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He asked suddenly "I can't shift," she said and looked up at him to see his reaction, but he didn't budge , she continued, I'm omega , from the weakest pack, both my parents were omega and poor , they were farmers but we are happy family, sudden rogue attack made me an orphan. Their death change me, ever since then, I promised myself never to do anything with mate. "But it's not possible," Jacob said softly " am sorry for your lost, but you can't reject me Annie, Goddess of the moon paired us,I've been searching for you for years, just to be with you and protect you...

I pat his knee, “It’s not your fault, I think the magic was just able to grow over the centuries it’s been here. It was sentient almost, and didn’t want me to have any claim on Brax.” Brax’s face pales as he watches me. “I did this?” “No, tattoos, you didn’t. The spirits within the land did.” I sigh, the healing magic warming through my body. “The forest here is very old. She will protect us now.” “Yeah… guys…” Rhett says again, " I don’t think we need to worry about that right now. I think we have bigger problems ahead of us.” “Like what?” I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder.

My life can't get anymore fucked up than it is now. "It's rare, but has happened before. When a strong wolf marks a human, that human could be gifted their own wolf on the next silver moon. It would weakened Jax's wolf as his spirit is split in two. Like Eve made from the rib of Adam, so can a new spirit be born from another. Creepy!" Sophia's eyes widened then chuckled reading the next section. Nothing in that book could possibly be funny. "What else does it say, Sophia?" Barry asked annoyed. We all stared at her with bated breaths waiting to know how it worked.

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.

In sleep, she looked so innocent, unburdened by the responsibilities that weighed on us both. Silently, I crossed the room to where my travel bag lay. Digging through its contents, I pulled out a book I had brought with me from the city. The leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age—a relic, much like the secrets it contained. Settling back into bed, I opened the book, eager to lose myself in its ancient wisdom. The familiar scent of parchment and ink-filled my nostrils as I started to read. This book, unlike any other, held unparalleled information about the spirit wolf and its significance. My eyes glided over the pages, absorbing each word with a ravenous hunger.

Then the pups are most frequently born as the Luna’s original rank and 50/50 on gender. Not only are all twelve of my siblings Alphas, but they were all born with their wolf spirits awakened already. Most spirits don’t wake or manifest until closer to puberty and then we fully shift anywhere between thirteen and eighteen. The higher the rank, the earlier the shift. But my brothers and sisters all had their wolf spirits awake at birth and they were all brand-new spirits with special abilities, not reincarnations. Some of those abilities are super strength, super speed, enhanced healing, teleportation, telekinesis, and hypnotism. Things like that.

My pulse hammered in my ears, every nerve screaming flight, but my feet stayed rooted to the ground. The wolf circled me slowly, each heavy step echoing through the fog, its presence pressing down like the weight of a storm. Its voice rolled through my mind like distant thunder. "Triad bearer," it rumbled. "The bond awakens, but it is incomplete. Threads fray at the edges." I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stand tall despite the tremble in my limbs. "What do you mean? We bound fully. The poison's gone. We're one." The spirit lowered its massive head, its muzzle brushing against my hand. The touch was cold, weightless, and yet it sent a sharp pulse through my veins, like ice and fire colli

This wasn’t a chase. This was a hunt. The shift hit me like a wildfire, fast and all-consuming. It started deep—bone-deep—like something unraveling inside me, something primal and ancient clawing its way to the surface. My skin burned, stretched, reshaped. Muscles tore and reformed in an instant, snapping into place with a vicious kind of precision. My spine cracked, lengthened, shifting until I was on four legs instead of two. My hands curled, fingers retracting, claws extending in their place. The pain was brief, a flicker of white-hot agony before it settled, replaced by the rush of raw, untamed power.

Bingo. I opened it slowly. The pages crackled like old bones, but the ink was still dark, still legible. Symbols danced along the margins—lunar glyphs, runes of awakening, binding wards. Words most wolves couldn’t even pronounce. And then I saw it. “They are not born beneath the moon. They are born with it. Their souls burn silver, their blood runs deep with fire forgotten.” I swallowed hard. This wasn’t just metaphor. This was truth. And Nyx…

Its body looked made from darkness and bone, ancient runes glowed across its skin. And its eyes—Its eyes burned gold. The same color as mine. My wolf went completely silent inside me. The beast looked directly at me. Then it spoke. Not aloud. Inside my head. Moonborn… Pain exploded through my chest instantly. I gasped sharply. Damian shouted my name, but his voice sounded dist ant now. Everything around me blurred. The creature’s voice sounded deeper inside my mind. It was my Spirit guide, it was sent by the MoonGoddess herself to protect me when I'm against powerful beings.