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The world ended before I even knew it was breaking.
The rain fell hard, like sharp needles from the sky, beating against my skin and washing the ashes of my life into the mud. Smoke rose into the black clouds, carrying the smell of burned wood… and something else. Something I didn’t understand. What used to be my home was now nothing but broken pieces and fire. I stood barefoot in the cold, my white dress dirty and torn. My hair stuck to my face. My whole body shook, not just from the rain but from fear. People from the pack—people who watched me grow up—stared at me like I was a nightmare standing in front of them. “She did it!” a man shouted. “She burned the Alpha’s house!” More voices echoed the lie. “She was the last one inside!” “I saw her!” “She killed them!” Their words stabbed harder than the rain. “I didn’t!” I screamed, my voice cracking. “Please! You all know me! I didn’t do anything!” But no one came closer. No one even blinked. Their eyes were full of hate. Then he appeared. Alpha Leon—my uncle—walked out of the crowd. Tall. Calm. Too calm. Rain rolled off his dark coat, but he didn’t seem bothered by the storm. His eyes were cold, unreadable. And behind him… Mia. My best friend. My sister in everything except blood. Her face looked pale. Her arms were crossed. “Mia,” I whispered, stepping forward. “Please… you know me. You know I would never hurt my parents. You know that.” She looked at me. Her eyes trembled… then turned hard. “I saw you, Aria,” she said quietly. “You were there before the fire. And… only you survived.” My heart dropped. “No… Mia, that’s not true. I woke up when the smoke filled my room. I tried to save them. I swear I tried!” Why was she lying? Why now? Why in front of everyone? Before I could speak again, Alpha Leon raised his hand. The crowd fell silent at once. “Enough,” he said, his voice deep like thunder. “Aria Moon, daughter of Alpha Kian and Luna Helena, you are accused of destroying the Alpha’s home and killing your parents.” The whole world tilted. “I didn’t!” I cried. “Please, Uncle—don’t you know me? Why would I ever hurt the two people I loved most in this world?” But his eyes were empty. “I told your father a child born under a red moon would bring ruin,” he said slowly. “Tonight, you proved it.” A gasp moved through the crowd. My head spun. Red moon? I was born under a normal moon. At least… that’s what my parents always told me. Why was he saying that now? “Please,” I whispered, “don’t do this. Something is wrong. Somebody else—” “You are no longer part of the Silver Claw Pack,” he cut in sharply. “From this moment, you are banished. If you return… you die.” A cold wind blew through me. My knees gave out, and I fell into the mud. “No… Uncle, please. I have no one. I have nowhere to go.” “Then the forest will take you,” he said. “As it should have years ago.” A stone hit my shoulder. Another hit my arm. Pain spread through me, but the pain inside my chest was much worse. “Monster!” “Murderer!” “Get out!” I covered my head, shaking uncontrollably. “Mia!” I cried out. “Please! Please don’t leave me alone! Please, Mia!” She turned her face away. “You were my friend,” she whispered. “But not anymore.” Something inside me cracked. It felt final. It felt like falling into darkness. Slowly, I pushed myself up, mud dripping from my hands. “Fine,” I whispered. “If none of you will believe me… I’ll go.” I looked one last time at the burning home—my memories turning to smoke—then I turned and ran into the forest. The forest swallowed me. Branches scratched my skin. Stones cut my feet. My dress tore more with every step. But I kept running. The sound of the rain beat against my ears, mixing with my heartbeat. After a long time, I collapsed beside a large oak tree. My breathing was rough. My body hurt everywhere. “Why?” I whispered. “Who hates me this much? Why would someone do this?” No answer. Only the wind. My wolf had not awakened yet. I was still seventeen. Weak. Alone. I thought of my mother’s warm smile. My father’s voice calling me “little wolf.” Gone. All gone. A small sound came from behind me. A twig snapping. I froze. Someone was in the woods. Someone watching me. But before I could move, darkness pulled me down. My body gave up. My eyes closed. The world disappeared. That was the night my life ended. That was the night someone framed me. That was the night I became the banished one. And I didn’t know it then… but the truth was already following me in the shadows.We hadn’t even caught our breath from the first time. Jason was still inside me—deep, thick, softening only slightly—his hips pressed tight against mine, both of us leaning against the rough pine trunk. My back was scratched from bark, breasts tingling from the friction, thighs slick and trembling around his waist. My arms were looped around his neck, fingers buried in his hair, holding on like he might vanish again if I let go. His forehead rested against mine. Our breaths mingled—hot, ragged, tasting of salt and each other. I could feel his heartbeat slamming against my chest, matching the frantic pulse between my legs. He was still hard enough that every tiny shift of his hips sent fresh sparks through me. He lifted his head just enough to look at me. Eyes molten gold. Jaw clenched. Sweat dripping from his temple down the side of his face. “You’re shaking,” he said—voice low, wrecked, almost reverent. “I know.” My own voice cracked—hoarse from screaming his name into the ni
