LOGINWeek One. “Again,” I called out. Ariana panted on the training mat. Sweat dripped down her face. “I can’t.” “You can.” I walked over. “You’re fast, Ariana. Faster than anyone here. You’re fighting like you’re still trying to overpower opponents.” She looked up at me. “Speed is your weapon,” I continued. “Stop trying to match their strength. Use your agility. Make them chase you until they’re exhausted.” Understanding flickered in her eyes. “Show me.” She stood. We squared off. This time, when I attacked, she didn’t meet me head-on. She dodged. Slipped around my guard. Struck from an unexpected angle. I smiled. “Better.” Shane was different. Pure power. No finesse. “You’re a wall,” I told him after watching him spar. “Immovable. That’s good.” He grunted. “Walls can be climbed. Bypassed.” I circled him. “You need to be a wall that fights back.” “How?” “Timing. Let them think they’ve found an opening. Crush them when they commit.” His eyes
Valtherion found me that evening. I was standing in the empty meeting hall, imagining it full. "Nervous?" he asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind. I leaned into him. "Terrified." "Why?" "What if I mess this up? What if I'm not a good enough Alpha for them?" "Luna." Valtherion turned me gently to face him. "You've already proven yourself. You gave them safety, respect… hope." His hands cupped my face, steady and warm. "Tomorrow you'll give them a family. That's all they need." I kissed him. Soft. Grateful. "Will you be there?" I asked. "At the ceremony?" "If you want me." "I do." "I'll be there." He smiled, certain. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." The next night, the moon rose full and bright. We gathered in the empty lot behind the warehouses. All eight of my pack members. Plus Valtherion, watching from the edge with his Beta. I'd dressed simply. Black pants. White shirt. My hair loose. This wasn't about appearance. It was about meaning. The pack
Two days later, Valtherion drove me across New Haven. We left the gleaming downtown district behind. Passed through industrial zones. Kept going until the buildings grew older, emptier. "Where are we going?" I asked. Valtherion smiled. Said nothing. He turned down a narrow street. Abandoned warehouses lined both sides. Broken windows. Graffiti-covered walls. The area looked forgotten. Dead. He stopped in front of a massive complex. Five interconnected warehouse buildings. Easily fifty thousand square feet. My breath caught. "Valtherion..." He stepped out. Came around to open my door. I climbed onto cracked pavement. Stared up at the buildings. "It's yours," he said simply. I turned to him. "What?" "The entire compound. All five buildings. The surrounding land." Valtherion pulled a folder from his car. "The deed is already being transferred into your name." My hands trembled as I took the documents. "Valtherion, this is... this is too much."
Another kiss. This one deeper. I felt myself arch into him. Felt his hand tighten in my hair. His phone rang. Valtherion growled against my mouth. "Ignore it." It kept ringing. "Valtherion." "They can wait." The ringtone shifted. Changed to something more urgent. He pulled back with a curse. "That's my Beta. Emergency line." I stepped back, giving him space. Valtherion answered, his eyes never leaving mine. "This better be good." His expression shifted. Darkened. "When?" A pause. "I see. Forward it to me." He hung up. "What is it?" "Official communication from Silvermere Pack. Delivered to Crimson Fang headquarters an hour ago." Ice ran down my spine. "What does it say?" Valtherion's jaw clenched. "They're formally requesting your return. Citing pack law and family obligation." "If I refuse?" "They'll petition the Regional Council to issue a warrant." His eyes flashed. "Claim you're a rogue who abandoned her pack." The air left my lungs. A rogue warrant would m
The elevator ride to Valtherion’s penthouse was silent. His hand never left my lower back. Possessive. Protective. The touch burned through my shirt. I should pull away. I didn’t. The doors opened directly into his apartment. Floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights sprawling below. Everything was steel, glass and expensive. He guided me inside. The door clicked shut behind us. He turned. "Aurelia Veythorne." Not a question. A statement. His voice was low. Controlled. I heard the tension underneath. I met his eyes. "Yes." "The Aurelia Veythorne who couldn't shift at her Coming of Age." "Yes." "The one Darian Blackmere rejected in front of her entire pack." My jaw clenched. "Yes." Silence stretched between us. Valtherion's expression was unreadable. His Alpha presence filled the room, pressing against my skin. I forced myself not to look away. "If you want me to leave." "No." The word came fast. Sharp. He closed the distance betwee
"My name," I said, my voice came out flat, cold and perfectly steady, "is Luna Ghost." She stared at me. The tears kept falling, the shock on her face was beginning to harden into something else. Confusion. Hurt. The beginning of anger. "What are you talking about? Lia, you." I released her wrists. Stepped back. One step. Two. Enough distance to make the point unmistakable. I reached up, pulled the mask off. It came away easily, one hand, a single motion. I let it drop to the concrete at my feet. It hit with a quiet sound, swallowed by the silence that had fallen over the pit. I didn't need it anymore. Not after this. Not after Mira had ripped the last of the pretense away in front of a hundred people. Zane was out there somewhere. Watching. He always was. So I looked up at the crowd, bare-faced, dual bloodline still blazing behind my eyes. I spoke. "My name is Luna Ghost." I let the words carry, the way Zane had taught me, with weight, with authority, with the full fo







