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The night of Nova’s twenty-first birthday arrived quietly.There was no grand celebration. Blood moon was not a pack that wasted time on loud ceremonies. Strength was acknowledged. Power was respected. That was enough.A fire burned in the center of the courtyard. Warriors stood in a loose circle. The air carried the scent of smoke and pine. The moon was high and full above them.Nova stood among them dressed in dark training clothes. Calm on the outside. Controlled as always.Inside, something felt different.Her wolf had been restless all day. Pacing beneath her skin. Awake in a way she had never felt before.Ryder stepped forward.The circle shifted instantly. Heads lowered slightly. Silence fell.He wore black as usual. His presence is steady. His gaze moved over the gathered wolves before settling on Nova.“Tonight,” he said, voice deep and even, “Nova comes of age.”No cheering. Just quiet respect.“You have served Bloodmoon with discipline and strength. From this night, you sta

Nova had always believed the story.Bloodmoon attacked without warning.Their Alpha ordered the slaughter.Ryder Blackwood would one day pay for it.Simple. Clear. Clean.Now it no longer felt clean.For three days after the bond formed, she moved through the pack with quiet focus. She trained. She patrolled. She answered when spoken to.But she also listened.Older warriors talked more freely at night near the fire. They assumed she was one of them now. One of Bloodmoon.That trust made her stomach twist.She sat a short distance away as two senior wolves spoke in low voices.“It was chaos back then,” one of them said. “The old Alpha had no patience.”“He never did,” the other replied. “That treaty should have been handled differently.”Nova kept her expression neutral.“What treaty,” she asked casually.The older wolf glanced at her. “You were not here then.”“No.”He sighed. “Fifteen years ago there was a meeting between Bloodmoon and the Silvercrest pack. Territory dispute.”Silve

Stop moving so much, Nora. If you ruin that dress the seamstress will blame me.Nora laughed as her best friend Mira pulled the soft white fabric over her shoulders.I’m not ruining anything, Nora said. You’re the one pulling it like you want to tear it.”Mira stepped back and looked at her carefully. The dress was simple but beautiful, made for tomorrow night's mating ceremony. Silver threads ran through the sleeves and the waist fit perfectly around Nora’s body.Mira folded her arms. Well… tomorrow you become the Beta’s Luna. I have to make sure you look perfect.Nora rolled her eyes but she couldn’t stop smiling.Future Beta Luna, she said softly.The words still felt strange.All her life the pack had said it would happen. Nora and Liam had grown up together. They trained together as kids, fought together during pack exercises, and slowly their childhood friendship turned into something deeper.Everyone believed their love story was perfect.Even Nora believed it.From the open w

“Stop running. You’re going to kill us.”The weak voice echoed inside Nora’s head.Her wolf sounded tired. Broken.But Nora did not stop.Branches snapped under her feet as she pushed through the dark forest. Cold air burned in her lungs and her legs trembled with every step.Behind her the pack house was long gone. The voices that once called her name had faded into silence.Still she ran.Tears blurred her vision.“You heard what he said,” her wolf whispered again. “He rejected us.”Nora clenched her jaw.“I know,” she muttered.The memory of Liam’s voice played again in her mind.I reject you.The pain in her chest tightened like a fist.Her wolf cried out softly.“I can still feel it,” Nora whispered. “Why does it hurt so much?”“Because the bond broke,” her wolf answered weakly. “Even if it was never strong.”Nora stumbled over a rock and nearly fell.Her legs felt heavy now.Her body was reaching its limit.But she refused to stop.If she stopped, the memories would catch up to

Elena wiped her hands on the edge of her apron and checked the time on the hallway clock.11:47 p.m.Too late for decent people. Perfect timing for the rich.The executive floor of the Bellissimo Grand Hotel was quiet, but not empty. It was never empty. Money did not sleep. It whispered behind locked doors and signed papers after midnight.“Elena,” Mrs. Carter called from the end of the hall. “Suite 1903 is added. Be quick.”Elena nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”She didn’t complain. She never did.Her mother’s hospital bill sat heavy in her bag downstairs. The pharmacy had refused to release medication that morning without payment. Her youngest brother needed new shoes for school. Her older sister had stopped asking for help with tuition.Elena could not afford mistakes. Or curiosity.She pushed her cart toward Suite 1903.The door was slightly open.That was unusual.She paused.There were voices inside. Male. Low. Tense.She should leave.She knew that.But the hotel had rules. Open door mean