All Chapters of Alex on the run: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

The training grounds of Night Fang sat in a valley of shadowed pines, cold air misting like breath from the earth. Snow lay packed and firm underfoot, shaped by years of footsteps, sparring, and sweat. Warriors moved through drills in steady, synchronized rhythm. No one slacked. No one postured. They trained to be better, not to prove themselves.
Alex stood at the edge of the grounds, pulse quick, hands lightly shaking.
Not from fear.
From anticipation.
Aeron stood beside her, tall, composed, his presence grounding without pressing. He didn’t look at her to reassure her. He simply stood with her. As though that alone was enough.
“Before strength,” he said softly, “comes presence.”
Alex swallowed. “Presence?”
“Yes.” Aeron turned to face her fully, his voice gentle but firm. “Your entire life, standing small kept you alive. So you survived by shrinking. By folding. By trying not to be seen.”
Her chest tightened.
He wasn’t wrong.
“But you were never meant to be small, Alex.”
The ground m

Snow whispered beneath Alex’s boots as she crossed the open stretch between the training grounds and the Night Fang keep. The moon was high—silver, round, and bright enough to cast shadows as sharp as blades. Her breath fogged in the frigid night air, but inside her chest, she felt no cold.
Her wolf moved beneath her skin—steady, awake, alert.
Not afraid.
Aeron walked beside her, every step measured, quiet, a mountain shaped into a man.
“Something’s wrong,” Alex murmured, voice low.
Aeron didn’t ask how she knew.
He didn’t have to.
He felt the energy too—the subtle shift in the air, like the forest itself had paused to listen.
A guard wolf approached, shifting mid-stride, breath breaking in fast clouds of steam.
“Alpha Aeron. Alex.” He bowed quickly. “We picked up multiple scent trails at the southern border. Wolves. They’re spreading formation. Searching.”
The words punched the frost-thick air.
Alex didn’t ask who.
She already knew.
Silver Moon had come.
Her heartbeat didn’t quicken.

The world was quiet in the high mountain clearing, quiet in the way snow absorbs sound and turns the air into something still and heavy. The moon hung low, a pale mirror against the dense black sky. Pine branches bowed under the weight of frost.
Alex stood beside Aeron as wind tugged strands of dark hair across her face. Her heartbeat was steady, not racing, not trembling. She was not afraid.
Not anymore.
Footsteps approached.
Slow. Deliberate. Familiar.
Aeron didn’t move, but his presence shifted—like the mountain itself acknowledging an arrival. The Night Fang warriors stepped back into the tree line, leaving the clearing open.
A figure emerged from the dark.
Tall.
Wearing a dark cloak lined with fur.
Snow-damp curls of deep chestnut hair.
And eyes—
Her eyes.
Not the exact shade.
His were warmer, gold-gold instead of gold-black.
But they were the eyes of memory.
Eyes she had seen once in a cradle.
Eyes she had seen in dreams that made her wake choking on grief she couldn’t name.
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