Even moonlight ceremonies had to be perfect.
Selene ran her fingers over the silver-threaded dress that lay on her bed, remembering how her mom talked of moonlight ceremonies- simply magical nights when bonds were made between chosen mates as they declared their love under the full moon's blessing. She's spent countless hours imagining her own, especially since Caden had started courting her six months ago.
"You're doing it again." Lila's voice floated down from the bathroom where she was arranging ceremonial flowers. "That dreamy smile. Thinking about a certain Beta?"
"Can you blame me?" Selene flopped onto her bed, careful not to wrinkle the dress. "Remember the bonfire last week? The way he looked at me when he gave me this?" She held up her wrist, the silver charm bracelet catching the morning light.
Lila's response was oddly delayed. "Yeah. I remember."
Something in her tone made Selene sit up. "Li? What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Lila emerged from the bathroom, close but wouldn't quite meet her friend's eyes. "Just wondering if you've noticed anything... different lately?"
"Noticed anything different?"
Before Lila could answer, there came a chorus of excited voices from the courtyard below. Selene ran over to the window. The younger members of the pack busily worked in preparations for the evening's ceremony, hanging lanterns and arranging seating. Marina was among them, her copper hair shining as she directed the scene with trained authority.
"Looks like Marina has really taken charge of the decorations," said Selene, little by little. "That's good of her."
Lila made a weird noise that was neither good nor bad. "Good is hardly the word I would use."
"What does that mean?”
"Nothing, just…" Lila set the flowers down and seated herself beside Selene. "Haven't you found it strange why she's so interested in your ceremony? As far as I know, she does everything, right from flowers to sitting arrangements. She's being adamant about even turning the usual time of such occasions from midnight to sunset."
"Though really, she is very helpful," Selene muttered, not entirely convinced since a tiny lump had formed in her stomach. "Besides, he and Caden have been childhood friends, so it made sense that she wanted to be involved."
"At least a bit too involved in my view." Lila plucked one moonflower, absently shredding its petals. "Have you noticed how else she's been cropping up around the Beta's office nowadays? There's almost always some question about arrangements for the ceremony... "
The knot tightened. Now that Lila had brought it up, Marina had been visiting a lot recently. But surely that didn't mean…
That thought was cut short by a knock. Her mother came in, bearing an 'aged silk' wrapped parcel. "Look what came today! Your grandmother's…" She trailed off, looking between them again. "Is everything alright?"
"Fine," Selene answered quickly. "Just ceremony jitters."
Her mother's eyes narrowed as she set down the parcel and pulled out her phone. "Oh, that reminds me - didn't Caden mention to you about a change in the ritual order? He submitted it early this morning."
"Change? What 'change'?"
"Mate declaration. He's asked permission to talk first, before you. It's unusual - back traditionally, the female speaks first, but..." She frowned at her phone. "Actually, the request came through Marina's office. I assumed he had discussed it with you."
The knot in Selene's stomach expanded. A memory surfaced, with Caden and Marina huddled over papers in his office yesterday who fell silent when Selene entered. At the time, she'd assumed it was ceremony planning. Now...
"I need to get out," Selene stood quickly. "Just... give me a minute?”
She fled down the corridor, her thoughts whirring. Each odd moment slotted into place, forming the uncomfortable image of Marina always being around. Caden's recent distraction. The changed time of the ceremony. Reversed speaking order.
Lost in thought, she almost collided with someone turning the corner.
"Careful, little wolf. " Marina steadied her, smiling perfectly as always. A folded paper slipped from her hand, landing face-up between them.
It was a draft of the mate declaration ceremony. But the name written beside Caden's wasn't Selene's.
Before she could make sense of what she had seen, though, Marina snatched it from her grasp. Diamond smooth. "Wrong draft," she said. "You weren't supposed to see that yet."
She walked away, leaving Selene frozen in the hallway, that last word echoing in her mind.
Yet.
Six hours until the ceremony and all of a sudden Selene wasn't sure she knew anything anymore.
