~Leila~
I looked into his glowing green eyes as I tried to free myself from his grip, but it was all a wasted effort. They were far too strong and bigger than I was. I stopped struggling, then humbling waited for him to let me go. “You win, now please let me go. I need to get back home to finish some important things.” I pleaded if he would eventually let me go. “Important things? What could be more important than serving the future Alpha of the pack? Liam growled as he smirked. Future Alpha? Liam was one of the triplets that would always remind that I was never a part of their family nor part of their pack I knew that there was no reasoning with him, I have lived with the triplets for years now and he was the most arrogant of the three, he was the one that I loved to avoid the most. I had put up with his attitude for years, but today I wanted to avoid him at all costs. At midnight, I would be eighteen and I would connect with my mate. “Liam, let me go. I need to prepare for tonight.” I said as I tried to free myself from his grip but it was all in vain, I felt my anger begin to grow inside me. I wanted to fight back but I was scared that he would go to extreme lengths to deal with me. “What In the world would you want to do in the ball, or do you think that you would find a mate? Ahh tough chance no one would want to be with you.” Liam growled with a smirk on his face. That was the last straw, I felt my wolf rage inside me, my anger had reached its breaking point. I shook my hands from his grip, I slapped him across the face. “I will find my mate, I will be with someone that appreciates me. Regardless of what you think or say about me.” I said with all my rage, I immediately regretted hitting him. Liam’s face and countenance changed, I could feel the bloodlust flowing all around him. This was the actual first time I fought back but I regretted my immediate action. “How dare you hit me! How dare you strike me! I will make sure you pay for that.” Liam grabs me by the neck, choking me. He lifted me from the floor with one hand only, I knew that he was out for revenge, I knew I was done for there was no saving me from his anger. “Liam, put her down now.” A voice howled from across the room, the voice belonged to the one person I didn’t expect to come to my rescue. “What is the meaning of this brother? How can I leave her after she has insulted her Alpha.” Liam growled, still holding me. “Future Alpha, you aren’t an Alpha yet so she did it to defend herself. You pushed her to the limit so she reacted the way anyone would, so let her go.” Elijah ordered with his face and tone unfazed. Liam released me from his grip, he felt defeated but he gave me a promising look to watch my back. He walked away not looking at Elijah, I turned immediately to thank Elijah. “Thank you Elijah, I’m grateful.” I bowed my head down to show my gratitude, this was not the first time Elijah had saved me from his brother’s torments. Elijah turns to me and says “I actually did want what I thought was the right thing to do, I can’t stand around and see wrong being done. I’m not going to be an Alpha that can’t place the right from the wrong.” He was about to walk away, he then stopped and handed me a bag. “My father said I should give you that, the shoes are from me.” Elijah said before walking away. “Thank you.” I whispered, not sure if he could hear me, I held the bag close to my heart. I cherished the gift I received. I turned and quickly dashed to my room. I kept the gift on my bed, I brought them out slowly. I saw a beautiful blue gown, its design was simply heavenly. Attached to the gown was a letter from father himself. It read; My dearest Leila, It only seemed like yesterday that I saw you in ruins of that burnt down village, a poor innocent girl that couldn’t stop crying. Many members of my pack said I should throw you away. I didn’t listen to them because I knew that one day I would look back and be happy that I didn’t. Over the years I have seen you grow from a child to a beautiful young woman. Tonight you turn eighteen and you will get bonded to your mate, many wolves from different packs will be here. No matter who your pack, or where he is from I will accept. You will always be my little moon rock. Love Orion. I closed the letter and looked once at the gown, I absolutely loved it. The last thing inside the bag was the shoe Elijah got me, I took it out of the bag and looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, I adored it. I began dancing around the room, I didn't notice Henry standing there. I quickly stopped, I couldn’t hide my happiness. Henry came in with a smile on his face, he looked at me and said. “Well you’re happy today, it’s nice to see you in that mood.” He smiled as he gave me a necklace, with a beautiful moonstone pendant. My entire heart leapt with joy. “Thank you, I love it Henry.” I said as I gave him a hug, I always felt safe with him and Elijah. But I always wished that Liam wouldn’t always be aggressive with me. Henry broke from the hug, he stepped back a bit and said. “Well I won’t hold you back from getting ready for the ball, I will see you tonight.” There was something about the way he said those words that made my wolf react.Leila’s POV The Blood Moon loomed above us, I stood at the edge of the ceremonial grounds, heart beating against my ribs like war drums.The pack had gathered. Hundreds of wolves lined the outer circle in silence. Young, old, wounded, strong. I looked down at my hands. The ceremonial robe I wore was white, stitched with silver threads that shined faintly with every step. The triplets stood across the sacred fire, each robed in deep crimson trimmed with black. Henry’s expression was calm. Elijah was proud and gentle. Liam looked tense but determined. Behind them, the full council sat in their stone seats. Orion was at the center, cane in one hand, gaze sharp despite his age.I stepped forward. I reached the center of the circle. The triplets turned to face me, one by one.Henry stepped forward first. His hand gently took mine. His eyes searched mine—not asking for permission, but offering a vow. He pressed a silver dagger against my wrist. I didn’t flinch. The blade slid cleanly,
Henry's POV The grounds smelled of ash, pine, and dried herbs. I stood at the edge of the ceremonial circle, watching as the young wolves moved in silence, laying down silverstone markers and sprinkling protective salts. The Blood Moon would rise in less than two nights, and everything had to be perfect.I knelt down and pressed my palm into the earth. The soil was warm. “Still?” Elijah’s voice came from behind.I didn’t turn. “Yes. There’s something beneath us, faint, like a shadow watching us.”“Elijah,” I said. “We may have driven Sabastian’s spirit back but some part of him still lingers. I can feel it in the ground, in the air.”He didn’t argue. He felt it too. We all did.We had cleared the traitor, banished Kane, and doubled the protective runes but the ache at the base of my spine remained. It was the same feeling I had every time Sabastian entered a room. I dusted off my hands and looked at the center of the circle. That’s where she would stand Leila. Our mate. Our Luna.
