Amara’s POV
I was already on my knees cleaning the blood-stained stone floor of the Lycan Pack's great hall before the sun had even risen. The strong soap left my fingertips sore and hurt. As though the pack wanted to constantly remind me of my position, the wolves' strong, overpowering scent permeated the air around me. "Slave, hurry up!" yelled Greta, a member of the pack's elite. She spoke in a deep, icy tone. "Are you going to be on this floor all day?" Knowing that answering would gain me more than just words, I chose not to do so. What happened when I dared to resist them was evidenced by the scars on my arms and back. I looked at the floor instead. Dirty, hollow-eyed, and sporting knotted black hair, my reflection in the pool of soapy water looked back at me. The girl in that reflection was someone I detested. Weak. Sad. "Do you see that, Greta?" As they went by, one of the other women of the elite said. I could hear them, but their voices grew quieter. "On her wrist." That mark. I went cold. My left wrist's crescent-shaped scar was the topic of their conversation. I never gave it any thought, even though it had been there for as long as I could remember. A second person said back, "It means something." "However, what could it" "Nothing'!" Greta interrupted them with a snap. She scowled down at me as though my very existence was a criminal. In any case, she is a dirty slave. Amara, get back to work! "Yes, Greta," I said quietly, looking down. I tightened my wrist, concealing the imprint under my dress's frayed sleeve. I didn't have time to think about it, whatever it meant. My only concern was surviving. Later that night, pack members crowded into the main hall. The Moonlight Ceremony, a celebration of the Lycans' power and unity, took place tonight. I had to serve even though I was not permitted to take part because I was a slave. I swerved through the crowd, dodging sneers and stinging elbows, while holding a tray of beverages. Excitement filled the air, and I felt unnoticeable. Then I looked up, which was a mistake. I saw him at that point. Darius. Like a king among wolves, he towered above everyone in the middle of the hall. He was hard to miss with his wide shoulders and sharp golden eyes. The Alpha. Strong and invincible. I instantly averted my gaze to blend in with the background as my heart thumped in my chest. However, my tray slipped as I turned. Wine spilled at his feet as a cup fell to the ground. The audience became quiet. I went cold. With all eyes on me, the atmosphere felt oppressive. "You there," he said in a deep, powerful voice. "Come on over." As I stepped out into the open, my legs shook. I avoided looking into his eyes and kept my head down. "I apologize, Alpha," I said. "It happened by accident." "Observe me," he commanded. I had no desire to. I was unable to. However, the draw was too great. I experienced it—a sudden surge of warmth, an odd tingle that traveled throughout my body—when my eyes finally locked with his. My friend. I kept hearing the word. It was so heavy that my knees almost gave out. This cannot be taking place. Not to me. His face grew stern. "No." I felt sick to my stomach. "This is a mistake," Darius stated in a chilly, disinterested tone. "I could never have you as a mate—you are a weak, pitiful slave." Murmurs broke out among the gathering. Someone started to say, "Alpha," but he silenced them with a raised hand. He declared, "I, Darius of the Lycan Pack, deny you as my mate." His words sliced right through me like knives. My eyes ached with tears, but I fought the need to cry. Not in this place. Not in public. Their whispers and laughing chased me out of the hall as I turned and fled. I sat with my knees pressed to my chest in the shadowy corner of the servant's quarters. My soul, not just my emotions, ached from the rejection. "What made the Moon Goddess so ruthless?" I said to myself in a whisper. She paired me with someone who detested me, but why? Someone who thought I was just a dirty slave? The moonlight coming through the small window seemed to give a subtle glow to the crescent mark on my wrist. Wishing I could remove it, I rubbed it. I hastily cleaned my face as I heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. With a creak, the door opened, and two elderly people entered, their features obscured by darkness. One of them questioned, "Is she the one?" "Yes," said the other. "It is confirmed by the crescent mark." "What are you