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BRIANA
At the moment I woke, my body ached all over, leaving me sore and a little dizzy. Blinking against the light, I looked around the familiar room, and despite my exhaustion, a smile crept onto my lips. Last night had been one of the most important nights of my life. I had finally turned eighteen. The pack had welcomed me as an adult, and I'd been told my training to become the next beta would begin soon. I inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent still clinging to the pillow beside me. Drake. His scent-pine mixed with fresh citrus-made my heart race. Drake Summer. My best friend since childhood. My constant sparring partner. My partner in every game and challenge. And now... my mate. The thought filled me with warmth. Drake and I had always gone toe to toe in training, neither of us ever backing down. He knew my strength, just as I knew his. I trusted him, trusted that even though he was still dating Laura, he would do what was right. He would tell everyone in Moonveil Park that I was his true mate. A wide grin stretched across my face. Only last year, my life had shattered when my parents died, sacrificing themselves to save Alpha Marcus and Drake from a surprise rogue attack at dawn. I had lost my family that day. But fate had given me another chance. Soon, I would be Luna, the future queen of this pack. In that role, I would finally gain another family-Alpha Marcus as my father-in-law, and David and Linda Bruce as my uncle and aunt. Thinking about Drake, I turned to the empty side of the bed. My chest tightened when I saw only his t-shirt and boxer briefs left behind, carrying that same intoxicating pine-and-citrus scent. Where had he gone? Frowning, I reached out to him through our mind link. The connection should have been easy, but something blocked me. My heart thumped hard. I tried again, more desperate this time, but still... nothing. Silence. Confusion and unease settled over me. Why couldn't I reach him? That shouldn't even be possible. Pushing away my nerves, I decided I'd find him face-to-face and talk through what came next. Pulling on the clothes he'd left for me, I dressed quickly. I was just about to rise from the bed when the door slammed open. Laura Cross stormed in, flanked by her loyal followers. "Well, if it isn't the little home-wrecker," she sneered, taking a deliberate step forward. My muscles tightened as I glared at her, anger flashing hot inside me. If anyone was the home-wrecker, it was her. "Show some respect for your future Luna," I snapped, my voice sharp. "I am Drake's mate." Shock flickered across her face, quickly replaced by raw fury. Laura had hated me from the first day she'd arrived in Moonveil Pack. She wasn't born here, she was the daughter of the alpha of Blood Oath, the largest and most feared pack in the region. Ten years ago, Alpha Marcus had made a deal with her father, and Laura had been sent to live here. When she turned fourteen, she started dating Drake, and from that moment on, she had made it her mission to torment me. Why? Simply because I was close with Drake and Peter Wood. "You will never be Luna of Moonveil Pack!" she screeched, her voice high-pitched with rage. "That title belongs to me, and it always will!" I opened my mouth, ready to demand what she meant, but before I could utter a word, her minions lunged at me. Pearl, the strawberry-blonde she-wolf, seized my hair and yanked me off the bed, slamming me hard against the floor. The bitter, burning scent of wolfsbane clung to her fingers. A furious growl ripped from my chest. Wolfsbane. The most dangerous poison to our kind. And they dared use it against me-a ranked wolf? Snarling, I lashed out with my foot, the heel slamming into Pearl's stomach. She flew backward, crashing into Laura with a sickening thud. Both went tumbling. But leaving myself open had consequences. The other two she-wolves, Ruby with her fiery red hair and Prism with her pale blonde locks, pounced on me. Their claws, coated in wolfsbane, tore into my skin. Agonizing fire burned through me as the poison seeped into my veins. My strength began to falter, but I refused to give in. I clawed and struck back as best as I could. At the same time, I sent an urgent S.O.S. through the pack link-only to be met with a wall of silence. Another block. Dread coiled in my stomach. The only one who could block me so completely was the alpha himself. Ruby's claws swiped for my face. I dodged at the last second, but her nails still grazed my shoulder. The poison spread faster, dragging my strength away with every heartbeat. "What the hell is going on?" a deep voice thundered from the doorway. Relief swept through me as my eyes darted up. Alpha Marcus stood there, his piercing grey eyes blazing as he took in the chaotic scene. Laura was already hiding behind him, her lip jutted out in a pout, a dark bruise forming on her cheek from Pearl's earlier collision. "Briana attacked Laura," Ruby said quickly, her voice laced with false innocence. A snarl ripped from my throat. I turned to the alpha, ready to tell him the truth, but his answering growl roared louder, pressing down on me with suffocating dominance. The weight of his power forced me to bow my head, my body trembling against my will. "I will not tolerate anyone attacking a visiting delegate," Alpha Marcus snapped. His voice was sharp and merciless. Before I could speak, his iron grip clamped around my wrist. His eyes glazed over as he linked the pack. He was calling them. Panic spiked in my chest. In an instant, Marcus dragged me from his son's room, down the hallway and three flights of stairs, before shoving me out the heavy Moon doors of the five-story pack house. I stumbled, barely catching myself before I hit the ground. I lifted my head, glaring at the man my parents had died protecting. And then it struck me. His glazed eyes weren't just fury, they were a message. He had summoned the pack to gather. For a trial. My blood turned to ice as dread wrapped its claws around