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Elise Thorn hated school.
Not because of the reasons normal people would: the crazy deadlines, the overbearing teachers, or the enormous workload. It was because school reminded her of the one thing she had always tried to forget. Archview High was a high school situated in the town of Archview, a small town located at the seaside. At first glance, one would expect the small town to be like any other, but it held supernatural secrets: humans who shared genetic codes with wolves. They roamed everywhere, hiding in plain sight to the otherwise normal people of Archview. They were on the streets, in the supermarkets, even in churches They were called werewolves. And Elise was one of them. Except, she was different. The wolves had a hierarchy of power. The strongest remained at the top, acquiring the best social status and political power within Archview, while the bottom feeders were the laughing stock. There were three clans in total, the Silverdrew clan, the Nightbloom clan, and the Everglade clan. The three clans were all headed by the wolf with the highest social status and purest wolf blood among them all: the Lycan Alpha. But unlike the Alpha, there were werewolves that hadn’t quite unlocked their full wolf at all. It was like they didn’t even have one. They were called Omegas, and that was exactly what Elise was. Elise didn’t belong to pack as far as she knew. She was an orphan, not having any memory of her parents apart from the crescent necklace her mother had left to her, which she fiddled with whenever she was anxious. She had wanted to have a taste of normalcy by enrolling at Archview high under the guardianship of her aunt, but just like anywhere else in the small town, Archview was crawling with werewolves. Even as she walked down the hallway and saw Becky and her squad approaching, she knew this day would be like any other. “If it isn’t the worthless underling.” Becky said with a flick of her blonde hair. She undoubtedly had a pretty face, but the heavy make-up she put on made her look more like an evil witch. Elise already turned to leave, her books still cradled in her arm, but she quickly found herself surrounded by the gang. Becky Everglade, as her surname would suggest, was the daughter of Roland and Tasha Everglade and the heiress to the Everglade pack. She was the prize, carrying a social status that most werewolves could only dream of. Rumours had it that even the Alpha had eyes for her. Of course she’d be a stuck up bully. “Hey, I’m talking to you.” Becky snapped her fingers in Elise’s face. “I still wonder why an underling such as yourself won’t just go join your kind in the pack house. My packhouse personally needs a maid. Why don’t you make yourself useful?” Elise was much too used to this routine, she turned away and tried to wriggle her way out of the situation, but the girls huddled closer, blocking her path. “Principal Birne went for a staff meeting outside school. No one is coming to your rescue today.” Becky and her girls came closer. Elise suddenly found herself in a tight squeeze. Students passed by like nothing was happening. Of course, no one would dare double cross Becky. Not humans, not even werewolves. Before Elise knew what was happening, she was shoved to the ground. Her books and papers spilled to the floor, and Becky’s squad kicked and stomped at them till they were nothing but scrap. “You really think you deserve to breathe the same air I do, Omega girl?” Becky kicked her in the chest, and Elise found herself flying to the far end of the hallway. Werewolves like Becky had unnatural strength, and a wolfless Omega like Elise was certainly no match for her. All she could do was shuffle backwards while the gang walked slowly towards her, their irises flashing a dangerous yellow. “When you heard I was enrolled in this school, you should have ran away with your tail between your legs. But you stayed, and I have tolerated your obnoxious presence for long enough.” Becky came within talking distance of Elise and spread her palms, her werewolf claws sprouting from the tip of her fingers. Her fangs grew out as she flashed Elise a devilish smile. Elise’s heart skipped a beat. She never knew Becky could take it this far. With lightning speed, her claws came at Elise’s throat, slicing towards her exposed neck in a dangerous arc. Elise braced herself for impact, her eyes shut in anticipation of what seemed to be her demise. She expected enormous pangs of pain and the gush of blood, but it never came. Elise opened her eyes to see a hand latched around Becky’s wrist, restraining her claws which were already fatally close to her neck. She looked up to see Luka. “How dare you?” Becky said as Luka shoved her arm away. She had been momentarily shocked but quickly regained herself at the sight of her brother. “Do you realise what I just stopped you from doing?” Luka responded. “Why didn’t you just let me teach her a lesson?” “You would’ve killed her, Becky.” Becky’s eyes widened in a bit of shock, but the look of malice quickly took over. “And so what? She doesn’t deserve to be here in a school with us. She needs to know her place. I don’t know why you always have to get in my way!” Becky yelled as she shoved past Luka and stomped down the hallway, her girls following her closely behind. Luka sighed in exasperation, as he looked in the direction of his departing sister. Luka Everglade, unlike his older sister, was responsible and less reckless. When he saw his sister about to make what seemed to be the biggest mistake of her life out of pride and ego, he knew he had to stop her. An unwritten rule of the pack was to never kill another werewolf as a werewolf yourself. Even though Omegas weren’t fully werewolves, they were still among the pack. Luka knew his sister didn’t exactly mean to kill Elise. Normally, a slice to the throat wouldn’t have been enough to kill a werewolf, only scare them or cause a bit of pain, but his sister had been too foolish to realise that Elise was a lowly omega with no wolf. She would’ve most likely died from that attack, just like a human would’ve. “Are you okay?” Elise was drawn out of her thoughts to see Luka’s outstretched palm. She took it and he hoisted her up. “Thank—“ “Don’t”. Luka interrupted her before she could express her gratitude. Just like his sister, Luka sported blonde hair and blue eyes with a pretty face that had most human and werewolf girls swooning. He was fairly tall, and seemed like a good person compared to his sister. But Elise knew he didn’t like her. He only helped her to keep his reputation intact. “Maybe you should consider leaving this school for good. Before Becky finally rips your throat out.” Luka said as he walked in the opposite direction. “What