Elara woke up with the morning sun on her face. Her head still heavy from the dream. Her body felt weak but her heart was worse. She sat up slow, looking around the small room. Everything looked the same, but she was not the same. The words of the Moon Goddess still burned in her chest. Damien’s father killed her parents. Her wolf was sealed. She was the key. It was too much. She pressed her hands to her face, trying to stop the tears, but they kept falling. The door opened. Kael came in with food. He stopped when he saw her face. “Elara…” his voice was soft. She shook her head quick. “I’m fine. Just leave it there.” He put the tray down but didn’t move. “You’re not fine. I can see it.” Elara turned away. “Please, Kael. Not now.” He stepped closer but she didn’t look at him. Her chest rose and fell fast. She wanted to tell him everything but the goddess’s warning echoed. Not yet. If you speak too soon, death will come. So she stayed quiet. Kael sighed. “I don’
Elara walked back to her room slowly that night. The cold air pressed against her skin, but it was not the cold that made her shiver. It was Kael’s words. His eyes when he said it, his voice when he warned her, they refused to leave her mind. “Elara, what you carry is dangerous. Even your bond with him is dangerous.” She kept hearing it again and again. Inside the room, she sat on her bed, holding her knees close to her chest. The small lamp burned dimly. She wanted to sleep but her thoughts were louder than the night crickets. Why did Kael look at her that way? Why did his eyes hold fear when he spoke? Her chest tightened. She wanted answers, but every time she came close to one, it slipped away like smoke. She lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. What if he is right? What if I am dangerous? A sudden pain struck her head. She pressed her palms against her temples. It felt like fire rushing inside her. She gasped and curled up, trying to fight it, but the p
The night after the meeting with the Elders, the pack house was silent. But silence did not mean peace. Whispers still carried from room to room, soft voices asking the same question. “Why is she glowing?” “Why are rogues calling her name?” “Is she really safe for us?” Elara sat alone by the window in her small room, hugging her knees. Her eyes were swollen from crying. Every word spoken against her replayed in her head. Every doubt pressed on her heart like a stone. She wanted to believe Damien’s words when he said she was his. But the way he looked at her, the way his voice carried anger whenever he spoke to her, told her otherwise. The bond burned inside her chest. But it was not warmth. It was pain. She pressed her forehead against the glass and whispered, “Moon Goddess… why me? Why choose me? I am not strong. I am not a wolf. I am nothing.” The moon outside shone, quiet, watching, but gave no answer. ---Down the hallway, Damien stood in his office. His
The battle ended with dead rogues lying on the ground. Blood soaked the grass. The pack dragged the bodies away, but their words still echoed in Elara’s head. The human Luna is the key. Elara sat on the cold earth, her body still weak from the strange light. Her hands shook. She wanted to believe it was a dream, but Damien’s stare told her it was real. He stood near her, shirt torn, golden eyes burning. “Get her inside,” he ordered Kael. His voice was sharp, but his hand touched her shoulder softer than before. “She doesn’t stay out here.” Kael nodded, helping her up. His arm held her steady, and for a moment she leaned on him, her legs weak. Damien’s jaw tightened when he saw that. They carried her back to the main hall. The pack followed, whispering. “Did you see her glow?” “She’s not normal.” “She’s dangerous.” “She’s a human. How can a human do that?” The voices stabbed Elara’s heart. She bowed her head, wishing she could hide. Inside the hall, the Elde
The night sky was red with fire. Wolves howled, claws hitting the ground as the pack ran toward the border. Elara’s heart beat so loud she thought it would burst. She stood near the gates, frozen, but the sound of fighting pulled her forward. “Stay back!” one warrior shouted, but her feet moved on their own. She reached the edge of the field. Blood covered the ground, the smell of iron thick in the air. Rogues poured from the forest, their eyes wild, teeth snapping. Damien was already there, his wolf huge, golden eyes glowing, tearing through rogues like fire. His growl shook the ground. Warriors fought beside him, but the rogues were many, too many. Elara gasped when one rogue broke free, running straight toward her. She stumbled back, her legs weak. “Elara!” Kael’s voice cut through the noise. He leaped forward, tackling the rogue before it could reach her. Blood splashed, his claws sinking deep. He turned to her, panting. “Stay close to me!” But Elara couldn’t mov
The forest was quiet, only the sound of wind moving through the tall trees. The moonlight fell on the leaves, making the shadows long and sharp. Elara walked deeper, her chest heavy. Every step felt like stone pressing her down. She wanted to scream, to cry, but the forest was the only place she could breathe without everyone’s eyes on her. She leaned against a tree and closed her eyes. Tears slid down her cheeks. She had been holding it in since the trial, since the poison, since the whispers. But tonight, her heart was breaking for real. “Why me?” she whispered to the sky. “Why did the moon choose me? I didn’t ask for this. I don’t want this bond.” She pressed her face to her hands, shaking with silent sobs. Suddenly, the leaves moved behind her. Heavy steps. She turned fast, her eyes wide. Damien stepped out of the shadows, his golden eyes glowing faint in the night. Her breath caught. She quickly wiped her tears, not wanting him to see. “What are you doing here