“I have to take my leave now, Nora,” Elias smiled, his dimples pressing into his cheeks like they were carved just for moments like this. “The Alpha has me running errands all day. I just came to see if you finally woke up.” His voice carried a playful tune, like he was trying to hide the weight of his duties behind light words.
“Alright,” I chuckled, though it sounded thinner than I wanted. My lips pulled into a smile, genuine this time. “Thank you for coming. I really appreciate your kindness. Thank you once again.”
He paused for a second, his eyes lingering on mine like he wanted to say more. Instead, his shadow stretched across the pale wall of my room as he turned toward the door. “I will see you around after you’re discharged,” he said, his voice echoing softly, almost too gentle for a warrior.
“You’ll be discharged tomorrow, Nora. You are already healing, and I can see you’re getting stronger,” the nurse added with a bright smile. Her presence always reminded me of sunlight breaking into a dark room temporary, but warm enough to make you forget for a heartbeat how cold the world really was.
As soon as they left, silence poured in, thick and heavy.
“Oh, shit,” I muttered under my breath, covering my face with the thin hospital blanket. Why can’t I just stay here? I don’t even like medication, but these three days of lying in this room have given me a kind of peace I’ve never tasted before. Peace that doesn’t exist outside these walls.
Outside, Helen waits. Her cruelty. Her sharp tongue and sharper eyes. The rot of her presence, the constant reminder that I don’t belong, that I am the stain no one wants to see.
Why can’t I just disappear?
The door clicked shut and the sound echoed through my bones. My chest ached as I looked around. No Ellias, no nurse, no warmth. Just silence. The kind that presses into your ears until it feels like the world is holding its breath.
The room suddenly felt colder. A shiver ran down my spine and I wrapped the blanket tighter around me. Alone. Always alone.
Why does it feel different after Ellias leaves? Why does the emptiness sharpen, almost like something inside me reaches for him, only to grab air? First the Alpha, now Ellias both holding back pieces of something I’m not allowed to see. Something I’m too small to understand.
What is this feeling?
I stared up at the ceiling, my thoughts clawing through me. If only I could see the Moon Goddess, maybe she would have the answers. Maybe she would tell me why I was cursed to live this way wolf-less, unwanted, unloved.
If I had my wolf, she would be my friend. My companion. My other half. I’ve heard so many stories whispers in the corridors, drunken boasts at the feast fires, gossip from young wolves fresh after their first shift. They say your wolf speaks to you, becomes your comfort when the world turns cold.
They say it’s like having a sister who never betrays you, a brother who never abandons you. They say your wolf teaches you strength, whispers courage when you think you’re too weak to rise.
But me? Nothing. Silence.
I’ve never shifted. Never heard that voice in my head. Never felt that bond everyone else seems to carry so easily.
Every time I see a packmate talking to themselves in low murmurs, their eyes glazed in that tell-tale way, I know it’s their wolf. I see the tiny smiles tug at their lips, the secret conversations I’ll never be part of. And jealousy burns me alive from the inside out.
Why me? Why was I chosen to be less?
Maybe the Moon Goddess is punishing me. Maybe she hates me the way the pack does. Maybe that’s why she never gifted me with my wolf.
I turned on my side, pressing my palm against my chest as if to calm the storm inside. The truth waiting for me tomorrow made my stomach churn.
Even with my health unsteady, I still have to leave. Still have to face Helen’s cruelty again. Still have to pretend I’m strong when all I want is to break into a thousand pieces.
I sighed, long and heavy, trying to empty the pain out of me. The room blurred as my eyelids grew heavy.
And then, without warning, I drifted.
At first, I thought it was sleep. But it wasn’t.
The world around me changed, slow and strange, until the white walls melted into silver shadows. The ceiling dissolved into a night sky, painted with a thousand stars that pulsed brighter than I’d ever seen. The air carried a hum, soft but unshakable, like it wanted to speak but couldn’t yet find the words.
My breath caught.
This wasn’t the hospital.
I looked down at myself, but my body shimmered like smoke, fading and solid all at once. A dream but no dream I’d ever known.
And then I saw it.
The moon. Full, luminous, so close it felt like I could reach up and touch it. My chest ached at the sight, my heart beating against my ribs like it was trying to answer some call only it could hear.
A voice not spoken, but felt brushed through me like the wind.
“Nora…”
I froze. My hands trembled. My heart skipped so hard it hurt.
Who was that?
The sound was soft, distant, but familiar in a way that tore me open. Like a whisper I’d been waiting my whole life to hear.
I spun around, searching the silver shadows. Nothing. Only the stretch of stars, the endless pull of the moon above.
But the voice came again, clearer this time.
“Nora…”
The air grew colder. My skin prickled. My chest tightened as if invisible hands were pressing down, forcing me to listen.
Was it?
Could it be?
My wolf?
Tears stung my eyes before I could stop them. My throat closed around a sob I didn’t dare release. For the first time, I felt the brush of something inside me. Something that wasn’t just my loneliness screaming back at me.
But then the silver sky began to crack. A shadow cut across the moon. Darkness swallowed the stars one by one, like teeth biting through light.
And just as the voice was about to speak again, the entire world shattered into blackness.
I gasped awake, my chest heaving, my blanket damp with sweat. My heart thundered in my ears so loud I thought it would burst.
The hospital room was back. White walls. Silent air. Empty bed beside mine.
But I wasn’t the same.
