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A ROAD BACK TO PAST

Aurelia's point of viewDalton knocked lightly on the dorm door just as I tied the last knot on the burlap bag. His voice came muffled through the wood. “Aurelia, we’re leaving.”I opened the door and was met with the familiar sight of his stone-like face, save for the hint of awkward kindness that flickered when he glanced at my son peeking from behind me. “You’ll ride in the second car with the children,” he said, gesturing to the courtyard where two black SUVs idled like patient wolves. “Alpha Silas has already left.”I blinked. “Already?”Dalton nodded, unfazed. “Personal vehicle. You know how he is. Can’t even breathe in the same cabin when he’s in one of his moods.”That, at least, was a relief. One less hour spent locked in a confined space with the man who had shattered me with one decision years ago. My shoulders sagged in an exhale I didn’t know I was holding. “Right. Lead the way.”The children followed me closely, my son gripping my fingers, my daughter clutching the torn

SHADOW BETWEEN US

Silas's point of viewThe engine hummed low beneath me, but I barely registered the sound. The road ahead blurred as my hands gripped the wheel, knuckles white, jaw clenched tight. I had driven halfway back to Blackfang, yet my mind hadn’t left that damned hospital. Or her. Aurelia.I could still smell her on my hands, like a cruel trick the Moon Goddess was playing on me. She always smelled the same. Wild honey and pine. Even now, when her body bore the damage of betrayal, shame, and gods-damned injustice, that scent still clung to her skin. Like a memory refusing to die.I slammed my palm once against the steering wheel. The rage came and went in waves, but today it wasn’t the kind that demanded blood. It was the kind that hollowed your chest and made you question everything.

DEVIL WRAPPED IN SILK

Aurelia's point of viewThe knock was sharp and unforgiving, tearing through the quiet like a blade. It yanked me out of a shallow sleep, my body already aching before my feet even touched the cold floor. For a second, I thought I had dreamt it, but then came another. Louder. Impatient.I dragged myself up, wrapping my shawl tightly around my shoulders. My legs still trembled with exhaustion, but I crossed the small room and opened the door.Alisha stood on the other side like a porcelain doll dipped in venom.Her smile was bitter, stretched too tightly across her face to be anything close to genuine. She didn’t wait to be invited in. She never did things like that. With the grace of someone who believed the world belonged to her, she stepped past me and entered the room as though she owned every inch of it.

WALLS AND MEMORIES

Aurelia's point of viewThe knock on the door was firm and deliberate, as if the person on the other side knew exactly how much I dreaded it. I didn’t answer right away. My body remained still, my heart stubbornly unwilling to pick up its pace, as if it too was exhausted from this new beginning in Blackfang.When the knock came again, sharper this time, I finally rose. My muscles were stiff from the restless night, my limbs heavy. I padded toward the door and opened it, only to find a young she-wolf, a messenger from the central office, her stance stiff and rehearsed."You’ve been summoned," she said without preamble."By who?" I asked, though deep down I already knew the answer."Alpha Silas requests your presence in

THE MOTHER I LEFT BEHIND

Aurelia's point of viewI wasn’t expecting anything to shock me today. After all, I had survived exile, rejection, humiliation, and the slow burn of hatred from the only man I had ever loved. I had been scorned, starved, and shamed. So I thought nothing could really hurt me anymore.Until I saw her.The scent of food clung to the air—earthy stew, slightly burnt bread, and a faint bitterness of overboiled greens. The cafeteria was too loud and too warm, and my children were more excited than they had been all week. I had just set down a piece of bread for my son when my gaze fell on the far side of the room.A woman was mopping the floor near the serving counters, her shoulders slightly hunched under the weight of age and long days. Her back was familiar, a memory that made my breath stop in my throat. When she straig

THE STORM BENEATH

Silas's point of view I sat in my office, staring at the paperwork spread in front of me like it might give me answers to the chaos in my head. The ink on the pages blurred the longer I stared. I hadn't turned a single page in over half an hour. The window behind me was open, letting in the cool evening breeze. I could smell pine, damp earth, stone baked in sunlight. All familiar. All meaningless.I leaned back in my chair, dragged a hand down my face, and let out a slow breath. My jaw was clenched so tight it ached. I should have been focused. Should have been working.But all I could think about was her.Aurelia.I thought seeing her again would make me feel like I’d won. That watching her return to the pack with her head lowered and her pride shattered would satisfy w

EARS IN THE WALL

Aurelia's point of viewAfter leaving the cafeteria, I took the long corridor that curved toward the east wing of the pack hospital. My footsteps echoed against the cold stone floor, and I wrapped my shawl tighter around my arms. The air was sharp inside these walls, colder than I remembered. Or maybe I was just tired.I kept my head down, offering brief nods to passing wolves who either looked away or stared too long. I didn’t belong here anymore. I was a ghost wearing flesh, and they didn’t know what to do with me. And honestly, I didn’t blame them.The nurse at the desk gave me a tight smile, handed me a form I didn’t bother to read, and motioned toward Room 3. I stepped inside, expecting some stranger in a lab coat. Instead, I found her.Lara.I froze.

SOMETHING IN BLOOD

Aurelia's point of view The west wing was quiet, cloaked in the kind of stillness that made every creak of the floorboards sound like a confession. The light filtering through the old glass windows cast soft shadows across the room. Kael lay on his stomach, legs kicking in the air as he flipped through his picture book, muttering the names of animals under his breath. Sara was sitting by the foot of the bed, humming a lullaby as she braided her doll’s frizzy golden hair with remarkable focus.I folded Kael’s sweater carefully and set it on the bed, smoothing the fabric down like it mattered. These little routines were all I had to cling to. Everything else, my pride, my safety, my future, was scattered in pieces, and I was still learning how to gather them again.A knock came at the door. Not loud. But sharp enough to pull me from my thoug

DISTRACTED

Silas’s Point of ViewI returned to the estate later than expected. The moon had risen high, silvering the pine-covered hills that surrounded Blackfang. Alisha walked beside me, her heels clicking across the tiled floors like a metronome counting down something inevitable.She was still talking about the dinner.“I told the sommelier to bring that old wine from the Crescent cellars. The one your father adored. It was a nice touch, don’t you think?”I nodded absently. I couldn’t remember the taste. Or the wine. Or most of the dinner. My mind had drifted halfway through the appetizers and never returned.Alisha reached for my arm. “Silas.”

OPENED SCARS

Silas’s Point of ViewI stood by the window of my office, the glass cool beneath my fingertips, watching the pack grounds stretch under moonlight. The dinner with Alisha was over. She had worn her finest dress, her smile perfectly in place, every gesture smooth and calculated. It was all a performance. She laughed at the right moments, touched my arm too often, and spoke of the Luna ceremony as if it were carved in stone. But I hadn’t heard half of it.My mind kept drifting elsewhere. Kept finding its way back to Aurelia.I didn’t say her name, not even in my thoughts for the longest time. But ever since she came back, silence had stopped being my ally. She was everywhere in it. In the sound of footsteps down the hall, in the quiet crackle of the fireplace, in the wind brushing past the windows.

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