ログインThe forest path opened into Silvermist’s homes, fires glowing softly in the night. The scent of woodsmoke wrapped around Selena, familiar and grounding. Her knuckles still ached from the fight with Lucas, the pain keeping her anger sharp.The moon hung low. Soon, it would be full—and with it, her change.When her home came into view, fear settled in her chest.Her mother was already waiting.Lydia Silvermist stood at the door, arms crossed, eyes fixed on her. The moment Selena stepped closer, the tension between them snapped tight.“What have you done, Selena?” Lydia’s voice shook. “Why would you go for the title? You promised me. And now this? Throwing yourself into that fight?”Selena stopped. The words hit harder than any blow.She didn’t argue. Instead, she stepped forward, gently taking her mother’s hands and guiding her inside.The fire burned low in the hearth. Selena led her to a chair and knelt in front of her, holding on tightly.“Mother,” she said quietly, “I know what I pr
The Elder’s Pavilion was quiet, filled with low murmurs and the glow of torchlight. Seven elders sat in a semicircle, their presence heavy with authority. At the center was Elder Maltheus, his gaze sharp and unreadable.Selena Silvermist walked in without hesitation.At seventeen, she already carried herself like an Alpha—back straight, chin lifted, eyes steady. She stopped before the council.“Elders of Silvermist,” she said, voice firm, “I, Selena Silvermist, challenge Lucas Viremont for the title of Pack Leader in the coming trials.”Silence fell.Elder Mira leaned forward. “You?” she said, disbelief clear. “The trials are not for children. Your wolf hasn’t even manifested yet. And Lucas comes from a powerful line. This isn’t something you play at.”Selena held her ground. “I’m not playing. My eighteenth moon is close. My wolf is coming—and I know what it is. My father was Orion Silvermist. His blood runs in me.”At the mention of her father, the room shifted.Elder Maltheus spoke
The knock came suddenly, making him flinch.He quickly straightened.“C-come in…”The door opened gently.And for the first time since arriving in the castle—Someone smiled.She stepped in with a tray of food, balancing it carefully in her hands.Unlike the others, she didn’t look terrified.Just… cautious.But warm.“Good evening!” she said softly, placing the tray down on the table. “You must be Elian.”Elian blinked, a little surprised by her tone.“…Yes.”She turned to him with a small bow.“My name is Mary. His Majesty has assigned me as your second personal maid.”Elian’s eyes widened slightly. “My… maid?”Mary nodded, then leaned in just a little, lowering her voice conspiratorially.“Yes—but don’t let the title scare you,” she whispered with a playful smile. “It just means I’m the only one brave—or foolish—enough to come near you.”Elian couldn’t help it.A small laugh escaped him.Soft.Barely there.But real.---Mary’s eyes lit up.“Oh! There it is! You can smile!” she sai
The night felt different in moonveil citadel, too quiet and empty.Elian sat by the tall window of his new chamber, his knees drawn slightly inward, his fingers resting loosely against the cold stone ledge.Beyond the glass, the forest stretched endlessly—dark, and unfamiliar.Nothing like home.The moon rose high above, silver light spilling across the trees, casting long shadows that seemed to move when he wasn’t looking directly at them.Elian stared at it in silence.Back home, the moon never felt like this.It had always been something gentle.Something distant.Something beautiful.Here…It felt like a countdown.His fingers curled slightly.Mother would have finished preparing dinner by now…The thought came uninvited.Soft.Painful.He could almost see it—the small wooden table, the dim firelight, the familiar scent of herbs lingering in the air. His mother moving quietly between tasks, his sister talking too much, laughing too loudly…Alive.Normal.Safe.Elian let out a slow
The throne hall of Moonveil Citadel falls into a heavy silence after King Kael Draven's final words. Elian’s pulse thundered in his ears. The king stood before him, tall and immovable like a dark pillar of power. Even with the blindfold covering his eyes, his presence felt overwhelming. Then, Kael's spoke again his voice smooth as velvet over steel. “I will not touch you for the next three days.” Elian’s breath caught, his omega instincts flaring with a mix of relief and aching curiosity. Why hold back? Kael’s lips curved faintly, though no warmth reached his tone. “Until the full moon rises high.” A shiver rans down Elian’s spine, cold as the citadel’s winter winds. The full moon—whispers in the villages spoke of it as a night when alphas unleashed, when bonds falls into place with savage force. His body tightened instinctively, heat pooling low in his belly despite the fear. Kael shifted, the subtle creak of his boots on the marble floor echoing like a warning. “Use these day
Dawn had barely touched the sky when the carriage left the Silvermist Pack. Elian Silvermist sat on the edge of the worn velvet seat with each turn carrying him farther away from home, his slender fingers folded together in his lap, knuckles whitening under the strain. His mother had clung to him until the royal guards pried her away, her sobs tearing the morning stillness. Behind her, Selene stood, her golden eyes—sharp as forged gold—locked on Elian's face, blazing with a fury she dared not unleash against the kingdom's decree. Those eyes, so like their father's in life, now mirrored a silent vow of vengeance. Elian forced himself to turn forward as the carriage door slammed shut, the crack of the whip urging the horses onward. One backward glance, and the fragile thread of his resolve might snap, unraveling him before he even reached his fate. The journey lasted for hours, and as they moved deeper the trees grew denser, the forest turns darker.Even the air felt different here—