looking for?" My voice trembled as I asked. With icy eyes, the first elder took a step forward. Slave, you don't belong in this pack. You'll be sent away tomorrow. Alpha Viktor has already purchased you at a high cost. My blood froze. Alpha Viktor had a reputation for being cruel, particularly to women. I wouldn't make it if they sent me to him. I shook my head, saying, "No." "This is not possible!" The older hissed, "You're not in a position to argue." "Thank goodness we didn't kill you." My thoughts were racing as I paced the tiny space. I was unable to allow them to send me to Viktor. I needed to get out. However, there was strict security at the servant's quarters. There was no way out. As the hours went by, I could hear footsteps coming. Two pack warriors barged in as the door crashed open. One of them grabbed my arm and said, "Time to go." "No!" I struggled against their hold and yelled. "Give me a break!" Despite my cries, they pulled me into the packhouse's dim hallways. We went outside, and the chilly night air assaulted my face. The wheels of a carriage creaked menacingly in the quiet as it waited close to the gates. I was filled with panic. Desperate to escape, I thrashed more violently. "Darius!" Even though I knew he wouldn't arrive, I still yelled his name. With a smash of the door, the warriors pushed me into the carriage. With tears running down my cheeks, I put my hands against the little window as the wheels started to revolve. I had no idea what was waiting for me when I left the only house I had ever known.Amara’s POV My wrists hurt from the tight chains digging into my flesh as the carriage shook on the uneven route. I tried not to cry as I looked at the floor. I couldn't stop the pain in my chest, but crying was pointless. The warrior seated across from me said, "Move," and pushed my leg with his boot. I averted my gaze and bit my lip. In the Lycan Pack, they had treated me like trash, but now? This was awful. I was now cargo, something to be exchanged, not merely a slave. The door swung open as the carriage came to a stop. I stumbled as my feet scraped the gravel walkway as two soldiers pulled me out. A tall fortress with icy stone walls stood in front of me. Viktor's domain. One of the guards snarled, "Welcome to your new home." At home. It sounded like a cruel joke. They pushed me forward, causing me to stumble and drop to my knees. I didn't scream even though my palms scraped the floor. Weakness would just exacerbate the situation. As he pulled me back to my feet,
Amara’s POV My wrists were raw from the iron cuffs as I was pulled back into the chilly chamber. Cold rage flooded Viktor's piercing grey eyes as he stood in the doorway. With a voice as keen as a sword, he said, "Let's try this again." "What is meant by the crescent mark?" I shook but boldly said, "I told you." "I'm not sure." A ruthless smirk twisted Viktor's lip. "Falsehoods." I prepared myself for what was about to happen as he approached me with calm, methodical steps. Days of abuse had left my body hurting, but I resisted showing signs of weakness. He walked around me like a predator and asked, "Amara, do you think you can defy me?" "Your pitiful existence is pointless. You will regret not telling me what I want to know. I forced myself to look into his eyes and swallowed hard. "I do not know at all. I won't offer you answers I don't have, but feel free to do as you please. His hand swung out and seized my chin firmly. He hissed, "You're brave for a slave." "But
Amara’s POV I pressed myself against my cell's chilly stone wall and held my breath. Even though my heart was racing, I made myself remain composed. I needed to leave. Before Viktor ruined me entirely, I had to get out. There was a loud yawn from the guard outside my cell. He was becoming reckless. Excellent. For me, that would simplify things. I clenched the little pin I had stolen earlier, looking down at it. I knew how the mechanism operated because I had seen them lock and open the door enough times. I carefully twisted the pin into the lock. Even though my hands were shaking, I couldn't afford to fail. Click. I paused when the door cracked open one inch. The guard remained still. I barely managed to get through by pushing it open. I walked slowly in the direction of the exit, listening for any alarm. The chilly night air pricked my flesh as I arrived at the outer gate. I took off running. My breath came out in quick spurts as I ran into the darkness, my legs burning. I kn
