I woke in the dead of night, my body still warm from the kiss Jeremy had left on my lips. The night had been perfect—filled with laughter, dancing, the promise of something more. I could still feel the weight of the tiara resting atop my head, the sensation of being queen lingering in my skin. But as I closed my eyes again, sleep didn’t come easily.
Instead, I found myself pulled into a dream.
It began with the feeling of cold—a chill so sharp it cut through the air, creeping into my bones. The world around me was blanketed in white, an endless sea of snow stretching out in every direction. There was no warmth, no sounds, no life—just me and the snow. The wind howled, but strangely, I wasn’t cold. Not even a little.
In fact, I felt more alive than I’d ever felt before.
The snowflakes danced around me, swirling like delicate bits of glass, each one unique in its intricate design. They didn’t touch me, didn’t melt, but hovered near my skin like they were waiting for something. The silence of it all was haunting yet peaceful, a stillness that wrapped around me like a cocoon. I could feel the power in the air, a force, ancient and untamed, thrumming beneath the surface of this frozen world.
I moved forward, stepping lightly through the deep snow, feeling the crunch beneath my feet with every step I took. The cold did not bite. It didn’t sting. It embraced me.
I looked up at the sky, and it was a color I had never seen before—a cold, deep silver-blue. The light of the moon flickered, distant and strange. It wasn’t just a night sky. It was... something more. Something that felt like it had always been a part of me.
I walked deeper into the snowy expanse, the wind at my back now, urging me forward. There was something ahead—a presence, a pull, a call. I didn’t know what it was, but I followed it instinctively. The snow parted as I moved, the path clearing as though I was being guided by something—or someone—beneath the surface of this vast landscape.
The dream shifted then. The quiet, endless snow began to hum with an energy, like the heartbeat of the world was just beneath my feet. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. A power, ancient and overwhelming, coursing through the snowflakes, through my blood. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply, letting the energy fill me, seep into my skin, my soul.
It was mine.
Unlike anything I’d ever felt before. The light pulsed, shimmering like liquid ice, and it reached out, wrapping around me, pulling me into it. My heart raced, but I wasn’t afraid. I was exhilarated. The light felt like a call, something older than the world itself. It filled me with a fire I had never known, yet it was icy and sharp, like a winter storm surging through my veins.
I stepped toward it, my heart beating faster with every inch I drew closer to that blue light. The snow swirled around me, and I could hear a voice, soft and faint, in the distance. It was a whisper. A woman’s voice.
Find your power, Aurelia. Let it flow through you.
Before I could understand what was happening, the blue light engulfed me, wrapping around my body like a blanket of freezing cold. The air went still, and the world around me blurred. I felt it in my blood, the deep, relentless power, pushing its way through every part of me.
And then, just as quickly as it had started, everything went black.
I woke with a sharp breath, my body cold, yet my heart was racing. The blankets were tangled around me, and my skin was drenched in sweat. I reached out in the darkness, my hand trembling as I tried to steady my breathing.
I sat up, blinking into the night. The room was still, silent. My heartbeat slowly returned to normal, but the feeling of the dream—the cold, the power—lingered, like it had never really left.
I slipped back into the covers, trying to shake the lingering feeling of the dream. But as I closed my eyes again, I knew one thing for sure: nothing would ever be the same.
Not anymore.
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The last day of finals was a relief—one that I had been waiting for the entire week. As I sat in my last class of the semester, my pen moving across the paper with ease, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation building in my chest. Summer was just around the corner, and this year, it felt like it was going to be more special than ever.
Jeremy’s 18th birthday was approaching fast. The whole pack was buzzing with excitement, and the air felt electric with it. Everyone was ready to celebrate, and I couldn’t wait for the day when we would finally be able to stand together, as mates, under the goddess’s blessing. We were almost there. I could feel it in my bones.
But first, I had to survive this heat.
Arizona. I had spent my entire life here, but the summer heat always seemed to take me by surprise. The sun was relentless, baking everything beneath it like a giant oven. The temperature was already pushing 100°F by the time I finished my final exam, and it wasn’t even noon yet.
"Can't wait for this heat to be over," I muttered, adjusting my loose tank top as I tried to keep cool. The sun was beating down on me, and the pavement was so hot I could feel the heat radiating up from it. I pulled the hem of my shirt down, trying to cover as much of my skin as possible. Being a person with albinism, it was hard to stay out in the sun for too long.
“Ready to escape this oven, Snow?” Ares’s voice cut through the haze of heat as he approached me from behind. He flashed me one of his usual grins, the kind he wore whenever he was up to no good. “Maybe I should throw you into the pool tonight, just to cool you off.”
Ares, my twin brother, and ever the confident guy, shrugged nonchalantly. “What do you expect? We live in Arizona. You’ve been surviving this heat your whole life.”
We reached Melissa’s car, and I climbed in, finally grateful for the cool air conditioning that washed over me the second I sat down. The heat outside had been nearly unbearable, but the car felt like an oasis of chill compared to the sweltering parking lot.
I sank into the seat and let out a long breath. “I swear, I’d rather face a rogue pack than deal with this heat.”
Ares snorted from the backseat. “You say that now, but I bet once summer hits full swing, you’ll be wishing you were outside with the rest of us. Trust me, it gets worse before it gets better.”
Melissa laughed from the front seat, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulder as she glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “I think she’s just hoping to survive the next few months without turning into a red shrimp.”
As we drove through the streets, I couldn’t help but think about what the summer would bring. Jeremy’s birthday was coming up, and that meant everything was about to change for us. The goddess would finally confirm our bond, and our lives would shift in ways I couldn’t even imagine. It was both thrilling and terrifying.
