LOGINThe Memory That Shouldn’t ExistThe world reassembled in a swift rush of breath.Aria stumbled forward, grasping her chest as the chill dissipated and the remnants of the Moon Hall came into focus around her once again. Her knees struck the fractured stone, and she gasped—because what she had just witnessed was not a dream, nor a vision.It was a memory.Her memory.Her mother’s memory.A truth that had been concealed beneath layers of deception and smoke.Rowan knelt beside her, his hands steadying her shoulders. “Aria—Aria, look at me. What occurred? What did she reveal to you?”But Aria was unable to respond. Her throat had constricted, emotion surging through her like wildfire. She pressed a trembling hand against the ground to steady herself.Selene stood a few feet away, silent, waiting.Aria forced air into her lungs. “I saw… everything.”Rowan’s hands stilled on her arms. “Tell me.”Aria raised her head slowly. The moonlight bathed her face, highlighting the tears she hadn’t e
The Storm She Was Meant ForThe moon loomed low, heavy and marred, as if the sky held its breath solely for her. Aria stood on the brink of the ancient ridge, her hands quaking—not from fear, but from the overwhelming weight of all she had discovered, all she had transformed into, and all she was on the verge of confronting.Beneath her, the valley where the united packs had assembled shimmered with campfires. Yet the vibe was off. Too silent. Too motionless. As if every wolf present could perceive the change in fate but had yet to grasp its significance.Aria drew a sharp breath as the wind kissed her skin—cold, biting, and vibrating with the familiar echo of Selene’s power.Rowan approached her from behind, his presence solid and reassuring despite the tension thickening the atmosphere.“They’re anticipating you,” he whispered, his voice rough. “Some are fearful. Some are irate. Some… already have their suspicions about the truth.”Aria gulped. The truth.That her mother had been sl
The Awakening of the Moon-BoundThe world reassembled itself as Aria staggered forward, struggling to breathe. Her hands instinctively clutched her chest, as if she needed to keep her heart from escaping—because it felt as though it was attempting to break free.Rowan caught her just before she fell."Aria! Focus on me—Aria, what did she reveal to you?"But Aria was unable to respond. Not yet.Images continued to flash behind her closed eyelids, searing themselves into her memory like scars:Her mother’s face, fleeing through a forest with a baby cradled in her arms.Shadows pursuing her.A chilling voice commanding her demise.A crest—a symbol Aria had encountered before, though she could not yet identify it.And most haunting of all… the expression her mother gave her before everything faded to black.An expression of love.An expression of fear.An expression of sacrifice.When Aria finally opened her eyes, Selene remained beneath the shattered archway of the ruins, her silver aura
The Vision That Shattered the WorldLight engulfed Aria completely.Not warm, not gentle—but sharp, blinding, and ancient.For a brief moment, she felt suspended in emptiness. No ground beneath her feet. No air in her lungs. No Rowan’s reassuring presence behind her. No ruins, no warriors, no storm—only light and silence dense enough to feel like a weight on her skin.Then the world fractured open.A surge of silver light radiated outward, and suddenly Aria found herself on solid ground once more—but it was not the remnants of the Moon Hall.It was a recollection.A recollection that did not belong to her.The sky above shimmered with a full moon far larger than she had ever witnessed, its luminescence spilling over a vast stone courtyard encircled by white pillars adorned with lunar engravings. Torches blazed with silver flames. Wolves—majestic, enormous, regal—moved among robed figures as if both species coexisted in perfect harmony.Aria’s breath caught in her throat.“This… this
The Bond That Refused to BreakThe world jolted back into focus with a violent shock.Aria stumbled as the vision faded, her breath escaping her lungs as if she had sprinted for miles through a tempest. The ruins reemerged—shattered walls, partially collapsed arches, and cold air heavy with ancient secrets.Yet, she was no longer the same.Not anymore.Before she could steady herself, her knees struck the stone floor. Her hands shook uncontrollably, her heart racing under the burden of all she had just witnessed—her mother’s visage, the ritual, the treachery, the blood… the traitor.Rowan was at her side in less than a heartbeat.“Aria—Aria, focus on me.” His hands cradled her face, his voice low and rough with urgency. “What did she reveal to you? What transpired?”Aria attempted to respond.No words emerged.Her throat felt as if it were bound by chains.Selene stood a few paces away, observing with an expression that conveyed both sorrow…and anticipation. She had anticipated that t
When the Dust Finally SettlesThe world returned gradually.Not with illumination. Not with sound.But with suffering.Aria inhaled sharply as her lungs struggled to take in a quivering breath. Her vision was hazy, colors blending together like wet paint. For a brief moment, she was uncertain whether she remained within Selene’s memory-realm or had returned to her own body.But then she sensed it—cold stone beneath her hands.The ruins.Reality.She blinked forcefully. Rowan’s voice pierced through the haze, filled with urgency.“Aria—Aria, look at me!”She raised her head. Rowan was kneeling before her, his hands gently holding her face, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. His eyes were luminous—fiery—his wolf perilously close to the surface.“I’m okay,” Aria murmured, although every bone in her body trembled.“No, you’re not.” Rowan pressed his forehead against hers. “You were gone for too long. You weren’t moving. I thought—”He inhaled sharply. “I thought I lost you.”







