“Jason…” I spoke his name as if it was Tyler’s. I really thought at first that it was Tyler. Thank God it was not him. Or maybe I should be thankful it was him? The Worm Moon was already shining brightly amidst the evening, my shoulders are gilded in silver thanks to its light. After a while, the air began to change as I returned my attention to my fiance’s brother. I lifted my head and drank in the cool smell of the cold wind, closing my eyes so I could breathe in it more. It carried something pungent and foul on the moist breeze. Someone stomped a foot. It reverberated in this narrow dark place so I opened my eyes in an instant. “We’re right here, Elaine.” Jason swept his arm towards the view of empty cells around him while his gaze was steadily on me, watching and waiting. “So stop shutting your eyes and look at us.” I took in a deep breath and held it. In front of me is a man capable of reading thoughts and manipulating

“We are gathered here today for this sacred ceremony, where Elaine Winona of the mortal realm shall be bound under the light of the Worm Moon to Tyler Jane Moonstorm, Alpha of the Silver Pack, Protector of Stella’s Soul, Guardian of Moonburn, and the Stormbringer.” ‘Breathe, Elaine. Breathe…’ I repeated to myself as I looked at Jane’s face directly. “Before the commencement of this matrimony, is there anyone who would like to go against this lunar union?” ‘Don’t go to the wedding, Elaine…’ I ignored the whispering words. I looked around, searching for Rowena because she’s the only one I knew who would go against this wedding. But only silence answered back. “As of 12:12, no one would dare to go against the lunar union of Elaine Winona and Tyler Jane Moonstorm,” Jane, with her silver hair swinging, took a deep breath. “Let us begin.” It became windy, so windy that my veil threatened to rip apart from m

I am wearing a cerulean blue dress—the color of my Alpha’s eyes. Its sleeves reached my elbow, and the neck has more of a U-cut than the V-cut ones I often wear for the past weeks since I arrived. This is more conservative. Since I’m married now, I only want Tyler to be the one to see my asset beneath this layer of clothing. “Can we dig into the reception now?” I purred to Tyler, whose nose is still flaring at Meah. The in-house mortal servant only grinned like a Cheshire cat. I grabbed Tyler’s hands and hoisted him from his seat, leading him outside this room from one of their little hospitals within Stella’s Soul. The Arena is still full of people. When Melissa saw us, she waved a hand to the table meant for the newly-weds. Pop music flooded the air where Jason is the vocalist. As I sat at the table, a tray of food was already beside mine: sizzling butter scallops, a huge grilled lobster, filet mignon, and a bowl of

(Told in 3rd POV) 200 years ago… “You shall be the Alpha if something ever happens to me or to my son before he turns eighteen…” Those words reverberated in Rowan’s ears as he inched his ears closer to the wall. His father is talking to Beta Geoffrey just a day before the night of his eighteenth birthday. Rowan does not know what to feel. He feels excited because his birthday is nearing. But he also feels pressured because, anytime, his father can replace him if Rowan disappoints the current Alpha. It’s as if everything he has waited for years and years of his life will be taken away in a blink of an eye. Rowan put a hand to his chest, where his throbbing heart is caged within him: scared but eager. Frantic, he climbed to the peak of Selena’s Wall, where the view in the city of Moonburn as well as the secret village of Stella’s Soul can be both seen. Rowan drank in the taste of full moon night; crisp and cool, those feelings lightened the emo

“So much for crying.” Rowan slowly lifted his head. It was a pale-skinned hand bearing a handkerchief that stopped his red-rimmed eyes from flowing more tears. “You should stop now.” A sweet smile bloomed across Eliane’s features, making his focus drifting towards her. “Honestly, you could flood the entire forest with that sea of sorrows cascading from your face…” Rowan gave her a breathy, anxious laugh. “You only said that because you’re not the one who disappointed your father.” “You did not disappoint them,” Eliane sat beside him, her red cloak being caked by the soil. “They disappointed you.” “What?” He whipped his face to her. “Why?” The High Priestess snorted. “Because they could not ingest their principles to you for the reason that you will never understand their belief due to you not being like them.” Rowan does not understand her. And yet… “Sometimes, it feels good to be different,” she