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Mira’s POVAs the rain softens, Eryna and I move deeper into the woods. I trail behind her like a shadow, like an apprentice. She shows me which herbs to avoid, which roots heal, which ones numb. I memorize everything… not just for survival, but to understand what my mother tried to teach me. To carry her knowledge in my bones.But even as I focus, I can’t stop thinking about Liam. About the way his eyes used to linger on mine. About the way they flinched when Dahlia stood too close beside him. About how he didn’t fight for me.Kira stirs inside me, her voice like a low growl. “He watched you fall. He let them.”“I know,” I answer her silently.And yet… I can’t shake the feeling that maybe Liam wasn’t as heartless as he seemed. That maybe, somewhere under the weight of all his duties and lies, he was drowning too.Eryna glances over her shoulder, eyes narrowing. “Your scent just shifted.”I blink. “What?”She smirks faintly. “You’re thinking about someone.”I roll my eyes, heat risin

Mira’s POVLater that night, I sat alone near the fire, the journal open across my lap. The pages were soft now from how often I’d turned them. I’d memorized most of the herbal sequences, but tonight, tucked in the back, I found something I hadn’t noticed before.A sealed note.Addressed simply: “For when you are strong enough.”My fingers trembled as I opened it.> “If you’re reading this, I am gone. And you are no longer the child I once cradled in fear and in hope. Mira, your father is Alpha Rowland of the Moonlit Pack. You were born of an affair, a love hidden in shame. I ran to protect you… not from him, but from his Luna.”> My breath caught.> “You were never meant to be a servant, nor forgotten. You were born of strength, power, and love. Your blood carries weight. If you find your way to the Moonlit Pack… they will know you by your scent. —Samantha.”> My chest constricted. I reread the words again. And again.Moonlit Pack. My real pack. My real blood.Kira stirred inside m

Alpha Rowland’s POVThe morning begins like any other… with numbers.Scrolls clutter my desk: border patrol reports, trade ledgers from the northern silver mines, yet another delay from the eastern metalworks. My Beta, Cael, paces at the far end of the room, muttering as he flips through parchment.“The Moonshadow contract expired three days ago,” he says without looking up.I grunt in response. “Then renew it. Add a clause that hold them accountable for late deliveries.”Cael nods. He knows better than to push when I’m in this mood. It’s been lingering lately… this restlessness I can’t name. Something is stirring beneath the surface, and I feel it in my bones… like an old wound aching before a storm.There’s something stirring beneath the surface. And I feel it in my bones like an old wound aching before a storm.A sharp knock comes at the door.Before Cael can move, Kellan, one of our lead scouts, bursts in, rain-soaked and breathless.“Apologies, Alpha. We had an incident at the bo

Mira’s POVSleep eluded me, my thoughts tangled with shadows of my conversation with Alpha Rowland and Cael’s heated confrontation. Moonlight streamed through my window, bathing the room in a silvery glow, casting long, restless shadows on the floorboards. Unable to calm my racing mind, I finally rose, wrapping a shawl around my shoulders and stepping quietly into the hallway.The corridor was eerily silent, the Alpha wing cloaked in deep night. My footsteps echoed softly against the stone floors as I made my way through the winding hallways. There was a library I’d glimpsed earlier. Perhaps there, I’d find clarity… or at least distraction.As I pushed open the heavy oak door, the scent of old parchment and leather welcomed me, wrapping around me like an old friend. Candlelight flickered dimly along the walls, casting soft pools of light onto towering shelves and worn reading tables. I wandered quietly between rows, brushing my fingers over the spines of book and scrolls. At the far c

Mira’s POVUnder the cover of darkness, Cael and I moved swiftly toward the healer’s archives. The chill of the night air bit sharply at my skin through my cloak, heightening my nerves and determination.“Stay close,” Cael murmured, his voice barely audible above the gentle rustle of leaves underfoot. “This area’s guarded heavily.”I nodded silently, pulse quickening. My senses sharpened with each careful step. Ahead loomed the archive building… dark, foreboding, yet brimming with the promise of truths yet uncovered. Stone walls wrapped around it, tall and stern, their shadows dancing under the pale moonlight.We paused at the edge of a dense shrubbery, holding our breaths, we watched two warriors exchange brief words as they completed their patrol. Cael motioned me forward the moment their steps receded, leading us toward a narrow entrance tucked discreetly around the side.“How exactly did you secure this entrance?” I whispered cautiously as he pushed aside a thick ivy curtain cover