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Aria’s POV
Being the daughter of Alpha Lysander of the Silver Moon Pack should’ve been an honor. Should’ve. Instead, it’s a never-ending cycle of punishment, lectures, and my mother sighing like she regrets ever giving birth to me.
And to be honest? I get it.
I’m reckless, stubborn, and apparently ‘unfit for a lady of noble blood.’ At least, that’s what my father says every time I get into trouble, which, to be fair, is often.
Like today, for example.
“Aria!” My mother’s voice echoes through the halls. “What did you do this time?”
I groan and roll over in bed, stuffing a pillow over my head. “Mother, why do you always assume I did something?”
There’s a pause. Then, in a very dry tone, she says, “Experience.”
Okay, fair point.
Before I can defend myself, my bedroom door swings open. My mother, the Luna, walks in, her long hair pulled into a regal braid, her piercing eyes scanning me like a disappointed queen.
She crosses her arms. “Well?”
I sit up and blink at her. “Could you be more specific? Because, honestly, there’s a long list of things I could be in trouble for.”
She sighs. “Your father is furious.”
“What else is new?” I mutter under my breath.
She ignores that and continues, “You nearly got yourself killed last night.”
I perk up. “Ohhh, so it’s about that.”
Her eyebrow twitches.
Look, in my defense, I did technically do something heroic. Last night, an intruder breached our territory, a rogue, wild and foaming at the mouth, clearly out of his mind. He attacked one of our border guards, and before I even thought about it, I blasted him with my power.
It was…well, kind of awesome.
The guy was thrown ten feet back, unconscious. I mean, he was going to kill someone, so I had no choice. But instead of being impressed, my father nearly had a heart attack.
“What were you thinking?” he had roared last night.
And honestly? I had no answer.
I wasn’t thinking. I just…reacted.
Mother sits on the edge of my bed, rubbing her temples. “Your father is convinced you’re going to get yourself killed before your hundred birthday.”
I shrug. “I mean, he’s not wrong.”
She glares.
I cough. “I mean, he’s totally wrong! I was fine. Barely even got a scratch.”
Her expression softens slightly. “I was proud of you, you know.”
I blink. “Wait. What?”
She gives me a small, secret smile. “You protected your pack, Aria. You were brave. But…” She sighs. “You know I can’t say that in front of your father.”
I groan. “Of course not. That would ruin his whole ‘Aria is a disaster’ narrative.”
Mother chuckles but quickly schools her face back to neutrality. “Just…try not to make it worse today, alright?”
I grin. “Define ‘worse.’”
She narrows her eyes.
I hop off my bed, stretching. “Relax, Mother. I’m just going to go see Father.”
She freezes. “For what?”
“To tell him I want to be the next Alpha.”
Everywhere went silence, that you can hear a pin if it drops on the floor.
Mother stares at me like I just declared I was running away to become a rogue.
“…Aria.” Her voice is seductively calm. “Have you lost your mind?”
I grin. “Nope! Just finally using it.”
And with that, I skip out of my room, leaving my poor mother behind to mentally prepare for the chaos that’s about to unfold.
Walking into my father’s office always feels like walking into enemy territory. The air is thick with authority, the walls lined with ancient books, war maps, and weapons that have seen way too much blood.
Alpha Lysander sits behind his massive wooden desk, his glassy eyes narrowing the second he sees me.
“What now?” he grumbles.
I plop down in the chair across from him, propping my feet up on his desk. “So. I’ve decided I’m going to be the next Alpha.”
He was silent for few seconds.
He grips his pen so hard it snaps in half.
I blink. “Wow. Didn’t even take you a full ten seconds to break something. Impressive.”
His eye twitches.
“Aria.” His voice is dangerously low. “Do you have a death wish?”
“Not today, no.” I grin. “But thanks for asking.”
He rubs his temples, muttering something about his blood pressure.
“I’m serious, Father,” I say, leaning forward. “I don’t want to be some Alpha’s Luna. I want to be the Alpha.”
He finally looks at me, his gaze sharp as a blade. “You know that’s not how it works.”
“Yeah, yeah, tradition and all that crap,” I wave my hand. “But who says I can’t be the first female Alpha of Silver Moon?”
He glares. “Our pack has never…”
“Well, maybe it’s time we change that.”
His jaw clenches. “You have no idea what it takes to lead, Aria.”
I smirk. “Neither do half the power-hungry idiots you force me to train with, but you’re fine letting them have a shot.”
A vein pops in his forehead. “Aria.”
“Yes, dearest Father?”
His eye twitches harder. “Get. Out.”
I salute. “Aye, aye, Alpha.”
As I stand to leave, I catch a glimpse of Mother peeking from the doorway, covering her mouth to hide a laugh.
Well. At least someone is entertained.