Amara’s POV The chilly night air burnt my lungs as I ran, breathing in quick gasps. Despite the pain in my legs, I persisted. The thick woodland was hardly lighted by the moonlight, and the shadows encircled me like claws. My heart thumped with both terror and resolve. They couldn't catch me. Never again. "Amara!" The sound of his voice chilled my blood. Darius. My chest heaved as I whirled around. His dark eyes were fixed on me as he stood a few feet away, his face unreadable. I felt a flash of anger. My hands were clenched. With a trembling voice, I spat, "You have no right to say my name." "You turned me down. I was taken by them. Why have you come here now? Darius stepped forward, a puzzled expression on his face. "Amara, I" "No!" I interrupted, gesturing to him with a quivering finger. "You're not allowed to talk! After everything, you're here now, even though you flung me aside like I was nothing? Why? He looked... confused as he opened and closed his mouth. The
Amara’s POVI ran as quickly as my legs would allow. My heart was racing as the trees passed in a blur. Darius was immediately behind me, stomping on the leaves with his big feet. Tension filled the air, and the smell of the fight's blood was still strong."Wait, Amara! Darius yelled.I continued. I was unable to. My legs felt odd suddenly—too light, too fast. My vision seemed to intensify as the ground underneath me seemed to change. My body felt stronger and different.And then I suddenly jumped. This was faster and higher than before. With tiny gasps of breath, I fell on a large tree branch. What was going on with me?Below me, Darius skidded to a halt, his eyes wide. "Amara... How did you accomplish that?"Panic swelling in my throat, I glanced at him. "I—I'm not sure."Reaching for me, he ascended and said, "You must be honest with me. Who are you?"I leaned my back against the tree trunk and shook my head. "I'm not sure, Darius! There's a problem with me. Since then—“The mark.”
Amara’s POVI felt weird when I woke up. My vision was blurry, and my body felt heavy. My legs and arms would not budge.There was a problem.My muscles didn't react as they should have when I attempted to raise my head. My breathing was erratic, and my thoughts were delayed. My tongue was stuck with a thick, harsh flavour. I had taken a medication.I felt panic, but my body was still lethargic. My last memory was of slinking through the Lycan Pack's hallways, trying to find a way out before they decided to hand me over to Viktor. I had heard the elders discussing a possible agreement with him in whispers. But darkness had engulfed me before I could do anything.A chilly hand touched my cheek."She's awakening," a rough voice whispered.I opened my eyes and saw that four elders were standing around me. They had no emotion on their faces. Thick ropes sliced into my wrists, tying my hands behind my back."Why? With a dry throat, I croaked.Elder Marcus was kneeling next to me, his face
Amara’s POVBlood was streaming from Darius's mouth as he lay on the ground. His body struggled to rise, and his breathing was laboured."No! I yelled and tried to rush to him, but I was stopped by Viktor's soldiers.With evil enjoyment shining in his eyes, Viktor stood above Darius. He mocked, "Look at you, Alpha." Is this the powerful warrior that everyone is afraid of? Horrible.With a roar, Darius got to his knees. His voice was scratchy as he spat, "You won't win." "I will always stand up for her."Viktor laughed. "Oh, but you're wrong. I've already triumphed.Darius crashed to the ground after his boot struck his chest. Blood spattered the floor as Darius coughed.My eyes hurt with tears. Despite my best efforts, the guards' hold proved unbreakable. "Please," I pleaded. "Avoid killing him."Viktor turned to face me with a composed, almost happy look on his face. Then, with ease, he remarked, "Amara, make your decision." "Give me the child, and I'll spare him; be mine."I went co
Amara’s POVMy heart was racing as I gazed at the woman before me.She said she was my mom. However, how? Her death was expected.I said, "I don't believe you."The woman's eyes become painful. "Amara, I understand that this is difficult to accept. However, I am your mom. And the truth must be told to you.I gave a headshake. "No. I was a child when my mother passed away.Her hands shaking, she took a step closer. "They intended for you to think that."I took a deep breath. "Who?"She inhaled deeply. "Those who were afraid of your strength."Strength? I scowled. "I don't get it."She looked down at my wrist and the crescent mark pressing into my flesh. "Your mark," she said in a whisper. It is more than a birthmark. It represents a long-standing lineage that was created to overthrow despots like Viktor.My stomach turned over. "What are you discussing?"She gave me a desperate look. "Amara, you have a forgotten family history. The purpose of our lineage was to establish equilibrium. T
