. It seems I have forgotten this woman is still the Luna of all the pack shifters. Long gone is the gangly wide eyed woman who smiled at everything I had said, and let her fingers brush mine. Every time I look at her, I feel even more foolish. To have been caught in the snare of somebody like her—a member of the pack shifters, and one ruthless enough to do anything to climb to the top. I've just been a stepping stone for her, but my heart isn't willing to accept that fact. That is why I still scramble for whatever affections she throws my way, like a pathetic dog. Heat prickles under my palms when I look into her eyes, but I don't say anything to her. With a pleased smile on her face, she turns away from me, as if satisfi
Riven It's been eight hours since I've seen the Alpha, and the link between us isn't telling me anything. Normally, it doesn't say much since the alpha is a really private person, and he likes to mask his scent well, but it hasn't been this dead before. No matter how much I reach out to him, I get nothing in return. These troubled thoughts have been plaguing my mind ever since he left without a word. At least if he'd told me where he was going, I wouldn't be so worried. A part of me thinks, maybe despite his words on the matter, he might have gone to search for the Luna. The Luna. Could I even call her that yet, considering she doesn't have the Alpha's mark on her. She's also an omega—not the strongest choice for Lunas. But now that I think about it, I've always heard that in the pack Shifters realm, they love to pick Omega's as Luna's. I'm not sure if this is because they want someone weaker than the Alpha for a Luna, or just the work of fate making Omega’s Alpha’s m
Aria Everything was a lie? What does he mean by that? "W-what do you mean? A lie? Are you Lugh?" I ask rapidly, feeling my heart nearly beating out of my chest. Is this happening because I still didn't want to go with Lugh willingly despite his story? The rumble of his voice rattles my bones. "I am Lugh Darg, the Alpha of the dead pack. Only I exist in this realm," His voice drops till it's nearly a whisper carrying across my skin like a chilly embrace. "You can be here with me too, Aria dear. All you have to do is accept me." He croaks the end of the words out, like a fish trying to speak out of water. I press my hand against the wall of the vehicle behind me, wondering how I can escape someone like this. A part of me still thinks that maybe Lugh can help me. Maybe he's somewhere in here. "You naive fool." A torn laugh comes from him, and my eyes fly back to him. "What do you want from me?" I try to say firmer, but I'm still shaking with fear. This is more than
Kaidën "Does it matter who the person is to me?" I give the man in front of me a pointed look. A jarring smile lines his face, enhancing his harsh eyes. I finally notice something I have been ignoring—something so glaringly obvious—something that has been staring me right in the face. As if picking up that I've noticed the oddity he is, he quirks a curious brow at me. "You're different too, aren't you? I can sense it." He takes a step closer, but doesn't drop the sword he has pointed at me. "I don't know what you're talking about." I give him a bored look, deciding this talker might not have the intention of killing me. He moves the sword lazily, his eyes tracing my every movement, not missing a thing. I don't know if he's aware of my shadows yet, but the thing different about him isn't his ability to handle a sword with shocking agility. No, it's his scent. The thing is, this stranger doesn't smell at all like a wolf—it's not like he doesn't have a wolf inside him.
Aria"Lugh?" I ask again, when he doesn't answer. Something about the way he answered me makes my skin start to call. It feels like dread. Or the start of something very bad. "Aria, dear?" I gulp, and try to stand on my feet, but sway with the movement of the vehicle. Gasping, I clutch the sides and press my body closer to its walls for support. There’s something in the air that feels weird. What is going on? As if I said the words out, Lugh speaks again. "There is something I forgot to tell you dear." "What?" I croak out, feeling incredibly light headed. This feeling rivals the time I was drunk, kidnapped, and forced to listen to Kaidën and that girl—Eliana—talk about their past. And that memory isn't even one I like to recall. No, my head feels light and heavy at the same time. Empty and full. Confused and clear headed.It's a feeling unlike any other, and I know I have to ask. Somehow a part of me knows that whatever Lugh forgot to say is what I need to know right now.