Claimed by Three의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 5

Aurenya’s POVI never thought I would end up in a place like Heavenbrook. A small, quiet town where nothing much happened, where people only wanted to live, eat, and sleep. To the world, it might seem peaceful. To me, it was a cage I had chosen. A hiding place. A last chance to keep my daughters safe.The diner smelled like fried onions and coffee. I had been on my feet since sunrise, and every step made my bones ache. The cheap shoes I wore had no mercy, but I smiled anyway. That was something I had learned long ago, no one cared for your pain, not really, so you learned to hide it.“Refill, ma’am?” I asked the old woman at table three. She nodded without looking at me, her eyes fixed on her newspaper. I poured her cup full, then wiped my hands on my apron. My wrists ached, though it was not only from work.Through the window, I caught sight of the reason I was still standing. Arinya and Lyssara. My girls. My whole heart.They sat on the bench outside, their feet swinging as they sha

3rd person’s POVThe moon was red that night.The kind of red that stained the pines, the stones, even the eyes of wolves who dared to look too long.Kaelor stood first in the clearing. Tall, scarred across the jaw, his silver cloak brushing the earth as he waited. He was always the first. Always patient. Always steady. His men said he carried the weight of three packs on his shoulders, but in truth he carried something heavier the ghost of a woman’s scent, still fresh in his mind after so many years.The pines rustled. A darker shape came through the trees, all restless strength and wild eyes. Rhydan. He didn’t bother with a cloak, his chest bare, skin marked by claw scars that told stories of battles he refused to hide. His growl rolled low before words came.“She’s close. I feel it in my blood.”Kaelor did not move, though his hand tightened at his side. “Patience, Rhydan. Feeling is not finding.”“Don’t talk to me about patience.” Rhydan spat on the ground. His voice cracked with

Aurenya’s POVThe night was too quiet. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. I sat by the small fire in the cabin, washing the last of the dishes, when the first sound came. Low. Deep. A growl that rolled through the dark like thunder crawling across the sky. My blood went cold.I knew that sound.I dropped the plate into the water, hands shaking, and reached for the silver dagger hidden beneath the counter. Its handle was worn smooth from the times I had held it, nights when I thought they might come, nights when I told myself I was only being paranoid. But this time… this time I knew.They were here.The air outside shifted, heavy with the scent of wolf musk and earth. My heart slammed against my ribs as I moved toward the window. The moonlight bled through the trees, silvering the forest line. And there eyes. Dozens of them, glowing faint yellow, circling.I whispered a prayer under my breath, though I no longer knew if the Goddess ever listened. “Not tonight. Please, not my gir