LOGINThe Memory That Should’ve Stayed Buried**The world didn’t shatter with noise—it shattered with silence.The moment Aria stepped into the circle of light radiating from Selene’s palm, everything around her dissolved. The ruins of the Moon Hall, Rowan’s panicked voice, the cold wind stinging her skin—all of it blinked out like someone blowing out a candle.Darkness replaced it.Soft, velvety, endless.Aria’s lungs hitched as she reached instinctively for Rowan’s hand, but there was no one beside her. She was alone—floating, suspended in nothingness.Then the nothingness began to breathe.A faint glow stirred in the distance, pulsing like a heartbeat. It grew, unfurling like dawn spreading across a dead horizon. And slowly, shapes emerged—fuzzy at first, then sharpening, until Aria found herself standing in a forest she didn’t recognize, but somehow felt deep in her bones.The trees here were taller. The air felt older. The moonlight shone brighter.This wasn’t her time.This was before
The Memory That Should Never Have Been BuriedThe world tore apart like a veil being ripped away.Aria gasped as she lurched forward, her feet no longer resting on the cold stone floor of the Moon Hall. Instead, she found herself in a vast expanse of silver mist, warm and luminous, as if she had entered the very breath of the moon. The air vibrated—soft yet potent—like a thousand hushed voices calling her name."Do not be afraid," Selene’s voice resonated behind her, though the woman herself was nowhere in sight. "What you perceive are the memories concealed from you. You are within the truth."Aria’s heartbeat pounded painfully. "Reveal it to me," she whispered. "All of it."The mist began to swirl.Then it shaped into scenes—clear as daylight.---A modest house appeared first. Simple. Inviting. Lanterns glimmering gently through the windows. Snow drifted softly from the sky, settling on its roof.Aria’s breath caught in her throat.She recognized that house."This… this was my home
The Memory That Should Never Have Been SeenLight enveloped Aria completely.Initially cold—icy, sharp, slicing through her skin like winter steel.Then warmth emerged… a warmth that pressed against her bones, tugging, pulling, reshaping the reality surrounding her.Her breath caught as the world faded into silver mist.She was no longer amidst the ruins.No Rowan.No Selene.Only a realm suspended in moonlight.Her feet felt as if they touched nothing and everything simultaneously, as though she were standing on light itself. Wisps of memory floated through the air—soft, glowing threads—each containing emotions too profound to articulate.A voice whispered from behind her.“You must see, Aria. Even if it causes pain.”Aria turned.Selene stood next to her, not in a physical form—more like a shimmering echo of presence.“Where am I?” Aria whispered.“In truth,” Selene replied gently. “In what they attempted to erase.”The silver surrounding them thickened—then shattered like glass.Ar
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







