تسجيل الدخولThe fortress hummed with preparation.It was the day before the Luna Ceremony, and Mooncrest had transformed. Green banners bearing the crescent moon hung from every window. The great hall had been swept and polished until the long tables gleamed. The kitchens had been in a state of controlled chaos since dawn, Gretta directing the cooks and servants with quiet efficiency, her voice never rising above a measured tone. The scent of fresh bread and roasting venison drifted through every corridor.Aria stood at the window of her chambers, Audra on her arms, watching the first of the guests arrive. The gates had been opened at midday, and a steady stream of wolves had been passing through ever since. But it was a small, familiar group near the courtyard entrance that made her breath catch.“They came, Aria murmured. “I didn’t think they would acknowledge my invite.”“Yes, Nova said softly. “They did.”Mira was the first through the gates.She had come from Nightfang with only one companio
The next morning, Aria went to Lina’s quarters. She had Audra balanced on her hip, the baby gnawing contentedly on a wooden teething ring. The door was slightly ajar, and through the gap she could see the two sisters together, Lina seated on the edge of the bed with Ren nursing quietly in her arms, Bryn in a chair beside the window with her cane resting against the armrest. Bryn was still pale from her recovery, she was stabbed with a silver dagger so her recovery is slow, but her eyes were brighter than they had been in weeks. Aria pushed the door open with her free hand. Both women looked up. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then, in perfect, near comical unison, Lina rose from the bed, careful not to startle Ren, and Bryn pushed herself up with her cane. They bowed their heads together, their voices overlapping. "Luna." The word was stiff and formal, delivered like a line rehearsed but never quite mastered. Lina's shoulders were tight, her free hand pressing flat against her thi
It’s being one month after the war. The morning was soft with the promise of spring. Aria stood at the window of the nursery, Audra cradled in her arms. The baby was awake and alert, her silver eyes tracking the clouds that drifted past the glass. She was nearly six months old now, still small, still delicate, but with a fierce grip and a laugh that could fill any room. Rowan had already left for the training yard, kissing both of them on the forehead before he went. The fortress was quiet, its rhythms slow and steady. The walls had been rebuilt. The dead had been honored. The pack was healing. A soft knock came at the door. "Luna? I've brought fresh linens for the little one's cradle." "Come in, Gretta." The older woman entered with a stack of neatly folded blankets. Her apron was clean, her grey hair pulled back in its usual severe bun. She moved with the quiet efficiency of someone who had served the pack for decades, her steps careful. She set the linens on the small table n
The trial was over. Simeon's body had been taken away. The Silvermoon delegation was preparing to leave. It was already mid day. Aria found Lina in the garden, sitting on a stone bench with Ren cradled in her arms. The baby was awake now, his hazel eyes blinking up at the sky. Lina looked tired but peaceful, as if some great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "There's something I need to tell you," Aria said, sitting beside her. "About Bryn." Lina turned. "The girl who helped my father?" "Yes. And also his daughter." Aria paused. "Your sister." The words hung in the cold air. Lina's face went still. "What?" "Your father took her when she was a baby. He told her the White Wolf killed her parents. He raised her to be a weapon. But at the end, she refused. She tried to save Audra. He stabbed her for it." Aria's voice was quiet. "She's your blood, Lina.” Lina stared at her. Ren stirred, letting out a small, sleepy sound. "Where is she?" "In the healer's wing. Reco
The great hall was silent as the grave. Wolves lined the walls, Mooncrest warriors still bandaged from the battle, Silvermoon elders in their dark robes, servants who had lost friends in the attack. The benches were full. The torches burned steady in their sconces. And at the center of it all, bound in silver chains, knelt Simeon. Aria stood at the head of the hall, Rowan beside her. Alpha Magnus sat with the other witnesses, his face grey, his hands gripping the arms of his chair. Lydia was beside him, hollow eyed and silent. The Silvermoon elders flanked them. Lina sat in the front row, Ren cradled against her chest, her mother's hand clasped tightly in hers. Bryn had been brought from the healer's wing in a wheelchair, her chest still wrapped in bandages, her face pale but determined. She had asked to be here. The charges were read aloud by Elder Orin, his voice carrying through the silent hall. Treason. Conspiracy. Murder. The corruption of wolves used as weapons against their
Lina could not sleep. The quarters Nyssa had led them to were small but comfortable, a hearth crackling with warmth, a cradle for Ren, a window that looked out over the dark mountains. Her mother had fallen asleep almost immediately, exhausted from the journey. But Lina lay awake, her son nestled in the crook of her arm, watching the firelight dance on the stone ceiling. Tomorrow, she would see her father. She tried to imagine his face. The last time she had seen him, she was a child. He had been kind, she remembered. Distant, sometimes, but kind. He had told her stories about the old wolves, about the great packs of the north. He had taught her to read the stars. She had believed he loved her. Now she knew the truth. He had never loved her. He had only ever loved a dead woman and the power she had refused to give him. Ren stirred, his tiny fingers curling against her chest. She pressed a kiss to his downy hair. "I'll be better than him," she whispered. "I swear it. I'll be bett
Aria no longer reached for a staff. It started on a cold morning when Nyssa tossed her the usual wooden pole and Aria let it clatter to the ground. "I don't want it." Nyssa blinked. "You want a sword instead?" "I want nothing. Just my hands." "That's a terrible idea. You'll get hurt." "The
Rowan stood at the window of his study long after the candles had burned low. The mountains were black against the stars. The training yard was empty. His went back to Aria, she would be asleep now or maybe not. He gave her a room without fully understanding why he did so. He understood now. The
Rowan returned some days after. The training yard was already full when he walked through the east gate. Warriors paused mid swing, bowing to acknowledge his presence. Nyssa's staff lowered, Lois straightened from where he had been leaning against the equipment rack. The Alpha had not been seen ou
It’s been four days since Rowan last came to the training field. On the first day, Aria convinced herself it was pack business. After all he’s an Alpha, who needs to make decisions for his pack. He couldn't spend every morning in the training yard. She sparred with Nyssa and didn't ask where he w







