Mag-log inThe Weight of What She IsThe night pressed heavily against the edges of the Silvercrest Pack. A thick silence filled the air, as if the world was holding its breath.Aria stood alone on the balcony outside her chambers. Her bare feet touched the cold stone, and she pulled her cloak tightly around her shoulders. The moon hung low in the sky, swollen and glowing brightly. Its pale light washed over her skin, and the faint silver glow beneath her flesh stirred.She felt it again.That pull.That quiet hum beneath her ribs was ancient, patient, and powerful.The Moon’s Light was no longer asleep.And neither was she.Behind her, the door creaked softly.Aria didn’t turn. She already knew who it was.“You shouldn’t be alone,” Rowan said quietly.She exhaled slowly. “If I don’t learn to be alone with this, I won’t survive it.”Rowan stepped closer, stopping just behind her. He didn’t touch her. He didn’t try to cage her fear or soften it with empty comfort. He had learned better than that.
When the Moon Answers BackThe night felt wrong.Not quiet—watchful.Aria stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking Silvercrest territory. The cold wind tugged at her cloak as moonlight spilled across the land below. The pack slept beneath her, unaware that their world was changing; it was tilting toward something dangerous and inevitable.Her chest ached.Not from fear.From awareness. Since the ruins, since Selene and Elder Morian, the moon no longer felt distant. It pulsed in her blood. It whispered in her bones. Sometimes, when she closed her eyes, she could sense it turning—slow, ancient, patient.Waiting.Rowan approached quietly, though his presence was impossible to miss. Power followed him like a shadow, steady and fierce. He stopped beside her, his shoulder brushing hers in silent reassurance.“You haven’t slept,” he said.Aria didn’t deny it. “Every time I close my eyes, I hear them.”Rowan frowned. “Hear who?”“The Lunas,” she whispered. “The ones who came before me.”Sh
The Weight of KnowingNight fell heavily over Silvercrest.The storm that had trailed Aria and Rowan from the ruins finally broke, leaving the sky bruised and restless, clouds drifting like unsettled spirits across the moon. The pack moved quietly, unease clinging to every step as they brought their Luna back through the gates.Whispers followed her.Not of fear, but of awe.They sensed the change.Aria felt it, too.The Moon’s Light pulsed beneath her skin, subtle yet constant, like a second heartbeat. Every sound was sharper. Every emotion was stronger. The bond between her and the pack hummed, deeper and wider than before, as if invisible threads connected her to every soul in the territory.She disliked how exposed it made her feel.Rowan stayed close, his presence steady and grounding. He didn’t speak as they climbed the steps to the Alpha’s hall, but his hand brushed hers multiple times, a silent reminder that she wasn’t facing this alone.Inside, the doors closed with a hollow
When the Moon Chooses Its SideThe night wrapped itself tightly around the pack borders, thick and watchful, as if the very forest were holding its breath.Aria stood at the edge of the high ridge, gazing out over Silvercrest territory, the wind playfully tugging at her hair and cloak. The moon hung low and bright, spilling pale silver light across the land she had vowed to protect. For the first time since Selene’s revelation, the pull within her felt different.It was steady.Focused.Choosing.Behind her, Rowan approached quietly, though she sensed him long before he spoke. She always did now. His presence was like an anchor, calming the storm that raged beneath her skin.“You haven’t slept,” he said softly.Aria offered a faint smile. “Neither have you.”Rowan didn’t argue. His gaze followed hers across the valley, where distant torchlights marked patrol routes that had doubled since Elder Morian’s visit.“The council will act soon,” he said. “Morian wouldn’t have shown himself un
The Weight of KnowingThe council chamber smelled of old stone and buried secrets.Aria sensed it as soon as she entered.The walls towered high and cold, marked with ancient carvings of moons and wolves in eternal watch. Torches burned along the sides, their flames flickering strangely, as if even fire feared what was about to be said.Rowan walked beside her, steady and grounding, but she could feel the tension beneath his skin. His hand brushed against hers for a moment, a silent reminder that she wasn’t facing this alone.But this was bigger than both of them.At the far end of the chamber, the High Council seats stood elevated, seven stone thrones carved from moonrock, each with the sigil of authority that had governed werewolf packs for centuries.Only three were filled.And one of them made Aria’s blood turn cold.Elder Morian sat at the center, relaxed, fingers steepled as if he had all the time in the world. His pale eyes locked onto Aria the instant she entered—sharp, knowin
The Council’s First MoveThe night after Elder Morian vanished felt wrong. Not quiet. Not peaceful. Wrong. Aria stood on the balcony of the Alpha wing, arms wrapped tightly around herself as the cold wind swept through the stone corridors. The moon hung low in the sky, its silver light spilling across the courtyard below. Instead of comfort, it stirred unease deep in her chest. Since the ruins. Since Selene. Since the truth. She hadn’t slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her mother again, standing tall beneath the moon, power blazing through her veins, and then falling, betrayed by those sworn to protect their kind. The High Council. Her fingers curled into fists. They had killed her mother. And now they were watching her. “Still awake?” Rowan’s voice came softly from behind her. She didn’t turn immediately. She felt him approach before he spoke. His presence was steady, grounding, familiar. When his arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her gently ag