Amara’s POVThe night was filled with screams. As the attack started, the air was mingled with the smell of burning wood and blood. With their red eyes gleaming in the darkness, Lilith's army charged into the settlement."Keep the pack safe!" I yelled, my voice barely audible above the commotion.The warriors confronted the assailants. Shadows curled about us, growls reverberated through the air, and claws fought. Lilith's wolves were abnormal; their bodies went in and out of the darkness at an odd pace.Darius was already tearing through the opponents in his wolf form. Beside him, Callum swung his teeth in a savage snarl. My people were fighting and dying everywhere I looked.Then I spotted her through the flames.Lilith's ruby eyes glowed with laughter as she stood composedly amid the devastation. She was only observing her monsters tearing up my pack without doing anything yet.A chilly fury blazed within me. I couldn't allow her to prevail.I sprang at the closest foe, avoiding th
Amara’s POVI stood motionless at the edge of the pack's area, staring at the person in front of me while the wind howled through the trees. Lilith.She didn't resemble Viktor at all. She was something far worse than a monster, propelled by darkness that even he had never conquered, but his creation. With a terrifying smile, her piercing red eyes met mine, and her long jet-black hair seemed to float weightlessly.She tilted her head and purred, "Amara, you look weaker than I expected." Not my father's loss to the powerful tiny wolf. You no longer even possess your magic, do you?I balled my fists up. I would not allow her to see how afraid I am. "Lilith, what do you want?"A sneer formed on her lips. "Retaliation."Naturally."But I'm feeling giving today," she added, taking her time walking. "Give yourself one hour. An hour to get ready. Do anything you want: run, hide, or fight. I'll destroy everything you hold dear when I get back.My chest ached sharply from what she said. An hour
Amara’s POVTension, the kind that made my skin prickle, was heavy in the air. After only a brief period of tranquillity, the Moonshine Pack felt uneasy tonight.I couldn't get rid of the uneasiness that was creeping into my bones as I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. Things had been altered since the ritual. I had lost my magic. I had broken free from Viktor's curse and saved my pack, but at what price?The window was rocked by a sudden burst of wind.With my heart racing, I sat up. There was something out there.Darius woke up next to me. He put his arm around my waist for protection, but as soon as I moved, he awoke, his instincts as keen as ever. "Amara?" he said in a sleepy voice. "What’s wrong?"Not wanting to come out as suspicious, I paused. I said, "I… don’t know," "Something doesn’t feel right."Darius rubbed a hand across his face and sighed. "You're worn out. You must get some rest.However, I was aware of this emotion. Before every strike, before every battle that ha
Amara’s POVI felt uneasy when I opened my eyes. I felt as though there was a void inside of me where my magic formerly was. I sat up, feeling the comforting warmth of my strength deep within myself, my fingers shaking. Nothing. A cold panic took hold of me. My breathing became laboured."Darius," I said, my voice hardly coherent. "Something’s wrong."In a moment, Darius was by my side, his golden eyes full of worry. "What is it?"I forcefully gulped, attempting once more to conjure up even a glimmer of strength. Nothing has changed. My chest constricted. "I can’t feel my magic," I said quietly, my voice cracking.His hands encircled me. He tried to reassure me, saying, "Maybe you're just weak from the ritual." "You were worn down by it. Allow time.I gave a headshake. "Darius, no. It is no longer there. I sense it. As if something had been torn from me." With the dread gnawing at my throat, I raised my voice a little. "Now how can I keep them safe? "How do I fight?"Darius drew me in