Leila povThe war was over but the fear remained. I could feel it in the way the young ones looked over their shoulders. In how they flinched when the wind howled too loud. I sat legs crossed in the middle of the training circle surrounded by twelve wolves. Most of them were just kids, some hadn’t shifted yet. Others had seen too much to ever shift peacefully again.I kept my voice calm as I guided them through breathing exercises. Elder Mira had taught me how to center a shaken wolf. I was trying my best to follow her steps. It worked… for a while.Until Ressa started shaking.Her fingers curled into claws, her eyes went wide, her breath came in gasps. I moved closer to her and kept my tone soft.“You’re okay, you’re safe.”She looked right through me. “I can hear him.”My skin turned cold. “Who Ressa?”“Sabastian,” she whispered. “He talks in my dreams, he says he’s not dead, he says he’s coming back.”The circle broke apart. One of the boys growled, another stood and backed a
Elijah’s POV The first light of dawn filtered through the high windows of the council chamber, casting long beams across the polished stone floor. I stood beside Orion at the head of the great oaken table, maps and sealed scrolls laid before us. Henry and Liam flanked me, stern faces already fixed in the day’s business.Orion cleared his throat. “My sons, Elijah…” He paused to look each of us in the eye. “The time has come to repair alliances beyond our borders. I need you, Elijah, to carry these messages to the other Alpha leaders.”He tapped a sealed scroll marked with the Crimson Moon sigil. “These letters propose renewed trade, mutual defense against the dark packs, and an invitation for Leila to speak as Luna in each council.”My heart stuttered at the mention of Leila’s name—her voice in foreign halls was unthinkable just weeks ago. Now, it was necessary for peace. I nodded, careful to keep my expression even.“I will carry them,” I said quietly.Orion’s gaze softened with fath
Liam’s POVI’d been restless all evening. Peace had returned to Crimson Moon, but it didn’t feel like victory. My muscles itched for the clash of blades, the roar of battle—but the training yard lay quiet now, wooden dummies untouched. I wrapped my cloak tighter against the night chill and made my way toward the orchard, hoping fresh air might settle my nerves.As I passed the old oak where Leila and I had shared so many dawns, I heard a whimper. I froze. The moonlight slipped through the branches, illuminating the grass in silver pools. Beneath one, a young wolf crouched, shoulders trembling, eyes wild.I approached slowly. “Hey there,” I whispered, keeping my voice soft. “I’m Liam.”He jerked his head up—pale eyes wide as he tried to see me through panic. “I—” his voice cracked—“I thought I was alone.”“Not tonight,” I assured him, crouching a few feet away. “What’s your name?”He swallowed. “Corin.”“Corin, you’re safe here.” I lifted my hands, palms open. No sword, no shield—just
Leila’s POV The morning was cool and quiet as I slipped through the healer’s tent, cradling a small bowl of cooling salve. I’d treated most of the wounded, patched the new cuts from yesterday’s training, and had just enough time for one more patient: myself.I unwrapped the light bandage around my right forearm. Underneath lay the faint pink line of a scar, slightly raised, winding like a river of old pain. It had come from my first escape attempt, when I had fled Sebastian’s chamber. I’d been pushed against a stone wall; the mark had burned into my flesh, and later healed with the soft pink line that still held memories.But this morning, under the soft lantern light, I noticed something I’d missed before: a faint shimmer around the scar’s edge. A twist of silver light, as though magic still pulsed beneath the skin.My breath caught. I leaned in, heart pounding. I whispered to myself, “Impossible…”I dabbed the salve over the scar, but the shimmer remained, a heartbeat of light at t