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THE PAIN INSIDE

Aurelia's point of viewThe moment we crossed the threshold of the Blackfang border, the air felt heavier like the forest itself held its breath. My arms were wrapped tightly around Sara as Dalton, still in his wolf form, slowed down near the pack’s gates. Lara ran beside us, her breathing ragged, her clothes torn, but her eyes were locked on my daughter.Sara hadn’t stirred once since we took her from the rogue. Her small body, usually buzzing with energy, now felt frighteningly light and still in my arms. I kept whispering to her, brushing her hair back, but nothing seemed to reach her.As we approached the main grounds, I saw Silas standing on the packhouse steps. He had changed into fresh clothes, probably unaware that his daughter had just been nearly taken from him forever. The calm on his face lasted exactly one second.Then he saw Sara. And he saw me.He was already walking before we reached him, but it wasn’t relief that radiated off him. It was fury. Dalton shifted mid-step,

FRAYING THREADS

Alisha's point of viewThe minute I closed the door behind the messenger, my heart began to hammer in my chest. My hands trembled as I clenched the parchment he had delivered. The words blurred for a moment, even though I had already memorized them the first time I read them.The child has been recovered. The rogues are dead. The mother fought. No one survived to report back.I tore the parchment in half.My chest heaved with panic as I staggered to my vanity, gripping the edge to keep myself upright. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. They were supposed to take the child and vanish into the northern forests. She would be a memory, a ghost Aurelia would chase for the rest of her life. And I would be the only one left beside Silas when his world crumbled.Instead, everything was crumbling beneath me.I was so close to becoming Luna. The ceremony was only days away. The council had approved the union, Silas had agreed, and the pack, desperate for stability to supported it.And now t

FLICKER OF WHAT ONCE WAS

Silas's point of viewThe night dragged on like a wound refusing to heal.I stood in my office, fingers curled tightly around the edge of the desk, staring at the dying embers in the hearth. The fire had long lost its warmth, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. My pack had just survived an attack, my daughter had nearly been taken, and the woman I once cast aside now stood taller than most warriors I had ever known.And I... I had failed.Again.My knuckles whitened as I pressed harder into the wood. The sounds of the pack settling after the chaos still echoed through the halls, healers moving injured wolves, warriors returning from their posts, the cries of frightened children... and Aurelia’s silence. Her silence was the loudest of them all.I had watched her march into the flames for our daughter, seen the fire in her eyes that no magic could fake. That kind of love couldn’t be orchestrated or manipulated. It was real, raw, and ancient. And it shamed me more than any battle wound

SHATTERED PROMISES

Aurelia's point of viewI sat beside Sara’s bed, watching the rise and fall of her fragile chest. The soft hum of the machines was the only sound that filled the sterile hospital room. Her tiny fingers were curled loosely against the bedsheet, her skin pale, lips slightly parted. I brushed a stray curl away from her face and leaned closer, pressing my forehead against hers.“You’re safe now,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Mama’s here. I’m going to make sure no one ever hurts you again.”My throat tightened as I blinked back tears. “They will pay for what they did to you, baby. I swear it on every drop of blood in my body.”The door creaked open.I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The air shifted. I could feel the weight of his presence behind me the way the scent of pine and steel seemed to fill every inch of the room, the way the hairs on my arms stood up in alert. Silas stood there, silent.“What do you want?” I asked, still facing Sara.“I wanted to see her,” he replied,

WHAT'S LEFT OF US

Silas's point of viewI stood by the infirmary door, arms folded, unable to tear my eyes away from the pale figure lying on the bed. Sara. My daughter. Fragile. Broken. All because I failed. I failed to protect her, to shield her from the twisted fate that came hunting the ones I should have kept safe. The soft beeping of monitors and the faint scent of antiseptic clung to my senses, but nothing overwhelmed me more than the silence that hung between me and Aurelia. She sat beside our daughter, gently brushing strands of hair away from Sara’s brow, whispering promises I had no right to overhear. But I did.“I’ll find who did this, my little star. I promise you… they will pay. Every single one of them.”Her voice, though soft, carried the weight of an unbending will. And I hated how unfamiliar it sounded. She wasn’t mine anymore. I had lost that right long ago. I cleared my throat and she turned her head, eyes narrowing when she saw me.“We need to talk,” I said.She hesitated, her jaw

