LOGINSeventeen-year-old Aria Moonstone was banished, betrayed, and left to survive alone… until her uncle, Alpha Leon, returns with a dark plan: her blood will grant him ultimate power. Trapped in a pack that once rejected her, with two weeks until a deadly ritual, Aria must navigate danger, betrayal, and secrets she barely understands. And then there’s Jason — strong, mysterious, alpha bound to her in ways she doesn’t yet realize. Can Aria survive the shadows of her past… and the boy she’s meant to be with?
View MoreThe main hall of Blood moon Pack felt different tonight.Not louder. Not busier.Just… heavier.The torches burned low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Guards lined both sides of the hall, tense in a way that told me even they didn’t like the visitor waiting for me.I pushed the doors open.Their metal groan echoed like a warning.At the far end of the hall stood a man draped in dark red robes, embroidered with symbols I didn’t recognize. His hood was down, revealing a sharp, pale face and eyes that looked too old to belong to someone still breathing.He bowed.“Alpha Jason,” he said, his voice soft but carrying like thunder. “I have waited a long time to stand before you.”I didn’t sit. Didn’t speak.I just stared at him.He smiled faintly, as if that was the reaction he expected.“Let us dispense with formalities,” he continued. “You wish to know why your memories vanish like smoke. Why something inside you feels… unfilled.”My jaw tightened.I did not like the accuracy
The afternoon sun hung weak and pale over the BloodFang territory when I finally dismissed the last warrior and shut my door.Silence filled my room. Heavy… too heavy.I was supposed to be happy about my ceremony with Lena but something in me wasn't excited even though I tried something just felt off about Lena , but she couldn't be lying could she??.I had known her my whole life , as the packs healer and never for once was Lena caught lying, or doing anything suspicious, she had always been truthful and transparent always helped and contributed greatly to the growth of pack, but even though she was lying could she had her reasons? .I sat on the edge of my bed, elbows on my knees, staring at my hands like they were supposed to give me answers. Ever since the ceremony, there had been this strange pull in my chest—hollow, aching, like something important had been torn away. Something I should remember. Something I was meant to know.And every time I tried to think, a pair of silver ey
The door closed behind Rowan with a soft thud, and silence rushed into my office like cold air. For a moment I simply stood there, breathing hard, palms flat on the polished wooden table. My fingers tingled with leftover moon-energy from earlier, the kind that hummed under the skin long after the magic had faded.“Bring every witch, every seer,” I had ordered him only minutes ago. My voice hadn’t shaken in front of him, but now that I was alone, the tension finally slipped beneath my ribs.Something was wrong.Very wrong.my powers had been acting strangely all night — fading in and out like a weak heartbeat, like a candle gasping in the wind. Not fully broken, not fully alive. Instead, it quivered like a dying string being pulled from both ends.I pressed a hand over my chest and closed my eyes.Jason…A warmth flickered — faint, thin, almost like a memory — and then vanished again. It wasn’t enough to calm me. It wasn’t enough to tell me he was safe. It was only enough to remind me
I woke before the sun.Not because of duty.Not because of nightmares.But because something inside my chest felt… wrong.A tightness. A dragging pull. Like a thread under my ribs was being tugged from far, far away.My wolf, Nyra, paced restlessly in my mind.Something is coming, she whispered, voice sharp with warning.I pushed myself up from the thin mattress. The room was cold. Frost coated the window. My breath fogged in the air. Normally I liked mornings—they were quiet, peaceful.But today the world felt too quiet.Like everything was holding its breath.I wrapped my shawl around my shoulders and stepped out of my small room. The Silver Claw packhouse was already waking. Warriors moved around the courtyard. Beta Rowan barked orders. The cooks clattered dishes in the kitchen.Normal noises.Normal morning.But nothing felt normal.The cold wind brushed my neck and I shivered so hard my teeth clicked. It wasn’t from weather. It was that thread inside me again—tightening.Pulling.
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