ログインThe Moment the Sky Held Its BreathThe storm had yet to unleash its fury, yet the atmosphere above the Silvercrest border felt so charged it could explode at any moment. Dark, heavy clouds twisted in violent spirals, as if the heavens themselves were pausing—waiting to determine whether the world below would collapse or rise anew.Aria was the first to sense it.A ripple.A shift.A tremor in the very threads that connected her wolf, her abilities, her fate.She halted mid-step.Rowan, who had been pacing alongside her, immediately stopped."Aria?"His voice remained calm, but his wolf stirred restlessly beneath his skin, alert and anxious.Her heart thudded once—forcefully.Then again, quicker.The sensation struck her chest like a silent clap of thunder.Not pain.Not peril.Something more profound."Aria, please speak to me." Rowan moved closer, his hand hovering near her back without making contact—he had learned that she perceived too much now, more than mere touch could stabiliz
The Alpha Who Would Incinerate the WorldThe tempest that had been brewing within Rowan finally erupted.Not with violence.Not with rage.But with a silence so piercing it could cut through bone.Aria sensed it before she witnessed it—his aura constricting, folding inwards like a predator ready to strike. Every warrior present tensed. A few instinctively withdrew, their instincts guiding them away from the raw authority radiating from him in waves.Rowan’s gaze gradually rose to meet hers.And for the first time since Aria had returned from death, he appeared threatening in a manner that was not directed at her—but at the world at large.“Before you utter a word,” Aria cautioned gently, “you must take a breath.”“Breathe?” Rowan echoed, his tone empty. “Aria… they laid hands on you.”The words quivered—not from frailty, but from the unbridled rage pulsating beneath them. His hands trembled at his sides, claws partially formed, his wolf restless just beneath his skin. Not out of anger
The 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