a jerk!” Elise thought to herself as she tried to salvage what was left of her books. People still passed by, werewolves shooting her glances of disgust and disdain, and humans rushing past like they were scared of associating with someone like her. Elise was already used to being an outcast, but she suddenly felt more emotional today. She had no real friends or family. As an orphan, she never even knew her parents, and her aunt, Thea, was arrogant and selfish just like every other person she knew. She had only even agreed to take care of Elise because she had no children of her own, and for someone who was barren, she had no love within her to give, so she poured her bitterness on poor Elise. The thought of going back home drained Elise. But sadly, she had to. One depressing environment to another. She thought.The palace hadn’t seen this much decoration since the coronation of Kion’s eldest son decades ago. Servants worked from dawn until late afternoon, polishing golden lanterns, laying down new crimson carpets, and arranging thousands of white lilies along the long marble hall. By evening, the great feasting chamber shone like a treasury—bright, polished, extravagant, and heavy with the scent of expensive incense.Tonight was meant to be a celebration.A celebration Kion wanted the entire kingdom to witness.A celebration to solidify Becky Everglade’s position as “Ambassador of Unity,” a carefully crafted title that gave her political leverage disguised as goodwill.But beneath the gold and laughter, the atmosphere carried tension like a wire pulled too tight.Even the servants whispered cautiously.“Did you hear? Those soldiers who still mentioned Lady Elise—”“Gone. All of them.”“No announcement. No explanation.”“No bodies, either.”“Shh. If anyone hears you—”People kept their voices
Elise had grown used to the quiet rhythm of Tidehaven—the steady crash of the waves, the smell of salt on the air, the soft, almost hesitant way the villagers looked at her. She didn’t remember who she was or where she came from, but the people here gave her space, fed her, and let her heal.But every day, something inside her felt… restless.Like a knot tightening around her ribs.Like her mind was trying to claw its way back to something it wasn’t ready to see.That morning, Elise stood at the shoreline with her feet in the water. The sea was calm, gentle. A thin line of foam touched her toes and pulled back again.She whispered, “Why do I feel like you’re watching me?”The water rolled forward again, just a little farther than before, brushing her skin like a hand.Salla, the healer, stood farther back on the rocks. “It listens to you,” she said. “Or maybe you listen to it. I’m still figuring that out.”Elise tried to smile, but her chest was too tight. “I feel… strange today.”“St
The Council Hall was colder than usual that morning. The air felt tight, heavy, like it was waiting for something to break. Lucien stood in the center of the marble floor, shoulders pushed back, jaw set. He rarely looked nervous, but today, tension showed through every line of his body.Kion sat on the raised throne-like seat reserved for the High Council Elder, chin lifted, expression unreadable. Becky stood near him—too close, some would say—her hands folded neatly in front of her, a faint, smug smile resting on her lips.Kai was farther back, half in shadow, arms crossed tightly. He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He just watched.“Speak,” Kion said, voice echoing through the hall.Lucien inhaled deeply. “Your leadership is failing, Elder.”The room froze.Becky’s smile widened a fraction.Kion did not react. “Be very careful with your next words, boy.”“I am being careful,” Lucien replied. “Careful enough to say them where everyone can hear them.”Murmurs rippled through the gathere
The morning fog clung to the cliffs like a living thing, shifting with the breeze as Lys walked along the edge. She had been doing this every day now—wandering the rocky path, pausing to stare at the restless waves below as if the ocean were calling her name in a language she once knew.The villagers worried, of course. They always did.“Don’t go too close to the drop, Lys,” old Marek had shouted once from his fishing boat. “Those cliffs crumble faster than pride.”She had smiled and waved back. “I’ll be careful!”But she still came. Something pulled her here. Something gentle, something patient, something ancient.Today, the wind was stronger. It tugged on her clothes, pushed her hair across her face in wild strands, and whistled through the cracks in the rocks.And then—she heard it again.A whisper.Soft. Almost not a sound at all.She froze.At first it seemed like wind, nothing more. The kind of breeze that slips through the ear and tricks the mind. But then it shifted—shaped its
The western border smelled like smoke, iron, and exhaustion—three things Kai no longer noticed unless someone pointed them out. He stood at the edge of a ruined outpost, staring at the shattered wall where flames still burned in the cracks. Bodies were being dragged into a pile behind him, soldiers moving silently, too tired to speak.Lucien approached with his armor half open and dust covering his face.“It’s done,” Lucien said quietly. “The rebels surrendered. What’s left of them.”Kai didn’t answer. He wasn’t looking at the ruins—he was looking at the river that ran behind them. The water was fast, cold, unforgiving. Every time he saw water now, the same image flashed behind his eyes: Elise slipping beneath a storm wave, her hand reaching for him, her eyes terrified.“Kai,” Lucien said again. “We need to move. The scouts say another camp is hiding two valleys down.”“Then we go,” Kai said flatly.Lucien frowned. “We’ve been fighting for three days without stopping. The men—”“They
Elise (Lys) woke before the sun, long before the rest of Tidehaven even began to stir. The village was quiet at this hour—just the creak of wooden roofs, the soft rumble of waves, and the distant cry of gulls waking up.She sat up slowly, rubbing her forehead. Another night of strange dreams. Another night hearing that same name echo over and over.Kai.She didn’t know why it clung to her. She didn’t know why it made her chest tighten. But every morning she woke with the same feeling—like she was forgetting something important… someone important.Salla pushed open the door a few minutes later, carrying a tiny pot of warm tea.“You’re awake again before me,” she said, sounding amused. “At this point, we should switch beds. You can take mine since you never use yours properly.”Lys managed a small smile. “I just… can’t sleep long.”“Any new memories?” Salla asked gently.“No.” Lys looked down at her hands. “Just the ocean again. Calling.”Salla raised a brow. “Calling, hmm? Well, that p







