THE LUNA'S ECLIPSE

The Nightveil Pack bustled with activity as preparations for the harsh winter pressed on. Valeria, only eight years old, skipped along the well-worn paths of the pack’s territory, her breath visible in the crisp air. The adults moved with purpose, hauling bundles of firewood, sacks of dried herbs, and crates filled with preserved meat. The sky above was an icy blue, the promise of snow lingering on the horizon.From the center of the pack’s courtyard, her father, Alpha Cedric, stood tall and commanding, his voice steady as he issued orders. “Ensure the food is stored securely, and double-check the insulation in the dens. We can’t afford to lose anything to frost or scavengers. Mason, how’s the inventory coming along?”Beta Mason, a stout man with a weathered face and kind eyes, glanced at the parchment in his hands. “We’re short on blankets and a few essential herbs, Alpha. I’ll send a team to the forest edge to gather what we can before the heavy snow sets in.”Valeria watched her fa

VALERIA'S POVIt's early morning, and soon, midnight will strike today, and I will turn 18, I sat on the sand looking at the peaceful scenery in front of me. It was a full moon and its reflection on the water made it beautiful. A small smile appeared on my face as the cold water touched my toes.This place was my only safe sanctuary, but only a nightmare as it would be flocked with my bullies during the daytime. Those boys were foolish enough to miss school and waste their time here.If only I had the chance to attend school, I would never leave and would try to make the most of it. I used to have full attendance in my school at my old pack when everything was fine in my life until Alpha Dimitri killed my whole pack and I became a mere servant.I could never forget that night. I don't know why Alpha Dimitri had to kill all those people. As far as I know, my pack has always adhered to the principle of friendliness and I've never heard of any rivalry with other packs. That night changed

VALERIA’S POVWith the kitchen duties finally behind me, I wiped my hands on my worn apron and headed upstairs. It was time to clean the head warriors’ rooms—a task I didn’t mind too much. At this hour, the warriors would all be outside training, leaving their quarters empty and quiet. Cleaning gave me a chance to lose myself in the repetitive motions, to think without interruptions.Climbing the stairs, I carried my supplies with me, the wooden bucket swaying slightly in my grip. The house was still waking up, faint murmurs of voices and footsteps echoing in the distance, but the halls leading to the warriors’ quarters were eerily silent.As I reached the first room, though, a strange sensation prickled at the back of my neck. It was subtle at first, like the faintest whisper of unease, but it grew stronger with every step. I paused mid-stride, glancing over my shoulder.The hallway was empty.The air was still, but my instincts were screaming. It felt as if someone’s eyes were borin

VALERIA’S POVHe proved true to his words. The next forty minutes felt like an eternity—a relentless storm that I couldn’t escape, he violated me, my soul and my body. My body trembled uncontrollably, but I kept my eyes shut, willing myself to disappear, to fade into nothingness but he continued his assault on me. First my clothes, then my body, one by one he was bruising me.I could feel his wolf encouraging him to do more damage, his fingers turned into claws and dug deeper into my body causing more pain.Every second was a reminder of my helplessness, of the power he held over me. It didn’t matter that I was a slave. He treated me as less than that—as if I wasn’t even human and I had no say in what he was doing, my consent was not needed. I couldn’t fight him or stop him, I was too weak to do so, I simply cried for myself, for all the pain he was giving. His dark cruel eyes held nothing while he exploited me and used me however he wanted or in whatever position he wanted.I am no s

VALERIA’S POVI woke up with a sudden jerk, gasping as if the weight of the lake’s water was still pressing against my chest. My heart pounded in my ears, my lungs desperate for air. When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the soft grass on the other side of the lake. The night was eerily quiet, the only sound the gentle lapping of water against the shore.I blinked, disoriented. How did I survive? I was certain I had drowned. I remembered the freezing cold, the overwhelming darkness, and the peace that came with the thought of finally escaping the pain. But here I was, alive. I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, expecting to feel broken ribs or bruises from Magnar’s attack, but my body felt...whole.I pushed myself upright, hesitant, and looked down at my hands. There were no cuts, no bruises—nothing. My skin was unmarred, the wounds I knew I had suffered were gone. How was this possible?A shiver ran down my spine. “Was it all a dream?” I whispered to myself, but even as I