For now, though, I focused on surviving the heat, enjoying the last few days of school, and looking forward to what summer held. Because I had a feeling this summer would be like no other.
Aury's POVWe woke up, and it was snowing. I shouldn’t have been surprised or mesmerized given where we lived—but I was. The way the snow fell into each tree, settled softly on the rooftops of the pack houses... there was something so beautiful and magical about it all. These small moments of peace were rare now, and I clung to them like warmth on a bitter day.“We need to prepare for what’s to come,” Rhett said, his voice grave.“What is coming?” I asked, though part of me already knew.“These attacks started years ago, but the frequency is rising. Since you arrived, they’ve accelerated. And with one demon dead, the others will strike harder. I think a war is coming. Wolves versus demons.”“We need more information. About everything—about me, about my powers,” I said firmly.“I’ll start looking,” Rhett answered, pulling on his clothes. “I’ll be back later.”“I’m coming with you.”He hesitated. “No.”Of course. That wasn’t a surprise.“You can’t do everything yourself, Rhett. Let me h
Aurelia’s POVThe cabin was quiet, save for the occasional creak of old wood adjusting to the cold. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of snow and pine. Inside, it was warm, dim, intimate—like a space carved out of time.Rhett stood by the window, bare-chested, the moonlight sketching every line of muscle along his back and shoulders. His hair was damp from the shower, and his stance was tense—like he was holding the weight of the entire world on those broad shoulders. His wolf was close. I could feel it just under his skin.He hadn’t said much since the fight. Not with words.But I could feel everything he was holding back.I stepped into the room in nothing but one of his shirts—thin cotton hanging loosely over my skin. His scent was all over it. Woodsmoke and cedar and something purely him. As soon as I moved closer, his shoulders stiffened.“You’re still on edge,” I said softly.He didn’t turn, but his voice found me. “I almost lost you today.”I cr
Aury’s POV“Ares… what was that?” I asked, still catching my breath. My heart was pounding, not from fear, but awe. I had seen my twin fight before—he’d always been fierce, fast, and skilled—but never like this. That wasn’t just a warrior move; that was magic. He had drawn from me, and somehow, armor and weapons had formed from my own element. “You had a full suit of ice armor—trimmed with energy. It was… like watching a god.”“I don’t know,” Ares said, his brows furrowed. “I just felt it—your power. It was like… like you’re this endless well, and I reached into it. Not to take, exactly. It felt more like… like it offered itself up to me.”Rhett’s eyes narrowed sharply at that. He took a step closer, his hand possessively finding its place on the small of my back.“You drew from her?” he asked, his tone tight.“I didn’t mean to—” Ares looked guilty, his usual cocky confidence nowhere in sight. “It was instinct. I saw the demon about to get the upper hand, and… something inside me just
Chapter 82: Twins Ares’s POVI knocked on the cabin door, knuckles rapping lightly against the aged wood. I knew she should be in the pack house by now—she was the Luna, after all—but something told me she’d be here. She always preferred her quiet corners. Privacy meant safety to Aurelia. And I could feel her, stronger than ever.That was the strange thing—our twin bond. It had always given me an edge when it came to her. An intuition. A magnetic pull.But lately? It was more than instinct.Ever since I got my wolf… ever since she got hers… ever since she mated with an Alpha wolf… that connection had turned into something electric. Almost spiritual. Her energy ran through me like threads of moonlight stitched to my bones.Just as I lifted my hand to knock again, the night shattered.A low growl ripped through the silence. Not just any growl.This wasn’t wolf.It was deeper. Older. Wrong.I turned slowly, and about two hundred yards away, bathed in moonlight, I saw it.The same demon
Ares’s POVMy birthday wasn’t what I expected. But it was fun—different.Jeremy and Shanika threw a party for me. The entire pack showed up, loud and lively, their laughter echoing into the Arizona twilight. I felt appreciated, celebrated, even loved.But I was missing something. Someone.My family.The one person who had always shared this day with me.Aurelia.Even as I smiled and accepted gifts, the absence was like a weight in my chest. We’d always done this together—our silly twin rituals, late-night cake, shared wishes whispered under the stars. This year, she was in Alaska. With him.And then, just as the sun began to dip below the horizon, the sky darkened unnaturally fast.The air shifted. Electric.And then I felt it.Like a punch to the gut, Aurelia’s energy flared bright through our bond, like a beacon in a storm. But then, just as quickly, it sputtered and wavered. Flickered like a dying flame.A knot tightened in my chest.“Aury,” I whispered.Aros, my wolf, stirred vio
Aurelia’s POVI woke up with the sun pouring in through the window, warm and golden across the bedsheets. It was already high in the sky—well into the afternoon by the look of it. I turned, feeling the comforting ache of a night spent tangled in each other’s arms, and found Rhett lying next to me. His eyes fluttered open just as I looked at him, and a lazy, satisfied smile spread across his face.A wave of happiness washed over me. This… this was home.“Good morning, Moonbeam,” Rhett murmured, his voice husky from sleep.“Moonbeam?” I laughed softly, stretching. “That’s new.”“You can’t be sunshine,” he teased, propping his head up with one hand. “You burn after being outside for more than a minute. So Moonbeam it is. Soft, elusive, and mine.”I rolled my eyes. “How long have you been saving that line?”He shrugged, smug. “Not long. It just came to me. I’m inspired.”I snorted, then sighed, sinking into the warmth of the moment. “I’m happy,” I said quietly, meeting his eyes.“Me too,”