“Wake up, girl.” The voice cuts through the fog of sleep, firm but gentle. “Come on now, wake up.”
I jolt upright in the trunk, gasping and immediately doubling over with violent coughing. My lungs burn as I struggle to catch my breath, each cough tearing through my chest like fire.
“Easy there, breathe slowly,” the voice continues, clearer now. “Focus on my voice, Aurora. In and out, nice and steady.”
The shock of hearing someone speak directly into my mind triggers another wave of coughing, but gradually I manage to slow my breathing. Small, desperate gulps of air that slowly become more controlled.
“That’s better. You’re doing fine, sweet girl. No need to be frightened.”
My body relaxes back into the makeshift bed, confusion washing over me. I’m still exhausted, but there’s a strange calm settling in my chest that wasn’t there before.
“Who are you?” I whisper aloud, even though every word she’s spoken has been inside my head.
“You already know the answer to that, Aurora. I’ve been here with you all along, just couldn’t speak until now. Happy eighteenth birthday, by the way.”
Birthday. The word hits me like a physical blow. That would mean… my heart starts racing again.
“You’re my wolf!” I practically scream in my mind, suddenly aware I don’t want anyone else to hear this conversation.
“Finally caught on, did you? Name’s Eos, and I’m sorry it took so long for us to meet properly. You’ve been incredibly brave handling everything alone.”
The reality slowly sinks In. All those years of being told I was defective, that I’d never have a wolf because I wasn’t worth one. All the beatings, the constant reminders that I was less than nothing.
“Wait,” I sit up straighter, heart pounding. “Are you the blonde wolf from my dream? The one at the lake?”
“That’s right. Took you long enough to put it together.”
A awkward laugh escapes me. “Hello, then. I guess.”
Her laughter echoes in my mind, warm and comforting. “Hello, Aurora. I can’t tell you how good it feels to finally talk with you.”
Despite everything, I find myself smiling. “You’re beautiful, Eos. I can’t believe you’re really mine.”
Questions flood my mind in a chaotic rush. Will I randomly shift into wolf form? How do I control when you come out? What happens if you take over? Can other people sense you now? Will I be stronger? The thoughts tumble over each other, desperate and overwhelming.
“Slow down there,” Eos chuckles. “We have time to figure all that out together. Though I should mention, your hair isn’t going to turn blonde just because I am.”
Heat floods my cheeks. That was a ridiculous thought.
“Right now, you just need to know that everything happening is exactly as it should be. Things are going to change for you, Aurora. Better things are coming.”
“Don’t.” The word comes out sharper than I intended. “Don’t give me false hope, Eos. I’ve heard promises before.”
“This isn’t a promise, it’s certainty. The Moon Goddess has shown me glimpses of what’s ahead. There’s a reason for all the pain you’ve endured, a purpose to it all. You just need to hold on a little longer.”
Against every instinct I’ve developed over the years, something inside me wants to believe her. Maybe it’s having someone, anyone, who cares about what happens to me. Maybe it’s the conviction in her voice. But a tiny seed of hope plants itself in my chest.
“What kind of better things?”
“Your mate is coming, Aurora. Soon.”
The words hit me like lightning. “My mate? Really?”
“Really. I can’t tell you more than that, the Moon Goddess forbids it. You’ll have to discover the rest yourself.”
My mind immediately starts racing with possibilities. Will it be a guy or a girl? I’ve never really thought about it seriously before, always assumed I’d never have a mate anyway. But I’ve definitely noticed both in the past, felt drawn to different people regardless of gender. What will they be like? Kind? Strong? Will they actually want me, or will they reject me like everyone else has?
“I can feel you spiraling,” Eos says gently. “Stop torturing yourself with questions you can’t answer yet. When the time comes, you’ll know.”
“But what if they don’t want me? What if they take one look at me and decide I’m not worth it?”
“Aurora.” Her voice turns firm, almost a growl. “Stop that right now. You are not worthless. You are not less than anyone else. I won’t listen to you tear yourself down.”
The fierce protectiveness in her voice catches me off guard. After years of being told I was nothing, having someone defend me, even if it’s the voice in my own head, feels strange.
“I have my wolf,” I whisper, the reality finally sinking in completely. “I actually have my wolf.”
“Yes, you do. And I’m not going anywhere.”
A giggle escapes me, surprising us both. For the first time in years, I don’t feel completely alone.
“You need to rest now,” Eos continues. “Mrs. Avalon was right about your body needing time to heal. I’m not fully emerged yet either, so we both need sleep. Your wounds will heal faster now, and your strength will grow, but it takes time.”
“Will you stay with me while I sleep?”
“I’ll always be here, Aurora. You’re never going to be alone again.”
I settle back into the trunk, pulling the thin blanket around me. The space feels less cramped somehow, less suffocating. Maybe it’s knowing I have Eos with me, or maybe it’s the possibility that my mate is out there somewhere, but the darkness doesn’t seem as overwhelming as it did before.
“Eos?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you. For being here, for being mine.”
“Thank you for surviving long enough for us to meet. Now sleep, sweet girl. Tomorrow is a new day.”
