Zander's POV
The rain’s still clinging to the streets like it’s got unfinished business, but I’m not paying attention to the weather anymore. Not when the storm in my chest is ten times louder than the one outside. I press harder on the gas, my knuckles white on the steering wheel. The rest of the drive after I dropped her off was a blur. Aurora. Of all people. I’ve been on edge ever since I caught her scent today. And now, it’s like it’s burned into my memory—sweet, like vanilla and something floral, like jasmine maybe. It didn’t just catch me off guard. It nearly brought me to my knees. But why? I’m the Alpha of the Eclipse pack. I don’t freeze. I don’t flinch. I don’t stutter. I command. And yet somehow, Aurora Hayes—awkward, quiet, human Aurora—just by sitting next to me in the passenger seat of my car, made me forget how to breathe. “What the hell is happening to me?” The words are out before I realize I’m talking to myself. I should be at the pack house by now, but I detour into the woods instead, needing the quiet. Needing to think. I haven’t told anyone yet. Not even Xavier. He’d pick up on it instantly if I let my guard down for even a second, and once the rest of the guys know.. it’s game over. There’s no hiding something like this from a pack—especially when you’re the Alpha is howling about possibly claiming someone who isn’t even part of the pack. I shift the car into park and stare out at the trees, thick and wet and shadowed. The pack is probably waiting, but they’ll manage. I’ve trained them too. Xavier, my Beta. Calculated, ruthless when he has to be, and always five steps ahead. He’s been my second since we were kids. Ben, my Gamma—steadier than stone, the kind of guy who can throw a punch and quote Shakespeare in the same breath. Derek and Trent—our frontline warriors. Loud, loyal, and lethal. And then there’s me Zander Blake. The bad boy of Ridgewood High. Alpha of the Eclipse pack. The guy with a reputation for breaking noses, rules, and hearts—not for giving rides home to girls he’s spent years terrorizing. There’s a lot more of us in the pack but they are mated wolves and warriors mostly. Then you have your omegas and there’s even a few pups running around. Then I hear my wolf Zee yapping in my head. “ I can’t wait to mark mate, taste mate, and place a pup inside of her.” “Slow your roll Zee we are not even sure if she’s our mate or not and we are not going to scare her for one. For two, if she is our mate we can’t just jump on her. She won’t understand it because she’s human and we are not. Plus she isn’t even sixteen yet. She won’t be till next weekend.” I just hear him grunt in response and I’m thankful for that because I don’t have the energy to argue with him today. But that’s the thing no one knows why I ever started targeting Aurora in the first place. It wasn’t because she was weak. It wasn’t because she was annoying or pathetic or anything like that. It was because the moment I noticed her, my wolf stirred. Even back in middle school, when my shift was still years away, I could feel it. That pull. That flicker in my chest when she walked by. And it terrified me. Because Aurora wasn’t a shifter. She wasn’t part of the pack. She wasn’t even supposed to matter. So I did what every scared, angry, half-grown Alpha-in-training does when the world throws him a curveball: I lashed out. I shoved. I mocked. I turned her into a target before she could ever get close enough to figure out what I was hiding. And it worked—at least for a while. Until today. Today, when I saw her alone in the rain. Today, when I caught her scent and my wolf nearly broke through the surface to reach her it startled me when he said Mate. That word. That damn word. My wolf has been chanting it in my head since I walked her to my car. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until she was in the passenger seat, looking at me with those wide, confused eyes. And when she asked me if it was a prank? Something in me cracked. “No,” I’d said. “Just… I don't want you getting hurt.” Which is the truth. Maybe the first real thing I’ve ever said to her. Because if she is what I think she is, if the Moon Goddess really did bind me to a human girl who barely knows what I am then everything changes. The pack. The Shadow Fangs. Me. “Zander.” I jerk at the voice behind me and turn. Xavier’s standing a few yards back, arms crossed, rain still dripping from his jacket. “You weren’t answering your phone,” he says simply. “The others are at the pack house.” I nod but say nothing. Xavier, being Xavier, takes two steps closer and squints at me. “You okay?” “Peachy.” “Don’t lie. Your scent’s all over the place.” I exhale, irritated. Of course he noticed. “What’s going on?” he asks, tone quiet but firm. “Is this about Aurora?” I whip around to face him. “Why would it be about her?” Xavier lifts a brow. “You’ve been acting weird all day. The second you caught her in your eyesight, you were different, not as mean as you usually are to her.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. The kind that leaves no room for bullshit. But I’m not 100% sure if it’s even right so I keep it to myself. I sigh and rub a hand over my face. “That’s bullshit and you know it. I don’t care about the nerd girl. You of all people should know that Xavier.” Xavier is silent for a long moment. Then, slowly, he says, “I was just messing with you Alpha. I know you don’t like the nerd.” “You got that right. She isn’t even my type man. You see all the other she wolves at my feet why would I be interested in her?” “Not gonna lie, that’s probably 100% true.” “Thanks for the headache,” I mutter. I glare at him. He just smirks. Back at the pack house, the rest of the crew is waiting. Ben nods at me from where he’s leaning against the back wall, arms crossed. Derek and Trent are sparring shirtless on the mat in the center of the room, grunting with each blow. Lilly’s perched on a stool in the corner beside Xavier’s desk, her gaze sharp as always. As Xavier’s mate, she knows more than she lets on—but she stays quiet for now. The second I walk in, Trent pauses mid-swing and calls out, “Hey, boss! Heard you played chauffeur today.” Derek snickers. “Did you offer her a rose too, or just a ride?” I shoot them both a glare that makes Trent immediately shut up. Ben just watches me, unreadable. I’m used to leading with force. With control. But right now, I feel like everything is slipping just out of my grip. “I need you all to keep your mouths shut about what happened today,” I say finally. Derek raises an eyebrow. “Are you serious?” “Yes.” “Why?” Ben asks. Because she might be mine. Because if word gets out, she’s not safe. Because if anyone tries to hurt her, I’ll burn everything down. But all I say is, “Because I said so. That’s enough.” And for now, it is. But I know tomorrow’s coming fast. And Aurora.. She has no idea what kind of world she’s about to be pulled into.Aurora’s POVBy the time we reached the tree line, I felt like my skin was on fire.Every breath burned. My legs trembled. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would break my ribs.I collapsed to my knees, clutching the earth like it might hold me together.Zander was beside me instantly, crouching low, his stormy eyes fierce. “Rory, listen to me. You’ve got this. Look at me.”I tried, but my vision blurred. My whole body shook. “I—I can’t—”Rowan was on my other side, calmer, his hand wrapping mine. His green eyes didn’t waver. “Yes, you can. It will hurt. It always happens the first time. But you are stronger than this pain.”Behind them, Ember hovered, pale with awe. The Shadow Fangs spread out like silent guards, their usual teasing replaced with solemn watchfulness.And inside me, the voice came again.Aurora. Let go.I gasped, my head snapping up. “Who—?”Me. I am you. I am your wolf. It is time.Tears burned my eyes. “I don’t know how.”Yes, you do. It’s in your blood. In your
Aurora’s POVWalking back into school this morning felt like stepping onto a stage I hadn’t auditioned for. Why might you ask?On my right, Zander’s hand curled firmly around mine, warm and possessive. On my left, Rowan’s hand was steady, his grip gentler but no less unyielding. Behind us, the Shadow Fangs prowled like shadows come to life — Xavier, Lilly, Ben, Trent, Derek. Ember and Liam brought up the rear, her grin so wide I thought it might split her face.And every single head in the hallway turned.Whispers rose immediately.“She’s really with both of them?”“Since when do Zander Blake and Rowan Rivers walk together without throwing punches?”“She’s holding their hands—both of them!”“Well duh didn’t you see them all at the party this weekend or are you blind?”Heat rushed up my neck, but I kept my chin high.Because for once, I wasn’t hiding.Zander’s smirk deepened at the gawking, his wolf pride practically radiating off him. Rowan’s expression didn’t change, but I felt the
Ember’s POVThere are few joys in life greater than watching Aurora Hayes try to hide behind a piece of toast.Especially when the only thing she really wanted to hide from was the fact that she almost hooked up with both of her mates in one night.She sat at the kitchen table like a small, mortified monarch, cheeks the color of a flushed apple, nibbling at the toast like if she chewed hard enough the whole embarrassing scene would dissolve into crumbs. Zander was brooding into his coffee like the world owed him something he hadn’t collected yet. Rowan sat upright across from him, hands wrapped around his mug, the kind of serene that made you want to punch him and hug him at the same time. Aurora—moon goddess, Aurora—looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.Honestly? It was hilarious.I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing out loud. I love Rory—don’t get me wrong—but the image of her trying to disappear behind toast? Iconic. I should have been symp
Aurora’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the light stabbing me in the eyes.The second thing was my head — pounding, heavy, like someone had stuffed it with gravel.I groaned, rolling over on the couch. Ember was sprawled half in the chair and on the floor, her hair a wild mess, one leg draped over mine like we were kids at a sleepover again.She stirred, groaned too, then cracked one eye open. “We’re never drinking again.”I tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a cough. “Agreed.”We both flopped back against the pillows, groaning in unison. For a minute, we just lay there, breathing through the hangover haze, until Ember’s lips twitched.“We were hilarious last night,” she whispered.I peeked at her. “We were a disaster.”“A hilarious disaster,” she corrected, grinning despite the dark circles under her eyes. “You should’ve seen yourself trying to challenge Trent to a dance-off. I thought Zander was going to break his own jaw from grinding his teeth.”Heat cre
Aurora’s POVBy the time the last of the music faded and the crowd thinned, Zander’s house looked like a battlefield.Pizza boxes stacked on the counter, soda spilled on the floor, half-empty bottles abandoned everywhere. Ember and I had tried to help clean, but “tried” quickly turned into us collapsing in a fit of laughter because I tripped over a crumpled bag of chips. How does that even happen? Rowan hadn’t left after all. I noticed him still lingering in the kitchen, his green eyes scanning the room like he was cataloging every threat even though the only danger left was Ember raiding the fridge.When Zander muttered something about “you’re crashing here, right?” Ember practically squealed. “Sleepover!” So, we stayed of course.It started innocently. Ember pulled me into the kitchen where we unearthed a couple of bottles — definitely not soda. She poured us both glasses, clinking hers against mine.“To survival,” she grinned.“To bad ideas,” I countered.The first sip burned. Th
Zanders POV The second the bass rattled through the walls of my house, I knew this wasn’t the “small get-together” Rory had wanted.But the truth was? I was more than excited to see the surprise on her face when she found out. The Shadow Fangs knew how to throw a party. And if the whole damn school needed to see her — to see my Luna standing at the center of it all — then so be it.The moment Rory stepped off the last stair, I swore the whole damn house shifted.Music still pounded, the Shadow Fangs laughed, the air was still thick with the smell of pizza and soda and wolves cutting loose — but none of it mattered.She mattered.Her wide green eyes searched the room like she wasn’t sure she belonged here. Like one wrong step might make the floor open up and swallow her whole.My chest tightened. My wolf slammed against my ribs. Ours. Protect. Claim. Show them who she is.I didn’t even think. I pushed off the wall, cutting through the noise. “Rory’s here,” I announced, my voice carry