LOGINYou don't belong here," he said coldly and dismissively “you barely belong in your own pack. What made you think you deserve to step into mine" I tried to reach for his arm but he glared at it and I retreated slowly. “Killian… What's going on? You said I belonged with you…” " That was before I realized what you really are..” Now he leaned closer, voice lowering to a cruel whisper. “An orphaned nobody clinging to a mate bond because you have nothing else to live for. Did you even think that I wanted someone like you?” Ayla spent her life overlooked in her pack, fighting for a place that was never truly hers. On the night she finally turns eighteen, everything changes—her first shift, a breathtaking Alpha who claims her, and a future that suddenly feels possible. Until she is rejected unknowingly by her mate's twin. Heartbroken and betrayed, Ayla flees into the human world and builds a new identity far from the pain she left behind. For years, she believes she has finally escaped her past. But the past has not forgotten her. A message arrives. A warning follows. And the life Ayla built begins to unravel piece by piece. When destiny circles back she must embrace her true identity but not as Ayla Rowan or Elara Ross but as someone more powerful.
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The packhouse buzzed with an excitement that didn’t quite reach me. The eve of the moon ball was always a bubbly evening for Silver fang packs, there were decorations and lights and scented candles. The ball was held every year and done just the same way… Well all except this one. This one was different because I was turning eighteen tomorrow, I was going to shift for the first time and I was going to meet the one… “Oops" someone giggled The basket of clothes that suddenly disappeared from my grip disrupted my train of thoughts. “Your adopted clumsiness is showing, Ayla" Lila and her group of mean girls stepped in front of me “Give me back the basket" forcing myself not to react Lila stepped closer, flipping her long blond hair over her shoulder. She was the daughter of the Gamma, adored and mated to the Alpha’s son of our pack and unfortunately, the pack's reigning queen of cruelty. While I was one of the many daughters of the Beta of the Alpha to our pack. “You mean the basket?" She smiled wickedly as she overturned the clothes in it, scattering them across the floor. I press my lips together to pull myself together. "Aren't you excited for tomorrow, little orphan?” She asked, her smile was vicious as she crossed glances with the girls by her side "your big shift? Or will you embarrass the beta family when nothing happens” They all giggled. My jaw tightened, I was indeed adopted but she loved using the wrong word because she knew it cut deeper. “Tomorrow has to come before you make assumptions" I reached for the empty basket in their grip but they only snatched it further away from my reach. “Why? You don't think you will actually shift.. Do you?” Lila asked “Ayla doesn't know the moon goddess doesn't waste her powers on weak blood” one of the girls said as they all laughed "That too an adopted weak blood" Lila added “Then the pack will finally know where she belongs," another of the girls beside her scoffed. "I belong where the Beta says I do” I said quietly, as I crouched to gather together the clothes that fell. Lila nudged my shoulder with her foot, knocking off what I had gathered out of my hands again. "Beta Rowan only took you in out of pity” she hissed "Don't get any hopeful ideas" I didn't look up. If I did, they'd see the sting in my eyes and I didn't want to give them that satisfaction. As they tried to force me up. “Leave her alone Lila,” someone said from the other end of the corridor “else I'll tell the Beta" further threatened Lila scoffed. "Should have known the maid's daughter will come to save you" she flung the basket at me "stupid orphan" With that they all walked away, their laughter echoing down the corridor. Juno was one of the maids' daughters who found her mate two years ago. She was nice to me and surprisingly one of the few who could stand against the mean girls. She walked towards me “Don't let their words get to you, Ayla," she said quietly. "Ignore her, she's just mad her wolf's probably a yappy chihuahua” she joked while helping me arrange the clothes into the basket and taking my hand, making sure I was on my feet before letting it go. I gave her a curt nod that I was okay. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” she asked “No" I was being honest “You scared?" Still peering into my eyes I shook my head “I'm terrified" “Of the shift?" I couldn't tell her that while I got picked on because of my shift, my father was more worried about me finding a mate, it was all he ever talked about. He reminded me everyday of how a she wolf needed a mate and that was what really determined where she belonged. “What if my wolf isn't good enough” I started to say "or what if I don't shift at all, what if Lila is right and I'm just adopted and not entitled to any of the moon goddess powers” She placed her arm on my shoulder to calm me, squeezing lightly "You are entitled to everything this pack has, you're the Beta's daughter” I sighed, again no one knew the part where I felt like I was an outcaste. “I just want to matter" my voice broke “You do" she encouraged, squeezing harder “to your father, to