MasukDamon’s POVThe ruins smelled like smoke and dust, like the world had been burned and forgotten. My boots crunched over the broken stones, each step feeling heavier than the last.My hands were scratched, my sleeves torn, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except finding her. Aria. My Luna. My omega.The one who made my world make sense again when I thought I’d lost all of it.“Mara…” I muttered, more to myself than her, but she was close, short and wiry, curls plastered to her sweat-streaked forehead. “Keep your eyes open.”She wiped her face with the back of her hand and hissed, “Damon, are you sure there’s even more to search? Look around. Most of this place is...”“Don’t finish that thought,” I snapped, the edge in my voice sharper than I intended. My wolf stirred inside me, tense, hungry, screaming at me to move faster. “I know she’s here. Every stone we turn, every shadow we pass...if she’s anywhere, we’ll find her. I won’t leave a single stone standing if I have to.”Elric, ta
Aria’s POV“Aria,” Mara whispered when she found me trying to stand. She looked so small beside me, but her eyes were sharp with worry. “You should rest. You did too much last night.”“Rest?” My voice cracked. My throat felt like sand. “Hope is missing, Mara. Missing. I can feel it...right here. I can see the path they took. I can’t just sit here.”Mara’s lips trembled. She pressed her hand to her mouth. “Aria… the council will decide...”“Decide?” I cut her off, heat rising in my chest. “Decide what? How long we should wait? How many hours we should lose before someone finally moves? Damon already left. I’m not staying behind.”She stared at me, breathing hard, and I saw something in her eyes...fear, and something fiercer. “Then I’m going with you,” she said firmly. “We’re all going with you.”“Thank you,” I whispered, because my voice had nothing stronger left.We didn’t waste time packing. I grabbed a water skin and pulled on my cloak, fingers shaking. The bond tugged inside me, st
Damon’s POVI couldn’t breathe.Not because I was hurt.Not because I was tired.Not because the entire pack house felt like it was collapsing around me.I couldn’t breathe because Hope was gone.My daughter.My light.My innocent girl who always held my finger with her whole hand as if she feared I’d vanish.Gone.The moment the warriors told me she wasn’t in the nursery, something in me snapped. Not cracked. Not bent. Snapped. Like a bone breaking in the wrong direction.I didn’t think...not for a second.I didn’t speak.I didn’t wait for council members or warriors or scouts.I just moved.I stormed out of the pack house, my feet hitting the ground so hard the earth felt it. “Damon,” someone called behind me...I think it was Ronan, the guard with the deep scar across his brow and a calmness that usually balanced my storms. But right now? Nothing could balance me.“Don’t follow me,” I growled, my voice low and shaking. “I’ll find her.”Ronan stepped forward anyway, his eyes full of
Aria’s POVDamon always walked as if he owned the ground under his feet...shoulders broad, back straight, eyes sharp and unreadable.Even after all this time, the strength in his presence pulled at me in a way I was still learning to accept. As we traveled from one pack territory to another, his hand would occasionally brush against mine, a small touch that steadied me even when I pretended it didn’t.“Are you ready?” he asked as we reached the large border gate of the Crescent Hill Pack.His voice was deep and smooth, yet somehow gentle when it was directed at me.“I think so,” I said, though inside my stomach was twisting. “These Alphas don’t exactly want me here.”Damon glanced down at me, his dark eyes softening the way they always did. “Then they’ll have to deal with me.”That was Damon...cold to the world, but warm where it mattered. To me.The guards opened the gate, bowing stiffly. I caught the way their eyes moved over me, judging, calculating. I wasn’t surprised.Damon plac
Damon’s POVThe first thing I heard was silence.Not the kind that follows death, but the kind that hums right before life breathes again.I opened my eyes to the dim light of the sacred chamber. The air smelled faintly of smoke and moonlight...if such a thing had a scent.My heart pounded hard against my ribs as I turned toward the center of the room.She was there.Aria.Her body lay still on the cold stone floor, her hair spread like dark silk around her face, her lips pale but parted slightly as though she were whispering to the Moon herself.For one terrible second, I thought she was gone. My chest tightened. My knees nearly buckled.Then her fingers twitched.“Aria…” I breathed, rushing to her side.Her eyelids fluttered open, and the moment her gaze met mine, the world shifted. Her eyes weren’t the same...they glowed a faint silver, soft but fierce, like moonlight reflecting on still water. The sight rooted me to the ground.“Damon,” she whispered, her voice weak but steady.I
Aria’s POVThe world around me was quiet...too quiet. The silence felt like a heavy fog pressing against my skin, smothering me until I could barely breathe. My body was weightless, floating somewhere between life and death, light and shadow.Then I heard it...a whisper. Low, cruel, and too familiar.“Still trying to fight me, Aria?”My heart clenched. That voice… it wasn’t Damon’s. It was his. Zac.I opened my eyes, and the world burst into flames. I wasn’t in the sacred chamber anymore. I was standing in the middle of a vast, burning forest, the trees twisting and cracking under the weight of fire. The sky above was blood-red, the moon veiled by smoke. The air smelled like ash and betrayal.My legs trembled as I looked around. “Where… where am I?”“You’re in your own mind,” the voice said again, closer now...mocking, smooth, poisonous. “And it’s beautiful, isn’t it? All this ruin, all this pain… It’s what you’ve always been made of.”I turned and saw him. Zac RedMoon. His dark hair,







