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CHAPTER ONE

ALUNA'S POVThe morning sun barely touched the treetops, but I was already awake, heart pounding with a mix of hope and nerves I could barely contain. Today wasn’t just any day. In a few months, I would finally turn sixteen—the day every wolf in our pack waited for, the day we were said to awaken our wolves and find our mates. For years, I had pictured it: the moment my wolf rose, fierce and golden-eyed, my mate appearing as if the universe itself had arranged it.I dressed quickly in a simple tunic, feeling the worn fabric against my skin. Grace had left a note on my bed this morning, her writing sharp and precise. “Don’t bother me today, Aluna. I have my preparations to attend to.”I folded the note, letting the edges curl between my fingers. Grace. Always first, always perfect. Sometimes I wondered why I even tried to matter in her world. But I shook the thought away. Today, I would finally matter.“Aluna!” The sharp voice of Mother echoed down the hall. She always managed to cat

CHAPTER TWO

ALUNA'S POVThe day dragged on like a storm pressing against the horizon. Each hour stretched endlessly as I tried to focus on my chores, my hands scrubbing the training grounds until they ached, my feet sore from running errands the elders deemed important. Yet, no matter how hard I worked, no matter how diligently I followed their orders, it was never enough.Grace passed by several times, her wolf visible in the shimmer of her aura, each glance from her a silent reminder that she was perfect, untouchable. And I… I was just Aluna. The girl who did not matter.“Aluna!” Mother’s voice cut through the quiet like a whip. “Come here!”I hurried to her side, my stomach twisting.“You missed a spot here,” she snapped, pointing to a corner of the training grounds where a few weeds had stubbornly sprouted. “Do you think laziness is allowed in this pack? Do you?”“I… I’m sorry, Mother. I’ll fix it right away,” I murmured, bowing my head, my cheeks burning.“You will do more than just apologi

CHAPTER THREE

DALTON'S POVThe forest was eerily silent, the kind of quiet that felt heavier than any storm. I stood at the edge of the Nightshade borders, my jaw tight, hands clenched into fists as I exhaled a shaky breath. Only a few days remained until the full moon, and the tension in the air was almost palpable.Every wolf in the pack could feel it—the shift in the winds, the pull in our hearts, the subtle quiver of anticipation. Those who had found their wolves and mates would finally awaken their bonds. Those without… like me… would be tested. The mateless. The wolfless.I had been searching for my mate for years, a quest I had almost abandoned. The Moon Goddess’s prophecy haunted me silently in every decision, every battle, every restless night. She had promised that the child of her lineage would appear when the time came, but the years had passed, and I had begun to doubt.My wolf growled low inside me, restless, impatient, as if sensing the storm I was trying to ignore. The blood in my

CHAPTER FOUR

ALUNA'S POVThe moon rose slowly over the clearing, silver light spilling over the pack hall and bathing the forest in an eerie glow. Tonight wasn’t just any night—it was my sixteenth birthday, the night of the full moon, the night when the wolfless would awaken their wolves and the mateless would finally meet their mates. My chest throbbed with anticipation.I had spent weeks imagining this moment. I had pictured the first spark of wolffire in my veins, the first scent of my mate tracing me across the clearing, the thrill of knowing that at last I would belong. My stomach fluttered like a caged bird, part excitement, part anxiety, as I adjusted the ceremonial white robe draped over my shoulders. The elders’ robes shimmered with silver, their embroidered moonstones catching the pale light, reflecting back the importance of the night.Around me, the pack murmured, arranging themselves in a wide circle. Older wolves who had already found their mates circled in the shadows, watching wi

CHAPTER FIVE

ALUNA'S POVThe silence after the rejection was worse than the pain itself.It was not loud. Not dramatic. It did not come with screams or collapsing knees the way I had imagined pain would. Instead, it settled inside me like a hollow ache, spreading slowly, swallowing everything it touched.The moon still hung full and bright above us, indifferent. Wolves were still laughing. Some were kissing. Others were already drifting away in pairs, hands linked, faces glowing with joy.And I stood there.Rejected.Unchosen.Unwanted.I felt it then. Not a tearing pain like the stories described. Not the soul-deep agony of a severed bond. It was dull, muted, like something had brushed past me and taken something it never fully connected to. A reminder that even fate itself had hesitated with me.“Pathetic,” someone muttered from the crowd.I flinched.My eyes lifted slowly, searching for a face, but there were too many. Too many expressions twisted in pity, disgust, curiosity. Like I was some

