"Hey, new girl! Stop hovering like a shadow and grab a seat. You look like you haven’t eaten in days," the head chef called out, her voice sharp but oddly welcoming. I froze. I knew her. She was the type who ignored me—neither cruel nor kind, just indifferent. It was better than the others who thrived on my misery. But this… this unexpected invitation caught me off guard. “Thomas, move over!” she snapped. “The girl looks like she’s been dragged through hell. Let her sit.” I cautiously stepped forward, unsure of this newfound warmth. “She doesn’t talk much, huh? Let me tell you something, sweetheart,” Henry chimed in, his voice dripping with mockery. “There’s no room for shy here. Speak up or get swallowed whole. Now, what’s your name?” “Aurora,” I said smoothly, burying the girl I used to be beneath the lie. --- Amelia was the pack’s favorite target—a punching bag for their frustrations and a scapegoat for their failures. But the cruelest betrayal came on her eighteenth birthday when the Alpha—her mate—rejected her in front of the pack. Mocked, humiliated, and abandoned, Amelia reached her breaking point. She vanished without a trace. Years later, she’s back, but not as the broken girl they remember. She’s Aurora now—sharp, fearless, and burning with a thirst for vengeance. She’s trained, planned, and uncovered the dark truths that fueled their hatred. And now, she’s ready to make them pay.
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The dress was just a boring white gown, more shapeless than anything I had ever worn.
Elena was not kidding around when she said Gina hated her maids outshining her.
As we walked into the dining room where they all sat now, I could make out some familiar faces.
Faces of people that bullied and treated me bad. I felt my chest beating with fear and hard as I walked into the gigantic room.
The air was choking with the smell of meat and wine, the two best friends of every werewolf.
It was never a dinner without meat and wine. Especially in this pack. They all sat round the table, chatting and eating as they talked in pairs. Gina was surrounded by about six females, all kissing up to her feet as they helped her to cut her meat and pour her wine.
The alpha sat at the far end of the table, his mind probably anywhere else but the dining room.
As we entered the room, all eyes turned to us briefly. The eyes were searching, looking to see who I was, if I was weak, so they could pounce on me and make me the pack's weakling like before.
I knew those stares. So when they were directed to me, I steeled my face and puffed out my chest, trying to look as formidable as possible.
Eventually, all eyes left me and they all continued with dinner like I was not even present.
A pair of eyes still lingered on me, watching my every move as I walked towards Gina.
Those cold eyes were Alpha Cina's. He had a look on his face, like he was trying to remember something but couldn't.
I stared at him too, not willing to break eye contact first. When he finally relented and looked at his meat-filled plate, I glanced up to see Gina glaring at me. If looks could harm, I would be dead and forgotten by now.
The realization that she might have seen the alpha and I little staring contest made the walk to her chair painfully slow.
Perhaps she may slap me or do something more drastic.
As I reached her, I bowed softly, trying to fit into the role of good servant.
She looked at me, her nose turned up in the air in disgust, like she hated the way I smelt.
" I asked you to give her a hair cut not take her to a beauty spa. And why does that dress look a little too tight around the bust? I want you to change into something bigger tomorrow. And burn this one. I would not to see it on anyone else's body." She said.
I nodded to signal that I understood.
She had taken a few bites of her food when she finally looked up.
" Well then, what are you waiting for? Do you see people of your caliber at this table? Go to the kitchen and meet your kind there. Your presence alone makes the food turn sour in my mouth" she said waving me away.
I walked away slowly, my legs heavy.
The kitchen was a place no pack member ever ate at. No matter the rank. We all ate together as long as we stayed in the pack house. Except for me anyway. Everyone disliked me in general so I was voted off the table.
But the fact that the maids and omegas were now made to eat in the kitchen was a change that surprised me. Just how worse have things become since I left?
In the kitchen, the whole kitchen staff including the head chef sat at a round table, eating and chatting amongst themselves, just like how they all did outside.
They seemed used to it by now. Passing the bread and the meat amongst each other. Like the table outside, they all paused when they saw me.
But their eyes were not judging me, or trying to tear me apart and see if I would break.
"Heyyyyy, the new girl. Come on, don't just stand there. You must be starving" the head chef said.
I knew her. She was never really nice to me, but she was not mean to me either. She mostly tried to avoid every contact with me and that was okay for me. It was way better than having one more person who was interested in beating you to stupor.
I willed my legs to move, surprised at the kindness that coated her every word.
" Scoot over Thomas, give the girl some space to sit. She seems to have been through a lot recently" she said.
The brown-haired boy named Thomas scooted in obedience, pointing to the now vacant space for me to fill.
I lowered my self on the chair, suddenly feeling very self conscious. I was not smelling or anything, but I also did not smell nice.
I tightened my arms around my self and tried to manage a small smile to the little crowd all looking at me curiously.
" Seems she is the shy type. Let me tell you something sugar. Here, there is no shy type. We all work together to achieve and get through every day. So if you think keeping quiet is going to help you out, you are flat out wrong. I would advise you to actually try to introduce yourself." Henry said.
I knew him, he was a pack member that assisted around the house. He always threw stones or sticks and insults my way anytime he saw me walk past.
The memory cut through my heart as I stared at him, trying to will my chest to stop beating so fast
I swallowed. I should make friends. Even if it has to be with this crowd of people. They were all alike.
