Zara’s POV
The forest was quiet, too quiet. I’d walked for hours, walking through tall grass, jumping over fallen logs, and letting my legs carry me as far away from Mooncroft as they could. The pain from my bruises had dulled into a deep, throbbing ache. My feet were blistered, and I hadn’t eaten since morning, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.
Eventually, I reached a riverbank, far beyond any place I’d ever explored. I dropped my bag and crouched near the water, letting the cold wash over my hands. The reflection staring back at me didn’t feel like me anymore. My bottom lip was still swollen from Mira’s punch. My cheekbone was a faint shade of purple. And yet, I wasn’t crying.
I was free. I leaned against a tree and closed my eyes. Half of me wanted to scream into the night, to cry until my chest emptied of every heavy thing it carried. But the other half, the stubborn, broken part wanted to turn back. Not to beg. Not to crawl back to the pack. No, that part of me wanted one thing.
I want answers, to demand answers from Dareen. Why did Darren lie?
Why didn’t he fight for me?
Why was I thrown away like I meant nothing?
I was still thinking about it when I heard the snap of a twig. My eyes flew open. It wasn’t a deer. It wasn’t the wind. I could feel it.
I wasn’t alone.
I quickly grabbed my bag and backed away, my heart racing. My senses were sharper than usual, not from power, but from fear. I could feel the presence of some people coming closer to where I was. They were extremely close to me. .
I turned and ran.
I didn’t know where I was going, but my legs didn’t care. My body was running on survival now. My lungs burned. Branches slapped my arms and legs, but I didn’t stop.
Then I heard a voice from behind, their footsteps approaching very heavy and faster. They were following me.
Panic gripped me, I don't know who they were, but I know they won't take it lightly with me.
“Leave me alone!” I screamed into the trees. No response. I just felt that they were fast approaching me like a wind.
.
I darted between two trees and down a narrow path, hoping I could lose them. But no matter how fast I ran, they were right behind me.
Suddenly, something hard hit my back.
I cried out and crashed to the ground, rolling down a slope and landing flat on my stomach. Pain exploded through my ribs.
Before I could crawl away, someone grabbed my hair and yanked me up.
“Well, well,” a voice smirked. “The little stray thought she could run.”
I was dragged to my knees.
Six figures stood around me, all dressed in black. I didn’t recognize any of them, until the last one stepped out from the shadows.
Lily.
Her blond hair was tied back neatly. Her white coat is still spotless. Her smile… cruel.
“Oh Zara,” she said sweetly. “I told Darren to exile you, but I had a feeling that wouldn’t be enough.”
I spat blood on the ground near her feet. “You followed me?”
“Of course.” She knelt down in front of me, her eyes cold. “You were always a threat. A thorn in my perfect little future.”
I glared at her. “He still loves me. That’s why you’re so scared.”
Her expression was unexplainable for a moment, then she slapped me. I think it was hard to describe at that point.
“You think I’m scared of you?” she hissed. “You’re wolfless, powerless, forgotten and lastly you have nobody.”
“Zara, read my lips, you are nothing, but a forgotten wolf.”
I tasted blood again but didn’t look away. “Then why go this far? If I’m nothing?”
“Because even a spark can start a fire,” Lily said, rising to her feet. “And I have plans. Big ones.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What kind of plans?”
She laughed. “Oh, you really don’t know anything, do you?”
She turned to one of her men. “Tell her.”
The man stepped forward. His eyes were pale gray. “There’s a school,” he said. “A hidden one. Where powerful magic is taught. Only the worthy are invited. Royals, high alphas… and chosen Lunas.”
Lily stepped forward again. “And I’m going to be one of them. Step by step, power by power, I’ll climb until I’m untouchable. And you?” She looked at me like I was trash. “You could ruin that. Darren’s feelings for you… they’re a crack I can’t afford.”
She raised her hand.
“Kill her.”
The men moved towards me, my heart race, waiting for miracle to happen, I screamed at the top.of my voice.I reached into my bag for anything, anything and my hand closed around the pocket watch.
My mother’s watch the only thing that was left to me by her, I held it tight against my chest and closed my eyes. If this was the end, at least I had one piece of her with me.
But just as the first man raised his blade, suddenly a light burst from my chest, the light was blinding, warm and at the same time blazing.
It pushed everyone back like a force field, sending them flying through the trees. they were all.screaming, the atmosphere changed. Birds scattered. I couldn’t see.
The watch in my hand was glowing just like gold and silver threads of light weaving in the air like stars. I tried to hold on, but my body was shaking. And then… Everything went dark.