The night was thick around us — black trees pressing in close, leaves rustling like whispers, the air heavy with damp earth and pine. We had run for hours — feet pounding dirt paths, hearts slamming against ribs — until the castle lights were gone and the only sound left was our breathing and the distant howl of wind through the branches. We had escaped my father’s guards, escaped the chains he tried to put on me again, escaped the Blood Prophet’s shadow that seemed to follow every step. For now, we were alone. Safe. Hidden. Finally. Jason stopped first — chest heaving, hand still gripping mine so tight it almost hurt. We stood in a small clearing — moonlight cutting through the canopy in thin silver blades, lighting his face in sharp angles. Sweat glistened on his brow. His shirt was torn at the shoulder from where a branch had caught him. His eyes — gold and wild — locked on mine. He didn’t speak. Neither did I. The space between us disappeared in one step. His hands came u
The first thing I felt was warmth. Soft. Gentle. Not the cold stone of the arena. Not the hard ground of the forest. Warm. My eyes slowly fluttered open. For a moment, everything was blurry. My head felt heavy, like I had been sleeping for days. The air smelled different too—fresh leaves, wood smoke, and something rich and savory. Food. My stomach twisted immediately. Only then did my memory come rushing back. The arena. Dragon. Jason. My breath caught as I pushed myself up slightly. I was lying on a bed made of thick furs inside a small wooden shelter. Light from a low fire flickered across the walls, making soft shadows dance. Where…? Then I saw him. Jason sat near the fire, his broad back facing me. His dark hair was slightly messy, and his shoulders moved slowly as he worked over the flames. He was roasting meat. Relief hit me so suddenly my chest hurt. He’s okay… I must have made a sound because his head turned quickly. His sharp eyes met mine. For one se
For a moment… I thought I was dreaming. Because the scent that filled my nose— Warm. Wild. Familiar— It was Jason. Strong arms suddenly wrapped around me before my weak body could hit the ground again. I gasped softly as I was pulled against a hard chest. Safe. So painfully safe. My head fell against him without my permission. My body had no strength left to pretend. No strength left to fight. “…Jason…” I breathed weakly. His grip on me tightened immediately. “I’ve got you,” he murmured low, close to my ear. My heart twisted. Even through the pain… Even through the noise of the crowd… Just hearing his voice made something inside me calm down. But only for a second. Because then— Jason’s body went rigid. The air around us turned cold. Dangerous. Slowly, he lifted his head. And when he spoke— His voice was sharp with anger. “She’s too weak to fight!” The arena went quieter. Not silent… But tense. Heavy. I forced my blurry eyes open. My father still sa
The world tilted slowly. Not because the ground moved… But because I could barely hold myself up anymore. Every breath I took burned in my chest. Every small movement sent sharp pain through my body. Across from me, Dragon stood tall and steady, like the fight had only just begun for him. For me… It already felt like the end. The crowd’s voices rolled over the arena like thunder. “DRAGON!” “FINISH IT!” “END HER!” Their voices pressed against my ears, loud and wild. I forced my shaking hands into the dirt and pushed myself up. Slowly. Painfully. My knees wobbled the moment I stood. Dragon watched me carefully. Not mocking. Not angry. Just… waiting. Like he knew exactly what would happen next. I swallowed hard and lifted my chin. “I’m… not done,” I said, though my voice came out weak. Dragon’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You should be,” he replied calmly. Then he moved. Not fast. Not rushed. Just one smooth step forward— But the air shifted. My wolf stirred
The moment the man called Dragon stepped fully into the arena… Everything changed. The air felt heavier. Thicker. Like the whole world had suddenly decided to press down on my shoulders. I swallowed slowly. The cheers of the crowd faded into a dull roar in my ears. He walked forward with slow, steady steps. Not rushed. Not tense. Just… calm. Too calm. My fingers curled slightly. Something about him made the small hairs on my arms rise. Danger. Pure danger. He stopped a few steps away from me. His sharp eyes scanned me from head to toe, like he was measuring something only he could see. Then he tilted his head slightly. “You’re the princess?” he asked, voice deep and even. I lifted my chin. “Yes.” He hummed softly. Not impressed. Not surprised. Just… observing. Behind me, the crowd was already screaming for blood. “DRAGON!” “END IT!” “FINISH HER!” My heart pounded hard in my chest, but I forced my feet to stay planted. I had come too far to freeze now.
Jason walked away until he disappeared between the trees.The night wind touched my skin, but it felt nothing like his touch.My heart ached in a slow, painful way. I hated myself for missing him so fast.I hated that a simple necklace could make my chest warm.I tried to swallow the feeling, but i
(Aria’s POV) Leon didn’t give Jason a chance. One second, Jason was running toward me. The next, Leon moved like a shadow. He grabbed Jason’s shoulder and yanked him backward. Jason growled—low and deep—his claws flashing out as he fought to break free. Leon slammed him against the wall. Jas
Cold.That was the first thing I felt.Cold stone under my back, cold air on my skin, and a cold fear slowly crawling up my throat.My eyes opened little by little.The ceiling above me was dark, covered in strange red marks that glowed like dying embers. Candles burned at the corners of the cave,
"Go away, Jason," I said softly. "You’re the last person I want to see right now." "That’s rude," Jason said, smiling faintly. "You didn’t invite me to your birthday, Aria." "Well, it’s a good thing I remember the day I was cursed—which, by the way, is the day you were born. And you should be mor







