The next morning, Mom came to my room. I poured my heart out to her, feeling like everything in my life was spiraling out of control. She listened patiently, her warm eyes never leaving me. When I finally finished, she sighed, her voice soft but firm.
“Aurelia, I know your heart is broken right now. You just lost your love, and I know how hard that is. But you can’t live in that moment forever. You have to allow yourself to heal, and to let go. He found his true mate. That’s a part of life, even when it feels unfair.”
The next morning, Mom came to my room. I poured my heart out to her, feeling like everything in my life was spiraling out of control. She listened patiently, her warm eyes never leaving me. When I finally finished, she sighed, her voice soft but firm.
“Aurelia, I know your heart is broken right now. You just lost your love, and I know how hard that is. But you can’t live in that moment forever. You have to allow yourself to heal, and to let go. He found his true mate. That’s a part of life, even when it feels unfair.”
She handed me a plate of breakfast, and wrapped me in a tight hug. I felt the comfort of her embrace, but even so, I could tell she saw the weight in my eyes. She kissed my forehead gently.
With that, she left me to my thoughts, and I headed to the bathroom to take a long, hot shower. That was always my therapy—cleansing, soothing, the one moment of quiet where I could just breathe.
When I returned, Mom was there, holding something in her hands. She smiled as she handed me a beautiful necklace. The pendant was a crescent moon with a wolf nestled against it, shimmering with a quiet elegance.
“Aurelia,” she began, her voice steady, “this belonged to my mother, and she passed it down to me. Now, I want to pass it on to you. It’s a family heirloom, and I want you to have it.” Her words lingered in the air, soft and meaningful. “The crescent moon is a symbol of new beginnings. And that’s what I want for you—a fresh start.”
I took the necklace in my hands, feeling its cool weight, and before I could speak, she added, “I’ve set it up for you to spend this summer with my family. You’ll be with us in Alaska, in Chase. It’ll be good for you.”
I didn’t even flinch. Without thinking, I threw my arms around her and hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Mom," I whispered.
At that moment, I didn’t think about her old pack in Alaska, or how cold I’d be there all the time. I didn’t worry about leaving my friends behind, not knowing when I’d see them again.
There was no internet where we were going—just dial-up, which felt like some ancient relic. I thought I’d be completely cut off from the world. But, at least, no one could reach me either.
*****Third person POV
Amanda sat at the kitchen table, her fingers nervously tapping against the phone. She had spent the last few hours trying to convince herself that this was the right thing to do. But now, as she prepared to make the call, the weight of it hit her all over again.
Aurelia needed this. And so did she.
With a steadying breath, Amanda picked up the receiver and dialed the number she had memorized years ago. The phone rang a few times before the voice of Alpha Jerry came through, calm but laced with the authority that came with his position.
“Amanda,” he said, his voice steady but guarded, as always.
“Alpha Jerry,” she replied, her voice a little tighter than she’d hoped. “I hope you’re doing well.”
“I’m fine. It’s been a while. What’s this about?” he asked, his tone shifting slightly. He knew there was something important on her mind.
Amanda swallowed hard, trying to keep her nerves in check. “I’m calling because I need to ask a favor. Aurelia... she’s been struggling ever since everything happened with Jeremy. I think some distance would help her. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I believe it would be good for her to spend the summer with my old pack in Alaska. I’m asking for your permission.”
There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Amanda could almost feel him processing the request, understanding what it meant. The history between their families was far from simple, and the situation was delicate.
“Aurelia wants to leave?” Alpha Jerry finally asked, his voice even but holding a hint of concern. “That’s a big step.”
“She needs space,” Amanda replied quietly. “She needs to heal. Being around my family, people who understand where I come from, could help her find some peace. I want her to spend the summer there, away from the memories here.”
Another long pause, and Amanda knew he was weighing his words carefully. “You’re asking a lot, Amanda. Especially considering the... circumstances.”
Amanda’s heart clenched at the mention of her daughter’s past with Jerry’s son, Jeremy. “I know. But I think it’s what’s best for her. She can’t keep living in the shadow of what happened here. And, honestly... it would give Jeremy the space he needs too. He’s got Shanika now—his true mate—and I know he’s been struggling with the guilt of what happened between him and Aurelia.”
There was a brief silence on the line before Alpha Jerry spoke again, his voice softer now. “You’re right. Jeremy’s been torn. I don’t want him carrying the weight of that guilt any longer. He’s got to focus on his future with Shanika. And I can see how it’s been hard on Aurelia.”
Amanda’s voice softened as she responded. “I’m not trying to make it harder on either of them. I just... I want to give Aurelia the chance to start over, to breathe again. And I think being away from here, from everything that reminds her of Jeremy, could give her that.”
Alpha Jerry exhaled slowly. “Alright, Amanda. I’ll allow it. But this isn’t just a vacation. She’ll need to respect the rules of your old pack. I won’t have her causing trouble while she’s there.”
“I understand,” Amanda said, relief flooding her chest. “I’ll make sure she follows the rules.”
“Good,” Alpha Jerry replied. “I’ll let the pack know. But I also need you to make it clear to Aurelia—no contact with Jeremy while she’s there. It’s time for both of them to move on. They need to let go of the past if they’re going to heal.”
Amanda nodded, even though he couldn’t see her. “I’ll make sure she understands.”
Another pause filled the line, and for a moment, Amanda thought Alpha Jerry might say more. But instead, he just said, “Take care of her, Amanda. I know you’ll do what’s best.”
“I will. Thank you, Alpha Jerry,” Amanda replied softly, feeling a sense of finality settling in.
“Take care,” he said, and the call ended with the click of the receiver.
Amanda sat in silence for a moment, processing everything. Aurelia was going to Alaska. The space would be good for her. And maybe, just maybe, it would give everyone the opportunity to heal—Aurelia, Jeremy, and herself.
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,”