Aria's POVI found my father's journal again late one evening, after a long day of coordinating the Leadership Reform Initiative. The leather was worn from handling, pages marked with notes I'd added to his original entries. It had become both connection to who he'd been and record of who I'd become.I opened to a passage I'd read dozens of times: *Leadership isn't about being invulnerable. It's about being honest enough to show vulnerability while remaining strong enough to carry responsibility. The best Alphas are fully human—flawed, uncertain, struggling—and still committed to serving their packs with everything they have.*He'd understood something I was still learning. That strength didn't require perfection. That showing humanity wasn't weakness. That the most effective leadership came from being authentic rather than invulnerable.I picked up my pen and added my own entry below his words:*Dad, I've been leading Silver Moon for over a year now. I've survived challenges you prob
Aria's POVThree weeks after the hearing, I convened what we were calling the Leadership Reform Initiative—a formal organization built from Elena's shadow network, wolves who'd attended forums, and Alphas sympathetic to merit-based governance. It was ambitious, risky, and absolutely necessary.The gathering took place at Silver Moon, which felt symbolically important. This was where the first female Alpha led, where forums had started, where resistance to tradition had found solid ground. Making it the foundation for broader movement felt right.Wolves filled our main hall—more than I'd expected, representing territories across the region. Some I knew well. Others were strangers drawn by the possibility of change. All carried the hope that what had started with my leadership could become something bigger, more sustainable, more transformative."Thank you for coming," I began, standing before the assembled group. "We're here because we've all recognized that individual victories aren't
Selene's POVThe days following the hearing were chaotic in ways I hadn't anticipated. The council's decision—not just ruling in Aria's favor but creating new protections against baseless challenges—sent shockwaves through pack leadership across territories.I watched it unfold from my position with Commissioner Vera, seeing reactions that ranged from relief to fury. Alphas who'd supported Brennan's coalition were scrambling to manage fallout. Those who'd remained neutral were reassessing their positions. And quietly, carefully, wolves who'd been watching Aria's success with hope began reaching out."I've received seventeen requests for information about hosting leadership forums," I told Vera as we reviewed correspondence. "From Alphas, advisors, even pack members asking how to facilitate similar discussions in their territories."Vera looked up from her work, surprised. "Seventeen? That's... significant.""It's a movement," I said quietly. "Aria didn't just win her territorial chall
Aria's POVThe celebration at Silver Moon that evening was spontaneous and joyful. Pack members gathered in the main hall, relief and pride mixing into something almost tangible. They'd watched their Alpha face down a political attack designed to undermine everything we'd built together, and we'd won.But as I stood among them, accepting congratulations and sharing in their happiness, I felt the weight of what had almost been lost. How close we'd come to proving Brennan's coalition right—that challenging tradition meant risking everything, that female leadership was too vulnerable to be sustainable."You look thoughtful for someone who just won a major victory," Maya observed, appearing beside me with two drinks.I accepted one gratefully. "I'm thinking about the ones who don't win. The capable wolves who face similar challenges without the resources, allies, or documentation we had. The females who give up on leadership because fighting is too costly. We won today, but how many other
Aria's POVThe commissioners deliberated for three hours. I spent that time in a side chamber with Maya and Caspian, trying not to pace, trying not to imagine worst-case scenarios, trying not to let anxiety overwhelm the confidence I'd projected during testimony."It went well," Maya said for the third time. "The evidence was overwhelming. Kristoff's testimony was powerful. Brennan looked desperate by the end. Any fair evaluation would dismiss the challenge.""If it's a fair evaluation," I said quietly. "But we've established that fairness isn't guaranteed when politics are involved."Caspian pulled me close. "Whatever happens, you fought brilliantly. You presented truth with dignity. You refused to be diminished or intimidated. That matters regardless of outcome."I wanted to believe him. But the truth was, if I lost this challenge, if the council ruled against me despite overwhelming evidence, it wouldn't just hurt me—it would hurt every wolf who'd believed change was possible. It w
Caspian's POVDuring the recess, I watched Alphas cluster in small groups, debating what they'd witnessed. The hearing had exposed divisions more clearly than any forum could—some wolves genuinely troubled by Aria's approach, others increasingly uncomfortable with Brennan's tactics, most uncertain about which side represented stability versus change.I was preparing to rejoin Aria when Alpha Kristoff approached, Elena beside him. They'd been sitting in the gallery, observing without commenting, and I'd wondered whether Kristoff would actually follow through on his promise of quiet support."That was quite a performance in there," Kristoff said, and I couldn't immediately tell if he meant it positively or critically."Aria was honest," I replied carefully. "She presented evidence, defended her leadership, and refused to accept that female Alphas should face different standards than male ones.""Yes, she did," Elena said, and her expression was approving. "She also demonstrated exactly