My hands were raw and bloodied from hitting the metal bars surrounding me. The ache spread up my arms, but even that pain was preferable to the hopelessness and depression I was developing.Food came sporadically. Mostly, I slept. Time stretched endlessly, each moment heavier than the last. I tried to think of escape, but there was nothing—no weaknesses, no cracks in the metal. Only the presence of Alpha Dean and his men.The monotony shattered when Dean's boots clicked against the concrete floor. "Guess what?" he said, leaning against the cage with a predatory smile. "We received a letter from your boyfriend. He seems so... distressed. Isn't that touching?"I felt a flicker of hope despite everything. "He's going to come for me," I said, my voice trembling but certain. "And when he does, you'll be the one in a grave."Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "Really? You believe that fairy tale?" His tone was almost pitying. "I didn't think you'd be the delusional type. But everyone needs th
"Where is Aurora?!!!" I demanded, marching over to where my remaining allies had gathered in the war room. "Her room has a hole in the door, and I cannot find her anywhere."Silence stretched across the room. Lucien exchanged glances with the other pack members before clearing his throat."We haven't seen her, Alpha," one of the younger wolves finally spoke up. "Maybe she was kidnapped during the fighting.""Impossible," I snapped. "She somehow escaped from the, room and your telling me no one saw her, no one noticed anything amiss."But even as I said the words, doubt crept into my mind."Send word to Dean," I commanded, pacing the length of the room. "Tell him that if he dares touch a single hair on Aurora's body, I will hunt him down. When I catch him, he's going to wish he was never born."Our messenger wolf scrambled to draft the communication, his hands trembling slightly as he wrote.This was all my fault. If I had let Aurora stay by my side instead of locking her away like som
Five elders sat around the ancient oak table, their faces grim in the flickering candlelight. Gareth's empty chair beside me served as a constant reminder of what Dean Thomas had cost us."Gentlemen," I began, my voice cutting through the tense silence. "We need to address our current situation and make some changes to our leadership structure."Elder Casimir Volkov, the oldest among them at seventy-three, leaned forward with his weathered hands clasped. His grey beard couldn't hide the nervous twitch in his jaw."Alpha, perhaps we should discuss terms with Dean Thomas," he suggested. "This bloodshed serves no one.""Terms?" I repeated, my voice rising. "He killed my Beta. He's occupying my ancestral home. What terms would you suggest, Casimir?"Elder Dorian Miniod, a man who'd served my father before me, shifted uncomfortably. "Arthur, we must consider the pack's survival above personal vendettas."Personal vendetta. The pack beta was killed, and this men are suggesting that I bury t
After locking Aurora in the room, I headed straight to the armory. The heavy steel door groaned as I pushed it open, revealing racks of weapons that had served my pack for generations. Modern firearms lined one wall—assault rifles, pistols, sniper rifles with silver-tipped ammunition. Explosive devices filled reinforced cabinets: grenades, flashbangs, breaching charges. Ancient swords and axes hung beside tactical gear, bridging centuries of warfare evolution.Gareth was already there, checking ammunition supplies with methodical precision."Status report," I commanded, selecting a modified rifle designed specifically for werewolf combat.Gareth's expression darkened. "We've lost the east wing entirely. Dean's forces control the main hall, the kitchens, and most of the servant quarters. They're using guerrilla tactics, hitting our patrols and disappearing into the tunnels."I loaded silver rounds into the chamber. "Numbers?""We started with two hundred and fifty loyal pack members. W
Honestly, I was getting tired of this. Two kidnappings in the space of one week. I was really tired of feeling weak, of being dragged around like a piece of property that everyone could claim.I was bound to a wooden chair, thick ropes cutting into my wrists and ankles. The room was sparse and cold, lit only by a few flickering candles that cast dancing shadows on the stone walls.A fierce-looking man entered, and I could tell immediately he was partially shifted. His nails were extended into claws, his eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and his aura felt threatening, Whoever this man was, every instinct in me screamed to run as far from him as I could. This had to be the Dean Thomas, who is attacking Arthur.He approached slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. His fingers traced across my face, cold as ice, making me shiver involuntarily."What do you want from me?" I managed to mutter."Everything," he said simply, then pushed my chair backward until it hit the wall with a ja
I heard the crash of battle echoing from somewhere deep in the castle, and I was getting restless. What if Arthur lost? What if Dean Thomas's men came looking for me? What if something terrible happened while I sat here helplessly locked away? I needed to leave this room and take control of my own life for once."Eos," I called, waking my wolf. "I need your help. What do I do?""The door is reinforced oak with iron bands," Eos replied, her voice sharp with focus. "But the hinges... the hinges might be our way out."I examined the door more closely. The hinges were old, probably original to the castle. Iron, but showing signs of age and wear. If I could somehow work them loose...I grabbed the heavy wooden chair from beside the bed and positioned it near the door. Standing on it, I could reach the top hinge. Using a metal hair pin I'd found in the dresser, I began working at the ancient screws holding the hinge pin in place.The first attempt was useless. The pin barely budged, and I n