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Selene forced the heavy doors of the pack archives open, trembling hands taking part in the act. She needed proof-evidence that would either eliminate all her hunches or confirm them. All these documents in the archives contained ceremonial documents, mate declarations included.
The musty room was silent aside from her speeding heartbeat as she moved just a gust of wind headed for the last shelf where all new worm-eaten declaring drafts accumulated. But then as soon as she rounded the last shelf, voices purled from the back corner.
"Everything's arranged." Marina, the self- smug and satisfied voice, "The old fool thinks he's doing us a favor by changing the ceremony time.”
"Lower your voice," was the continued sharp retort from Caden. "If anyone's to-"
"They won't. Sweet, trusting Selene hasn't sensed a thing. Your little gift almost ruined everything. Anyway, it hasn't been in the plan," Caden muttered. "I just... she looked so happy at the bonfire. For a moment, I almost..."
"Almost what?" At that point, Marina's voice turned dangerous. "Had second thoughts? Need I remind you what's at stake?"
Selene leaned closer, barely breathing. What stake? What plan?
A creak under her foot sounded from the floorboard.
The voices halted.
Heart pounding, Selene ducked behind a shelf as footsteps approached. Through a gap in the books, she watched Marina stride past, something gleaming in her hand - a key? An old letter? She couldn't quite see.
Minutes later, Caden emerged from the back corner. But instead of following Marina, he hesitated. His hand brushed against the shelf, dislodging a small book that fell open at his feet. He stared at it for a long moment before walking away, leaving it there.
When their footsteps faded, Selene crept forward. The fallen book was a collection of old pack laws. It had opened to a page about mate ceremonies, with one line underlined in faded ink:
"A mate bond, once declared, supersedes all prior claims and arrangements."
Prior claims? Arrangements?
A memory stirred from the previous month's pack council meeting. Fragments of binding contracts and northern alliance had trickled past her ears, but she had paid it no mind. Now, she wondered if she should have.
Returning to her room, Lila found herself pacing with an anxious heart.
"Where have you been? Your mother's looking everywhere! The ceremonial bath starts in an hour and-" Lila stopped suddenly, fetching her to observe the expression on her face. "What happened?"
"I need you to do something for me." Selene's voice remained steady even though her mind was swirling in chaos. "Find out everything there is to know about Marina's family. Especially anything related to northern packs."
"Why? What were you told?"
"Just a feeling." She picked up her grandmother's ceremonial dress; only now did she notice how its silver threads encircled each other in a pattern of chains instead of the usual moon phases. "Something bigger is happening tonight. And I don't think it has anything to do with love."
As if to support this, a howl echoed throughout the pack grounds-the incoming call of the visiting wolves. A group of the unfamiliar wolves was approaching the pack house through her window. An older wolf with Marina's coppertone hair led them.
Her father. The Alpha of the Northern pack.
Selene unclasped the silver bracelet, allowing it to fall beside the dress. The sun was beginning its descent, putting shades of blood and gold in the sky. In three hours, she'd stand before her pack and declare her love.
Or perhaps, unearth something much darker.
She hoped very much to have the truth clear before it was too late.