They were all alike, just like the snobby wolves out there stuffing their face full with food.
But I was with them, and they had no idea who I was. I should at least try to get along with them.
With that thought in mind, I said.
" Hi, my name is Aurora" not telling them my my real name.
"If I stir one thread, I risk the entire cloth. I risk an unknown decision in the world, unlooked-for disasters, unlooked-for tragedies, a chain reaction with ghastly and far-reaching effects. I can change one thing, but in changing it, I may damn thousands more to suffering and death." He looked at the tapestry, at the pattern of cause and effect, at the balance of fate. "Every moment, every choice, is a strand of it, all woven into the fabric of the larger tapestry. To meddle with one thread is to risk unraveling the whole tapestry. “My history, my experience, all the hurt that I've endured, all the lessons that I've learned, they've hardened me into who I am. They've hardened my choices, my better traits, my strength, my compassion. I can't rip them out and remove myself. I can’t unravel the very thing that makes me me." Silence, the sole soft buzz of the loom, the disconnected click of the Goddess's fingers on the loom. And the loom exploded into light, soft, otherworldly light
Kali’s POVI waited patiently in front of the portal, the ritual I had offered to the Moon Goddess should have made the journey easier and smoother. The basket of food I had made remained on the ground untouched.Soon there was a sound that imitated that of a waterfall and Dorian appeared in front of me with the Moon Fang in his heard.He wanted to utter some words but stopped when he realized he couldn’t, he took a step towards me and fell flat on his face.“Don’t move. Just eat this” I said, handing him food from the basket. He looked at me in confusion before he slowly started eating.“To answer your unanswered question, you’re coming from a supernatural place. Your mortal body can only take so much. You need to eat to replenish your energy- and if you remember correctly, you weren’t able to move until the Moon Goddess told you to”He stuttered before being able to pronounce his words right. “I thought that was because of fear.”“No, your mortal body needed to be given a push from
"If I stir one thread, I risk the entire cloth. I risk an unknown decision in the world, unlooked-for disasters, unlooked-for tragedies, a chain reaction with ghastly and far-reaching effects. I can change one thing, but in changing it, I may damn thousands more to suffering and death."He looked at the tapestry, at the pattern of cause and effect, at the balance of fate. "Every moment, every choice, is a strand of it, all woven into the fabric of the larger tapestry. To meddle with one thread is to risk unraveling the whole tapestry.“My history, my experience, all the hurt that I've endured, all the lessons that I've learned, they've hardened me into who I am. They've hardened my choices, my better traits, my strength, my compassion. I can't rip them out and remove myself. I can’t unravel the very thing that makes me me."Silence, the sole soft buzz of the loom, the disconnected click of the Goddess's fingers on the loom. And the loom exploded into light, soft, otherworldly light p
And through the noise, he heard it. His voice. Not thundering, not booming, but clear, firm and commanding. One of not the greatest, one of the inner dedication of himself, of his own volition. "Keep climbing." And of course, he did. Barging through the voices still whispering over his shoulders, hearing more distinctly the voice that told him to keep climbing, his unwavering will seeping out of him. He crawled up on enthusiastic arms, bellowing chest, thudding and whining hands. He kept on going even when he started bleeding; but he didn’t stop until he had stretched to the farthest distant point of the tower; until his hands spun on whirling vapor around the top of it. The instant he set his foot upon the peak of the tower, the tower disappeared, disappeared like nothing was ever there. He was once again standing on the ground, the wind dancing round him, cloud-like substance tugging at his ankles. And then the vision stole his breath, the earth of the world miles beneath him, b
Dorian watched, his own heart constricting in compassion and pity. This is the test. This is the "sharing" that the Goddess meant when she had spoken of "sharing." There was nothing whatsoever to do with the food here, but rather with the sharing, the reaching out beyond self for others in need. He rolled around, he bellowed at them with his parched-throat, "Come here." "There is food," he croaked in that voice, so off into the alley. They retreated though, in sore eyes, an incredulous disgust born of endless disappointment. People had promised them food before; but it turned out to be empty promises born out of soul-racking disdain for their kind. "Lies" wheezed the old man, the rough rasping breath, the broken voice of one who had lost all his hopes many moons ago. "There is nothing for us." He repeated. Dorian’s head shook, solemn eyes imploring. "Come," he urged. "You will see." They ascended step by agonized step, their bodies weak from hunger. From the alleyway and into th
Dorian's boots scraped along the pearlescent surface at best, the ground looking infinitely smooth. He was walking on solid moonlight, as much as anything was. Some weightless ground that offered not even the slightest foot hold to him. He had never been too afraid to attempt a trial before, but this time was different.The Goddess stood before him, shifting forms, showing off eternity and intimidating magic. One minute she was a lovely woman that could be seen, her beauty desolate beneath the burden of centuries gone and her eyes blazing silver like the fury of the beast; the next she was a great presence, felt and not seen but nevertheless there.This eternal back-and-forth motion between the seen and the unseen was most likely the world’s secret, the union of heaven and the earth. Those eyes, those two fountains of luminous silver, captivated Dorian, but rather than make him feel at ease, he felt intimidated, a bit frightened even."You want the Moon Fang, and you’ve come all this
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