the moon goddess and tomorrow to the whole pack" The corner of my lips suddenly lifted in a stiff smile as she smiled back at me. Her words made me exhale. “Thank you" I say while she arched her brow at me “for being so nice to me" her smile only grew. "Go, you should prepare for tomorrow, no one shifts with a heavy heart" With that, I went back to my room and slumped on the bed, I felt like my whole life was balanced on the edge of a blade. But If I shifted properly then the whispers would finally stop, the doubts, my father's silent hatred and the comments about being the outcast daughter. If not, I wasn't sure what would happen to me, to what little respect I still held. I heard wolves howling from a distance, chilling air brushing against my skin through my window. My heart thudded like it was about to burst through my chest, then I recalled what Juno said about a heavy heart, I took deep breaths to calm myself. Hours from now, I would stand under the full moon and everything would change, for worse or better. My heart still thudded from thinking about it. I pressed my palm against my chest as I tried to steady my breathing. No matter how much fear coiled in my stomach or how loud Lila's cruel words echoed in my head.. A part of me still hoped that tomorrow, for once, I wouldn't be an outsider and the moon would claim me like it claimed everyone else. I closed my eyes. The countdown had begunThird person's pov AN HOUR TO THE BLOOD MOONIt was said in the book that the ritual for the Darkforce was to be ready and the last step was to slaughter the lunaris wolf the second the moon turned red. Ivy's guess? Kallum had taken Ayla to the Ritual circle now, it was merely four hours till the next day where the blood moon would start throughout the break of dawn and dusk. He would want to prepare her, prepare the circle so all that was left was a stab to the heart for her blood to spill. The toy seller lady had been helpful on hypnotized, though the pack house took hours to reach, she assumed the auburn lady had gotten some ride or carriages to hasten the journey. Ivy got to the pack house close to midnight and the lady helped her through the maids that worked inside. She hypnotized the guards and maids before making her way inside the house itself. There she had also learnt about his absence though it was easy to order you maids to pretend you were not in. Ivy preferred t
Third person's pov Killian dragged himself down the familiar hallways of the pack house. He had taken an axe and strapped it to his back just in case.Every sense of his, straining for the scent of Ayla.She must have been with Kallum or worse, where he wanted her to be. He went through everything he could think of. Though the air around the house made him shriek. It brought back the rogue days of his. How uncontrollable he was. How every night was like reliving a nightmare he could wake up from. He focused on her scent and moved over twisted the dungeon, the wolfsbane in his blood had weared out but he could still smell it down there. Ayla had been down there. “Where is the prisoner?" He growled at one of the guards guarding the dungeon. “You, you took her out sir" “Where?" He asked. The guard looked confused but before he could process, he yelled again. “I said where?" “Out. You took her out the house, east" He turned around immediately, and followed the oath that led
Third person's pov Ivy had thought she would die from blisters under her foot, walking what felt like an endless journey only to turn around for Ayla and her mate. Nothing was more irritating than that. She struggled to keep up with Killian who wasted no time in following Ayla as she went in search of the moon necklace. But approaching the house they had left, Ivy immediately melted into the shadows of the underbrush as she caught the figure of royal guards at the small house. Her heart skipped two beats. Ayla must have been caught and Killian too. She watched from behind the trees, how they carried and headed back to where they came from. She recognized a lady with auburn hair, and she oversaw the kidnapping. Ivy could come out and save them but she didn't think she was powerful enough, having been limited to just spells and chants. So she watched, cowardly. When she was sure they had gone, ivy emerged from behind the trees cautiously, she moved smoothly back towar
Third person's pov Luxury and something forbidden. It was always the same vocabulary used when describing Lila's room. She liked the feminine energy, the way everything reflected her sense of taste but now something else mixed with the usual scent. Blood and poison. Killian was dragged into her chambers, she knew Kallum didn't know about him yet but he was bound to find out and before that, she planned to enjoy the moment while it lasted. By having her way. Killian was shoved into a seat when they brought him in, securing his wrist with something similar to cuffs but was most likely silver chains. She knew it would be hard to wake up immediately; she had personally gone to meet the witch who prepared the poison, urging her to use the oldest flower of them all. The impact it would have on Killian would be like no other. His limbs would weaken and so would his muscles. He wouldn't move or speak and his head would feel like it was splitting in so many places. So when he didn't






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