The spectral wolf that had stepped from the rift stood motionless, its body shimmering like mist caught in the faint breath of moonlight, its eyes locked onto Fenric with such terrible familiarity that even the strongest wolves of the Pack struggled to hold their ground beneath its gaze. The silence that followed its question was not truly silence at all, for every wolf’s breath came ragged and uneven, every heartbeat thudded heavy and discordant, and the fractured hum of the moon above them seemed to reverberate in their bones as though it too demanded an answer.Fenric’s throat felt dry, his lips cracked from the weight of the howl that had washed over them, and yet his voice rose clear, though each word seemed to carve itself out of him like a blade cutting flesh. “If you are what was taken, if you are the voices that the Elders buried, then I cannot bury you again, but I will not let your cries turn us into nothing but mourners chained to the dead. If I carry you, then it will be
The ground trembled beneath their feet, a low groan rising from the roots of the forest as though the very earth had felt the tearing of the sky, and the wolves staggered, claws digging into soil that no longer felt steady. The scar that split the moon still glowed faintly above them, a wound across its silver face that would not fade, and every wolf’s chest ached with the echo of it, as if their ribs had cracked under the strain of carrying that sound.Kaela pressed her palm into the dirt to steady herself, her face pale with disbelief, her voice little more than a whisper yet audible to all because no wolf dared speak above it. “The moon has bled, the Cycle is not merely broken, it is undone, and what binds us is unraveling.”Fenric stood at the center, his breath heavy, his body swaying with exhaustion yet his eyes burning with an unyielding fire, and he lifted his gaze slowly from the earth to the wolves who surrounded him, his words steady though his throat felt as if it had been
The night lay suffocated by the trembling moon, its light fractured and pale, spilling across the clearing where the wolves stood divided. The silver column that had borne Fenric into sight still glimmered faintly at his back, like the lingering breath of something ancient, but the brilliance was fading, leaving only shadows stretched long across the torn ground. Raelin held her sword raised, her eyes burning, her voice ragged as it carried across the wolves. “Do not bend your knees to him, do not mistake light for strength, do not let blood that is not of the Pack bind your loyalty, he is no Alpha, he is a vessel for what was meant to be buried.”Yet her words faltered as one after another, wolves stepped forward and lowered themselves to the ground, their knees pressed to the dirt, their eyes locked upon Fenric not with worship but with grim recognition. The first to kneel was Kaela, her blades still in her hands but lowered, her voice steady though her heart thundered within her ch
The Den trembled as though the very roots of the world had been torn apart. Trees cracked and fell, their splintered trunks crashing through the forest floor while the air itself quivered with the echo of voices that none of the waiting wolves could understand. Raelin stood with her sword drawn, her chest heaving as she watched the earth glow beneath their paws, the silver light pushing through every fissure in the ground like veins of molten fire. She tried to speak but her voice caught, her throat strangled by the weight of the unseen presence that surged beneath them.The younger wolves staggered backward, ears flat, tails low, their bodies pulled instinctively between the urge to run and the desperate loyalty that kept them rooted near the Den. Some snarled though it was fear rather than anger that shook them, others whimpered as though begging the moon to grant them clarity, but no prayer reached the night sky because the moon itself flickered above them like a wounded eye.Raeli
The light did not stop pouring from the altar when it first cracked, but surged until the entire chamber swam in brilliance that seared the eyes and drowned the air, pressing against skin like water though it burned with a coldness that made breath falter. Fenric staggered yet did not fall, his body trembling as the torrent of silver flooded through him, every nerve alive with voices not his own, thousands upon thousands of cries that had been silenced for centuries. Kaela shielded her face with her arms, her teeth clenched as if the weight of those voices pressed on her bones, while Sira forced her silverlight outward in a desperate attempt to hold herself steady against the force of the revelation.When the first image came it did not arrive gently but shattered through the light as though memory itself could not be contained any longer. The walls dissolved and the chamber became a forest long dead, the scent of pine rich in the air, the sound of running water echoing through the t
The hollow’s glow did not dim as Fenric set his weight upon the first stair but grew sharper and colder, each step drawing from him something he had never known he carried, as though the stone demanded blood not through wound or sacrifice but through recognition. His body trembled with the burden of invisible threads pulling against him, and still he pressed downward into the light, his jaw set in grim resolve, the sound of the voices echoing through the stairwell with every breath he took.Above him the Pack hesitated, wolves shifting on their paws with unease, eyes darting between the stair and the forest beyond, torn between instinct and loyalty, none daring to move until Kaela broke the silence with a voice laced with urgency. “Fenric, do not vanish into that light without us, if the hollow calls to you it does not mean you must face it alone, and if the voices belong to wolves who once lived then their truth should not be yours to bear in silence.”Raelin’s hand shot out to block