me. Something had shifted overnight. Something dark. And I was at the very heart of it.BRIANA "Alpha Briana!"I turn at the sound of my name, one hand resting on my growing stomach, to see who's calling me. Running toward me from the direction of the packhouse is Riley, the young teen from the training group. He waves his right hand high in the air while clutching a basket with the other. I can't help but smile and shake my head at his energy, waiting for him to reach me."Riley, you know you don't have to call me Alpha," I say when he finally stops in front of me, panting hard from his run."I know, but it just sounds cool," he says, grinning proudly. His enthusiasm makes me laugh as I reach out to ruffle his messy brown hair."So, what brings you here?" I ask, turning to open the greenhouse door behind me."I heard you were picking berries and thought I could help," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.I chuckle again and motion for him to follow. Inside, the air is warm and sweet, wrapping around us like a blanket. I hang my winter coat on a hook and hand
DRAKE Briana and I had chosen the old pine tree towering behind the packhouse as the perfect place for tonight’s ceremony. According to my aunt, this tree had stood since the very start of the Moonveil Pack—watching generations rise and fall. It had witnessed victories, heartbreaks, betrayals, and rebirths. And tonight, it would watch again as Briana and I stepped into a new chapter—not just for ourselves, but for everyone who called this pack home.A white carpet stretched from the packhouse steps to the base of the pine, glowing faintly under the full moon. Pack members filled both sides, their faces bright with excitement and pride. As Briana and I walked side by side down the carpet, the soft murmur of the crowd followed us—wishes of good fortune, blessings for our future, and the occasional cheer that made Briana’s smile widen.Under the spreading branches, Amos stood waiting, his white ceremonial robe fluttering in the breeze. Just behind him, to the right, stood Nox, dressed
DRAKE Sitting at the vanity in my room, the one Briana had insisted be placed here, I quietly watch as she slips into the white dress she and Linda bought in town a few days ago. It’s been seven long days since we reclaimed Moonveil Pack from Marcus and Laura. Seven days of justice, executing those who betrayed their kin and sided with those vile wolves. Seven days of rebuilding what was broken, working with Peter, Evette, and Royce to learn everyone’s strengths, weaknesses, and where they truly belonged.It surprised us how many wolves had been wrongly ranked. Some who had been labeled as omegas were actually gifted warriors or skilled hunters. During tonight’s ceremony, those wolves would finally receive their rightful promotions.“Drake, can you help zip this up?” Briana’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. Her blue eyes meet mine in the mirror, and I can’t help but smile. Standing, I move behind her and carefully zip up the dress, my fingers brushing against her soft skin. She shi
BRIANA Sitting across from Amos, I quietly watch as he takes a sip from the mug of coffee Sarah brought in. Breakfast had just ended, and while waiting for Linda and David to join us, Drake and I decided to bring Amos into his office for a private talk. Sarah—one of the few wolves we fully trusted in Moonveil at this early stage—had been kind enough to prepare refreshments for everyone.“Sorry we’re late.”The sound of David’s voice draws my attention to the door. He walks in, followed closely by a tired-looking Linda. I know they’ve been packing and preparing to head back to Silver Paw tomorrow morning, and guilt tugs at me for asking them to attend this meeting when they have so much to handle already.“No need to apologize, Luna David,” Amos says warmly, waving his hand. “I see you brought along another guest.”I stiffen. There’s a faint new scent in the air—blackberries and pine—and it definitely doesn’t belong to anyone from Moonveil. I inhale again, confirming the unfamiliar pr
BRIANA Sitting quietly in Drake’s office, a warm mug of apple cider in my hands, I gaze out the window and watch wolves from Moonveil Pack moving in and out of the building. The rhythm of their movements feels oddly comforting after the chaos of the last few days.When we returned from visiting what was left of my childhood home, Linda was already waiting for us. She hadn’t said much at first—just pulled me into her embrace, her rose-scented perfume wrapping around me like a shield against the world. Her touch, her calm voice, everything about her felt motherly, steady, and safe. She had walked me here, into Drake’s office, while he went to get us something to eat. I’d curled up on the couch, still wrapped in her warmth and silent comfort, letting her hum lull me to sleep while her fingers gently ran through my hair.When I woke up, Linda was gone, replaced by a quiet stillness. On the table beside me sat a steaming mug of cider and a handwritten note in Drake’s neat handwriting. Res
BRIANA Taking a deep breath, I prepare myself to see what’s left of my childhood home. Two days have passed since we killed Marcus and Laura—two long, quiet days of meeting the new members of the Moonveil Pack and trying to fix the chaos they left behind. Yesterday, Peter, Linda, and David asked Drake and me to speak in private. Their faces were serious, and my stomach twisted before they even said a word.We went to Drake’s office, where he shut the door behind us. My palms were sweaty as I sat beside him, gripping his hand tightly, afraid of what they were about to tell me. That’s when Peter broke the news—my childhood home had been burned to the ground.At first, I couldn’t believe it. My heart refused to accept it. But then Linda called in Sarah, who sadly confirmed it. She told me how Laura had ordered my home destroyed not long after Drake and Peter left Moonveil. Some wolves had tried to stop her and put out the flames, but Laura had forced Marcus’ loyal men to pour gasoline







