ログインLUCIEN'S POVDan's snarl is so sharp it slices through the corridor, echoing off the stone walls like claws.Aurora rolls her eyes, because of course she does, arms folded, chin tilted in that "I'm allergic to accountability" angle she's perfected since we were kids.And me?I'm standing right between them, pulse thundering, chest tight– still stinging from her words."You're lecturing me about happiness? Tell me, how's the search for your mate going?" Her mocking pout. "Still no trace? Poor you."She said it like she was flicking lint off her sleeve. Like it meant nothing. Like she didn't just cut me with the one insecurity I never admit out loud.I swallow hard.Not because she's right– the moon goddess and I are on okay terms after all– but because it's Aurora. My twin. My own blood. And somehow she always knows exactly where to strike.But right now?Dan looks one second away from dropping professionalism and ripping her throat out, consequences be damned.And honestly...a tiny pa
AURORA'S POVI've always been too little.Too much.And somehow, never enough.Too loud for my mother.Too sharp for my father.Too ambitious for my pack.Too calculating for my brother.Funny how that works.Even as a child, I could feel it– this edge inside me. Like a blade humming under my skin. They tried to dull it, polish it, hide it. "A lady doesn't speak like that, Aurora." "A future Luna needs grace, Aurora." "Lucien sets a good example, Aurora."Lucien. Lucien. Lucien.My twin brother.Born minutes after me, but somehow always ahead.The golden child. The favored heir. The "balanced" one.I remember my father's words the night he announced Lucien as next Alpha:"Your brother is steady. You are...spirited."Spirited.The nice way of saying unstable.Unpredictable. Dangerous.As if those weren't the exact qualities that made an Alpha great.When our parents died, I thought– finally. my chance. My birthright.But no.The pack elders bowed their heads to Lucien within hours.Mi
DAN'S POVThe forest is too damn quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet– no. This is the kind that presses against your ears, squeezes your lungs, and makes your instincts scream something is wrong.Very wrong.I tighten my grip on the flashlight as it cuts a narrow line through the darkness. Warriors move ahead and behind me, their forms shifting between shadows."Commander Dan." Kade calls from somewhere near the left side of the patrol line."Tracks lead further north, she must've gone through the ridge."I nod, my throat burns just hearing the words. ' She must've gone.' She shouldn't have gone anywhere. Not alone. Not in this state.Not when the world is ready to tear her apart for being human.My jaw clenches.I don't give a damn if she's human.Never have.Never will.Lyra has more spirit, more courage, more fight in her little finger than half the wolves in Silverkeep combined. Anyone who says otherwise, deserves their jaw realigned.Still...I wish she hadn't run. I wish she'd
ETHAN'S POVI wake up to silence.Usually Lyra's scent is the first thing that hits me, the faint warmth I've gotten used to– her warmth, soft, grounding– is gone. My hand reaches out instinctively, finding only the cold indentation on the sheets... nothing.I sit up so fast the room spins. "Lyra?"No answer.My heart shutters. A sick, sharp panic slices through my chest as I throw the blankets off and stand.I scan the room sharply, my chest tight. The cloak she wore last night– gone.Her boots– gone.Her small traveling bag– gone.My pulse spikes, pounding through my skull. "No. No, no, no–"I'm throwing on my shirt and boots in seconds, as I tear through the room.Bathroom? Empty.Balcony? Empty.The wardrobe? Her scent lingers but faint. Too faint.My wolf is pacing beneath my skin, restless, snarling, panicking.She didn't just step out– she's gone... she's left.And she left without me.A tremor runs through my hands. My wolf digs it's claws into my skull, howling, snarling, des
LYRA'S POVThe moment we cross into Silverkeep, the air grows heavy. The scent of authority, of judgement, hangs thick in the wind. Wolves in dark robes line the entrance to the council hall, their gazes sharp and assessing as they watch us arrive.No warmth. No welcome. Just scrutiny.Aurora walks a few steps ahead, flanked by two guards. Her wrists are bound with silver cuffs that shimmer in the light, but even then, she moves with her head held high, her eyes burning with that smug, poisonous confidence. It's like she believed this is her grand stage.I'd thought I'd gotten used to hate– glares, whispers, judgement– but this is different. This is the kind of silence that strips you bare.Ethan's hand brushes against mine as we enter the massive chamber. "Stay close." He murmurs. His tone is calm, but his eyes? Storming.The council chamber is enormous– walls carved with old runes, the crest of every major pack embedded in the marble floor. At the far end sat the council of elders:
ETHAN'S POVMy stomach sinks as I take the envelope, and break the wax, scanning the contents quickly after sending the guard away.'To Alpha Ethan Blackwood of the Ravenwood pack.Reports have reached the head council concerning the legitimacy of your Luna's nature and position. You and your Luna are hereby summoned to appear before the council of elders within 3 days to provide clarity and evidence regarding these claims. Failure to comply will result in an inquiry by force.–By order of the high council of Alphas.'The parchment crumbles slightly in my hand.Lucien's voice is quiet. "They're calling you in."I nod, my chest tightening. "They want proof. They want answers."He studies me carefully. "What are you going to do?"I look toward the empty space around us...the one which held the pack few minutes ago."What I should've done from the start." I say softly, but my voice hardens. "Protect her. No matter what it costs."Because one thing is certain– Aurora had gone too far.And