CHAPTER SIX

ALUNA'S POV I didn’t mean to stop working.That was the worst part. It wasn’t rebellion or defiance. My body simply… gave up.I had curled into myself behind the storage sheds, knees pulled tight to my chest, dirt pressing cold through my thin dress. My fingers were trembling, nails digging into my arms as if holding myself together was the only thing keeping me from breaking apart completely.I couldn’t breathe right.Every inhale felt shallow. Every exhale burned.Don’t cry, I told myself. If they see you crying, it will only get worse.But the tears came anyway, slipping down my cheeks in hot, silent streaks. I pressed my face into my palms, shoulders shaking as memories flooded me against my will. The full moon. The crowd. The way the bond had been declared and torn away in the same moment. The sound of my own heartbeat when the rejection hit.I had stood there and smiled through it.I didn’t know how much pretending cost until now.Boots crunched against gravel.“Look at this

CHAPTER SEVEN

DALTON POV The first breath after the full moon always felt like betrayal.I lay flat on the cold stone floor, staring at a ceiling I had memorized over years of confinement. Every crack, every stain, every shadow cast by torchlight lived permanently in my mind. The chains that had bound my wrists were gone now, discarded like useless things, but my body had not forgotten them.It never did.My muscles twitched without permission, sharp waves of pain rippling through me as if the moon had only just loosened its grip. Every inch of my body ached. My throat burned raw. My jaw felt locked, as though I had spent hours screaming without sound. The copper taste coating my tongue told me I had bitten it again during the shift.I exhaled slowly, forcing my breathing to steady.We survived, Dallas said inside me, his voice rough and frayed, as exhausted as I was.“Surviving isn’t winning,” I murmured to the empty cell.The worst part was never the wounds. Not the torn muscles or the exhaust

CHAPTER EIGHT

ALUNA’S POVI woke up choking on air.For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. My eyes fluttered open to darkness, thick and pressing, and my body screamed in protest when I tried to move. Every inch of me hurt. My wrists burned. My shoulders felt like they had been pulled apart and sewn back wrong.Then memory crashed into me.The shouting.The accusations.The way their eyes had looked at me.Fear crawled up my spine, cold and sharp.I was in the basement.The cell smelled of mold and old blood. My back was pressed against stone, damp and unforgiving. I tried to sit up, but my arms shook violently, refusing to obey. A weak sound escaped my throat. Not a cry. Not even a sob. Just breath breaking.So this is it, I thought.This is where they finish me.My mind raced, spiraling into every story I had ever heard whispered about punishment. Whipping. Starvation. Isolation. Some never came back the same. Some never came back at all.Footsteps echoed outside the cell.My heart slammed s

CHAPTER NINE

ALUNA’S POVThe first thing I felt was pain.Not sharp, not sudden. Just deep. Everywhere. A dull, aching reminder that my body had been pushed past something it was never meant to survive.I tried to move and failed.A soft sound escaped my throat, more breath than voice. My eyes fluttered open slowly, the world swimming into view in muted colors. White ceiling. The faint scent of herbs and antiseptic. Light filtering through thin curtains.The clinic.I was alive.The realization didn’t bring relief. It brought confusion.I lay on my stomach, unable to turn, my back wrapped tightly in clean bandages. Something tugged at my hand. I glanced down and saw the thin tube attached to my wrist, clear liquid dripping steadily into my veins.So they decided not to let me die after all.My throat tightened.Why?Footsteps sounded near the door. Instinct screamed at me to hide, to protect myself, even though my body could barely respond. I forced my breathing to slow and let my eyes slide shut

CHAPTER TEN

ALUNA'S POV I did not run home.I walked, slowly, carefully, as though any sudden movement might shatter whatever fragile calm still clung to me. The forest felt different now. Not hostile. Not welcoming either. Just… watchful.The white wolf lingered in my thoughts like a half-remembered dream. No matter how many times I replayed the moment in my head, I could not name what I had felt. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t hope.It was recognition.And that frightened me more than claws or teeth ever could.By the time our small house came into view, the celebration drums from the pack square had faded completely. The night swallowed their joy whole, leaving me alone with questions I didn’t know how to ask.I pushed the door open quietly.Inside, the air was heavy.My mother sat on the edge of the wooden chair, her hands clenched tightly in her lap, her shoulders drawn inward as if she were bracing against an unseen storm. My father stood near the wall, staring at nothing, his jaw set so hard i

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