Because for the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure if I was truly alone.
And somewhere deep inside, I swore I heard a faint, broken whisper a voice cut off too soon.
Tomorrow, Nora.
I swallowed hard, pressing my fist to my chest. Tomorrow. Something waits for me tomorrow.
But is it my wolf? Or something far more dangerous?
My stomach betrayed me again.The loud growl echoed in my room, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since morning. I had been lying on the bed crying since sunrise, and now it was almost evening. My eyes were swollen, my chest heavy, and my head ached.I wanted to keep lying there, but the hunger dragged me back. My body was weak. I pushed myself up slowly, dragging my feet to the door. Even the wooden handle felt heavy in my palm. With all my strength, I pulled it open.The air outside my room felt cooler, but my legs didn’t want to carry me. I had curled them so long while crying that they had gone numb. Limping, I held on to the railing as I went downstairs, one step at a time. Each step was like fire shooting through my veins, but I knew I had to get food or I would faint.The smell hit me before I even reached the kitchen. Meat. Roasted, seasoned, still warm. I could also smell butter, mashed potatoes, and the sweet citrus of orange juice. My stomach tightened so hard it almost hurt
The night after the dream was long. I kept turning and turning until my back ached. The voice kept coming back like a sting soft and strange. Nora… I kept hearing it. I don’t understand this dream at all. What did it mean? Is the Moon Goddess playing tricks on me? Or is my head finally breaking from all the loneliness?I drifted, and the sleep was thin. This time, nature came into the dream, wind through trees, the smell of wet earth. It felt safe for a little while, like a hand I hadn’t known I wanted. But peace never lasted. I woke with the beeping machine and sunlight in my face, my heart hammering like I had run a long way.The nurse was there with her same glowing smile. She must keep a sun in her pocket because she always comes in like a bright thing. “Good afternoon, Nora. How are you doing today?” she said like she always asked and always meant it.“Afternoon?” I muttered. For a second I lost time. Past two already? Where did the morning go? At home, I was up by seven. I go fo
“I have to take my leave now, Nora,” Elias smiled, his dimples pressing into his cheeks like they were carved just for moments like this. “The Alpha has me running errands all day. I just came to see if you finally woke up.” His voice carried a playful tune, like he was trying to hide the weight of his duties behind light words.“Alright,” I chuckled, though it sounded thinner than I wanted. My lips pulled into a smile, genuine this time. “Thank you for coming. I really appreciate your kindness. Thank you once again.”He paused for a second, his eyes lingering on mine like he wanted to say more. Instead, his shadow stretched across the pale wall of my room as he turned toward the door. “I will see you around after you’re discharged,” he said, his voice echoing softly, almost too gentle for a warrior.“You’ll be discharged tomorrow, Nora. You are already healing, and I can see you’re getting stronger,” the nurse added with a bright smile. Her presence always reminded me of sunlight bre
“How are you, my princess?” Alpha Johnson’s voice was gentle, carrying the kind of warmth every child dreamed of receiving from their father. His lips curved into a soft smile as his gaze settled on Helen.“Daddy, I would like to see you,” Helen said, her tone sharp, her eyes flickering in my direction with a look of pure disdain.Her glance pierced through me like knives. What did I do to this girl? No matter what I said, no matter how I behaved, she always found a way to ruin my peace. It was as if my mere existence was an offense to her.“Little Nora,” Alpha Johnson said, turning to me. “I will talk to you later. I need to attend to my daughter first.”My heart clenched painfully at his words. The man who stood before me, the one who was supposed to protect me, to guide me, to value me as family, dismissed me with such ease. He chose Helen, again. He always chose Helen.I tried to hold my composure, tried not to let my face betray the storm raging inside. “Okay,” I whispered, noddi
I was running.All around me were wolves of many colors black, brown, grey, even white. Their glowing eyes pierced the night, but not a single one of them looked at me. My chest rose and fell in panic. As wolves, they should have been able to smell my scent, feel my presence. But no one turned. No one saw me.“Why can’t you see me?” I whispered, my voice weak.They passed me like shadows, their paws pounding the earth, their breath heavy in unison. It was like I didn’t exist. My legs trembled beneath me, the weight of the silence pressing against my chest. What if I really were dead?I reached out desperately to touch one of them, but my hand slipped through like smoke. A chill spread up my arm. My knees buckled, and I fell to the ground. My mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out only emptiness.And then beep.The sharp sound cut through the darkness like a knife. I turned, searching, but the wolves vanished as if they were never there.I snapped my eyes open.The white ceiling
Nora“Hey, where are you going with those tiny legs of yours?” Helen scoffed, coming closer towards me.Oh shit, not again. I cursed under my breath.“I-I’m going to my room,” I stuttered, my hand shaking and my whole body shivering.“Did a cat catch your tongue?” Felicity blurted out. Her voice echoed, making me realize Helen was never alone. She and her friends always followed, like shadows that brought nothing but pain.They laughed. They always laughed.“Oh baby girl, don’t mind that piglet of a girl. Maybe her dead parents died with her tongue,” Helen chuckled. The sound of her cruel voice stabbed through me, and her friends burst out laughing behind her.Hot water,no, tears dropped down my cheeks before I could stop them. Reminding me of my parents’ death was always their favorite weapon. My precious uncle had told me the story again and again. He said my parents were brutally killed by rogues that stormed the pack sixteen years ago.My father had fought bravely. He tried to pro