TANGLED BLOODLINES

Silas's point of viewI stood still for a moment after she walked away. The wind had picked up and the scent of rain lingered, but all I could taste was regret. I had brought her to that café, the first place we ever laughed without fear, hoping to awaken something familiar. Instead, I had only confirmed how far I had fallen in her eyes.“She can never be yours,” her words repeated like a curse in my head.I clenched my fists and turned toward the main road, the packhouse looming in the distance like a graveyard of every broken promise I had ever made to her. She was right. I had failed to protect Kael. I had doubted her loyalty. I let the pack whisper behind her back while I stood silent, convinced by forged truths and damnable lies.But this thing with the sigils, this wasn’t over.I made my way to the northern wing of the packhouse. Dalton was waiting near the surveillance room, arms folded, face drawn tight with something between exhaustion and dread. He didn’t speak at first. Nei

THE BLOOD IN MY VEINS

Aurelia's point of view The moment I saw the sigil carved into Sara’s skin, my breath stopped short. It was unmistakable.Even after all these years, I recognized it instantly. I had buried it deep in memory, tried to erase it with every exile, every alias, every night I wished I wasn’t born into this cursed legacy. But blood has a way of remembering. Of marking you, even when you’ve run far enough to forget your name.Marcus Draco. The worse one to be a father figure. The one I feared most. The one whose return meant my past was clawing its way back into the present and dragging my children down with it.The hospital room felt too quiet. Too cold to be true. Sara lay in the bed, wrapped in sterile white sheets that couldn’t hide how fragile she looked. Her small chest rose and fell slowly,

GHOSTS THAT NEVER DIED

Aurelia's point of viewThe hospital’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, but all I could hear was the thrum of panic in my ears. Marcus Draco. That name hadn’t been spoken in years, yet now it slithered back into my life like the venomous serpent it always was.I couldn't stay by Sara’s side a moment longer, not with this dread pooling in my gut. I kissed her forehead, whispered a promise I wasn't sure I could keep, and slipped out of the sterile room.The hallway blurred as I walked faster, barely noticing the faces passing me by. Staff, pack members, guards all melted into the periphery. I was heading to the only person who might still understand the weight of that name. The only one who had survived him with me.That woman was my mother. She have seen hell while living under the safe roof woith me. I nee

SAVING THE CURSE

Aurelia's point of viewThey rushed me through the hospital doors, past patients and wheelchairs and the scent of antiseptic that clung to my skin like guilt. My boots echoed on the linoleum floors as I ran, my heart pounding in sync with the alarms I could hear from the pediatric ward.Gods, not her. My baby's condition is critical. I got a call from the emergency and I had to run here as fast as I could. As I enetred in the corridor, Lara’s voice crackled over the intercom, “Code Violet, Room 212, pediatric ward” and everything inside me screamed. My body was numb and I forgot how to react, knowing my daighter is in danger.By the time I reached the room, it was already chaos. Lara was there, pale and focused, barking instructions at the other doctors. Two nurses worked to restrain Sara’s small but thrashing form on the hospital bed while a third read her vitals al

THE BIG MISUNDERSTANDING

Silas's point of viewI stood at the edge of the operation theatre’s observation glass, my heart drumming hard enough to drown out the sounds of the world. Inside, Sara’s body was limp and pale, wires tangled around her small frame like vines on a dying flower. The machines around her beeped erratically. I watched as Aurelia stood beside her, her hand trembling slightly as she reached out.I knew that look on her face. The clenched jaw. The blazing fire in her eyes. She was preparing herself for something. Something more than medicine. Something ancient. Her palm hovered over Sara’s chest, and I swear to the gods, the lights flickered. Just for a second.I narrowed my eyes. The air inside the room shimmered faintly, and Aurelia began to chant something under her breath, barely audible even through the glass. It wasn’t the hospital staff saving my daughter. It was her. Aurelia. And whatever force she was channeling, it wasn’t ordinary.Sara’s body twitched once. Then twice. Then she st

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