Mag-log inThe Alpha Who Finally BreaksThe silence that ensued after Rowan’s declaration was unlike any Aria had ever experienced. It was neither tense nor hostile. Instead, it was heavy—similar to the atmosphere before a storm, just before the sky opened up and released everything it had been holding back.Aria stood in front of him, her breaths sharp, her pulse still racing from the emotional turmoil they had just endured. Rowan’s confession—"I can’t lose you"—continued to resonate within her, refusing to diminish, refusing to be overlooked.Her chest constricted. He was an Alpha who had never submitted to anyone, never revealed his vulnerabilities, never allowed his emotions to surface where others could witness them. Yet here he was—unmasked… exposed… vulnerable.And it frightened her.Not because of him.But because of the feelings it stirred within her.Aria swallowed hard, striving to steady her voice. "Rowan… you cannot make statements like that without clarifying their meaning."His ja
The Reality Behind the Moonstone SealAria initially held her breath.She remained in the dimly lit chamber beneath the palace, her heart pounding against her ribs as the Moonstone Seal emitted a faint glow on the wall—an ancient engraving, pulsating like a living heartbeat. The air underground was cold, stale, and thick with the aroma of aged stone and forgotten magic. A delicate silver mist lingered along the ground, swirling around her boots as if to either welcome her… or caution her.Rowan stood behind her, maintaining a careful distance. He was injured—his bandaged shoulder clearly told that tale—but his eyes were keen, focused on Aria as if he anticipated the stone to strike at her.“Aria,” he spoke softly, “once you make contact with that seal, there is no turning back. You must comprehend that.”She did not turn.Her gaze remained fixed on the luminous stone. “I have never retreated before. I will not begin now.”He exhaled, a mix of frustration and concern escaping in one br
The Truth the Shadows Tried to ConcealThe earlier storm had subsided, yet its reverberations still resonated within the halls of the Blackthorn Fortress. The scent of moist stone and burning torches filled the air, accompanied by a disquieting silence that trailed Aria wherever she went. It was a silence that hinted at secrets—secrets that someone was desperately attempting to suppress.Aria moved with urgency, her footsteps reverberating as she descended the staircase leading to the ancient council wing. She was aware that Rowan would be in pursuit; he always was. However, today, she had no intention of pausing for him. Not when the pieces of the puzzle were finally starting to fit together.Her heart raced with a blend of anger, fear, and a sharper sensation—intuition. Something about the attack from the previous night felt off. Rogues did not operate with such precision. They did not disappear without leaving traces. And they certainly did not act in unison, as if following a comm
The Weight of SecretsAria had hardly managed to sleep.By the time the initial hints of dawn began to illuminate the sky, she was already awake—perched at the edge of her bed, elbows resting on her knees, fingers pressed firmly against her temples. Her heartbeat remained steady, yet her mind was in turmoil. Too many elements were shifting simultaneously, and every instinct within her cautioned that danger was tightening its hold on the pack.She took a slow breath.Rogues prowling the northern border.Shadows lurking near the Moon Temple.Rowan concealing something—once again.Her jaw tightened.She was no longer the frail Luna they had once dismissed. She was not the cursed mate they whispered about in hushed tones. She had evolved—beyond their expectations, beyond Rowan’s influence. And now, she sensed the storm was approaching. Something was imminent. Something significant.A gentle knock disrupted her contemplation.“Come in,” she replied.Lyra entered the room, her expression as
The Luna Who Stood in the StormThe night felt unusually heavy—too still, too silent, too expectant. Aria sensed it the instant she stepped out onto the balcony of the Moonstone Fortress. The wind caressed her cheeks, cool and sharp, carrying with it the faintest hint of something she had learned to fear, then despise, and ultimately rise above.Blood.Her fingers tightened around the railing.Behind her, Rowan emerged from the shadows, his restless energy buzzing beneath his skin. "You feel it too," he murmured.She did not turn. "You should have informed me sooner."Rowan exhaled slowly, the sound tight, almost pained. "I did not conceal the truth out of malice, Aria. I concealed it because… I am uncertain who the threat is anymore. The rogues. The temple. The council. The shadows moving through our lands. Or the prophecy itself."Aria finally turned to confront him."You are afraid," she stated—softly, not mockingly.His jaw tightened. "I fear losing my pack. Losing control." A pau
The Promise in the StormThe wind shrieked through the broken corridor as Aria forced the heavy door shut behind her. The echoes of the council chamber still reverberated in her heart—accusations, half-truths, and Rowan’s willful silence. The pack was teetering on the brink of panic, and she could sense the fear swirling around her like a chilling mist rising to her ankles.But it was the expression Rowan had given her before he walked away that remained with her—something caught between guilt and resolve. Something he wasn’t prepared to admit. That alone disturbed her far more than any imminent foe.Aria took a deep breath, centering herself.You will not be broken. Not this time.Footsteps sounded in the dimly lit hallway. Liam appeared, his face tight yet steadfast as always. His clothes were still wet from the storm, his hair clinging to his forehead.“Luna,” he said gently. “The outer patrol needs an update. Rumors are spreading faster than orders can be issued.”“That’s because