Zara’s POV“Everyone, fall back to your hostels,” Mistress Kyenna said, her voice sounding calm. “We’ll return tonight for the Awakening Programme.”She waited a moment, watching the crowd settle, then added, “We’ll start from the beginning.”The students around me exhaled with relief. Most had failed the first round, and they were happy to get another shot. They all burst into laughter as the lines broke. People relaxed, started talking again, walking back in small groups. But I couldn’t move.My eyes had already found him. Ronan.He stood like he belonged at the center of the world. Head high, jaw tight, eyes sharp like he saw too much. Even from across the room, I could feel it.That was when it hit me again. There was a shift under my skin, which was a flicker if heat in my chest. My wolf that I never felt in my life moved. The bond formed before I could think, which revealed that both Ronan and I are mate. I felt it like a thread tugging between us, it was real and undeniable. H
Ronan’s POVThe smell landed on me the second I stepped into the academy hall and I stopped abruptly at the door. It wasn’t just any scent. It hit me low in my throat and it twisted around my lungs, and squeezed. It was wrong and right at the same time, it smelled sweet and sharp, warm like the sun on stone but weaved with something raw and metallic underneath.It was giving two things: Mate… and Hybrid.I froze.My Beta glanced over, eyebrows raised. “You good?”I ignored him. I couldn’t speak.That scent was impossible.“A new hybrid in our academy?” The words dropped from my mouth like a bomb, it was louder than I realized. The students stopped talking and their gazes fell on me instantly. My stomach twisted, my breath shallow. Do we have a new student? Or is this scent just messing with my head?And why the hell does it smell like my mate too?“That must be a joke,” I muttered under my breath.Of all the wolves in this entire academy, the Moon Goddess couldn’t find one normal, f
Zara’s POVThe temple doors slammed open, sending a gust of cold wind through the hall and everyone turned.A group of students stepped in, dressed in deep blue uniforms. Their boots matched against the stone floor as they walked in tight formation, their heads high, and their backs straight. With everything they are exuding, no doubts, they are pure humans.They didn’t carry the wild energy of werewolves or the weird grace of witches. But somehow, they felt just as powerful. Maybe even more.At the front of the group was a boy. He looked only a few years older than me, with sharp cheekbones and perfectly styled dark hair that framed a face too flawless to ignore. Calm and collected, like nothing could shake him. His presence pulled the room toward him like gravity.“Fighting is forbidden in the temple,” he said, his voice even and firm. “That rule applies to everyone.”Mark’s hand dropped from where he’d been about to swing at me again. He looked away like a guilty child caught in t
Zara’s POVThe Watch, The School, and the ScarI woke up to the softness of silk. At first, I thought I was dreaming. There was no pain in my chest, no cold wind brushing my skin, no sharp branches beneath me. Just warmth… and silence.I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the golden glow pouring through huge, sheer curtains. I was lying on a bed the size of my entire room back in Mooncroft, tucked under clean white sheets. The ceiling was tall, carved with symbols I couldn’t recognize. Everything smelled like lavender and something sweet like honey and light.I sat up quickly. What the hell?My hands flew to my chest. there were no wounds, no bruises. My body felt like it had never been touched.I jumped off the bed and ran to the mirror by the wall. My reflection stared back, completely healed. The only sign anything had happened was my hair, still tangled and wild from running through the woods. My heartbeat raced.How did I get here?Then I remembered the men, the blade, Lil
Zara’s POVThe forest was quiet, too quiet. I’d walked for hours, walking through tall grass, jumping over fallen logs, and letting my legs carry me as far away from Mooncroft as they could. The pain from my bruises had dulled into a deep, throbbing ache. My feet were blistered, and I hadn’t eaten since morning, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.Eventually, I reached a riverbank, far beyond any place I’d ever explored. I dropped my bag and crouched near the water, letting the cold wash over my hands. The reflection staring back at me didn’t feel like me anymore. My bottom lip was still swollen from Mira’s punch. My cheekbone was a faint shade of purple. And yet, I wasn’t crying.I was free. I leaned against a tree and closed my eyes. Half of me wanted to scream into the night, to cry until my chest emptied of every heavy thing it carried. But the other half, the stubborn, broken part wanted to turn back. Not to beg. Not to crawl back to the pack. No, that part of me wanted one thing.
Zara’s POV“Broken Doesn’t Mean Defeated”“You can’t sleep at the stream.”“You have to go home,” I whispered to myself, pulling my knees closer to my chest as the wind cut through my thin dress.But where was home now?Home used to feel like Darren’s arms. His laugh, his promises. Even though we never had a house together, it still felt like I belonged somewhere, as long as he was by my side.Now he was engaged to someone else, now I was just… me. I’m alone, wolfless, no one by my side now. No one to defend me. Just me. I stood up slowly, my body aching from the cold rocks I’d sat on all day. My head spun a little from crying too much and sleeping too little. Still, I dusted off my dress and made my way back to the pack’s quarters.Maybe I should’ve stayed by the stream. As soon as I stepped into the pack, eyes landed on me. Whispering started.“There she is. The slut.”“Darren’s little toy.”“She thought he’d choose her? Please.”I kept walking, pretending their words didn’t sting