Amara’s POVDarkness enveloped me like a shroud of oppression.You could hear Viktor's voice everywhere. Whispering. Taunting. Drawing me farther into the emptiness."Amara, let go. Give up fighting.I wanted to scream, but the sound was drowned out by the darkness. My thoughts were slow and my body felt heavy.Perhaps he was correct. Perhaps this was my destiny.No more suffering. No more battling.Simply put, peace.But something spoke out to me from deep within. This isn't true. Return the fight!I made my feet move by clenching my fists.I wouldn't allow Viktor to prevail."You don’t control me," I clenched my teeth and said.Viktor's laugh reverberated across the silence. "Don’t I?"My arms were encircled by the twisting tendrils of the shadows, which pulled me below. I let out a cry as my strength was drained by the cold seeping into my flesh."You’re already mine, Amara." Viktor had a smooth, assured voice. "You just don’t realize it yet."I fought the darkness, but it pulled m
Amara’s POVThe air was heavy with the aroma of burning plants, and the shaman's tent was barely illuminated. As I watched him set up the ceremony, my hands shook. The only thing preventing me from running was Darius's proximity.My chest began to feel heavy with the impending event.It was this.Either I prevailed, or I permanently lost myself.A circle of luminous stones, each pulsing with energy, was spread forth by the shaman. He spoke in a language I couldn't understand and moved slowly and deliberately. Then his piercing eyes met mine as he raised his head.He remarked, "You must be sure," "Once we begin, there is no turning back."I took a deep breath. "I know."After examining me for a while, he nodded. "Viktor's darkness will be removed from you by this ritual, but it won't be kind. You have to struggle to stay alive.I balled my fists up. "And if I’m not strong enough?"The shaman's face grew serious. "You'll be lost after that. Forever.Beside me, Darius tensed up. "That wo
Amara’s POVHis words reverberated in my head as I remained motionless in the shaman's house."You must destroy the part of yourself that carries his power."My skills are gone.It was like a massive stone pressing down on me. What would I do if I had no power? How would I keep the people I cared about safe?Was I truly prepared to sacrifice a piece of myself to free myself from Viktor's grip?I had no idea.But I had to make a choice.I had to make a decision quickly.Darius escorted me outdoors, out of the shaman's prying eyes. Despite the cool night air on my blazing skin, the tempest within me remained unabated.He looked over at me. "You can’t do this, Amara."I encircled myself with my arms. "Then what do you suggest?""There has to be another way." His tone was frantic and strong. "We can fight this together."I gave a headshake. "You're not getting it. Darius, it's inside me. I have Viktor inside of me.He tightened his jaw. "That doesn’t mean you have to destroy yourself to s
Amara’s POVThe muttering continued.Viktor's voice slithered in my head every time I closed my eyes, tightening like a suffocating vine around my thoughts.Luna, small, you are mine.I clenched my jaw, attempting to block him out. "No. I’m not."You will be.A searing ache pierced my wrist. I looked down, gasping. The mark, the black, odd symbol, blazed under my skin like a fire.My teeth were clenched. I have to stop letting this get to me. I would not allow it.I was forced to fight.However, the darkness seemed to be encroaching on me more and more with each second that went by.Furthermore, I was running out of time.The burning feeling raced through me, and I spent the majority of the morning in my room, holding on to my wrist.The murmurs were no longer merely words. They were tugging at me and making me think in different ways.I sensed that something was hiding beneath my skin.Something is amiss."Amara?"I raised my head.Darius waited at the doorway, his golden eyes deepen
Amara’s POVMy hands continued to shake.The horror of the blood on my skin was still fresh even though it had dried. I couldn't remember what I'd done. I had no clue whose blood it was.This is not taking place.However, it was.With strong gasps of breath, I staggered back. The murmurs in my mind became more intense.Viktor's voice purred, "Run," before they discover your actions.My ears throbbed with my heartbeat.Then I ran.I sprinted into the dark jungle, branches tearing at my arms. My ragged gasps were carried by the howling wind.I needed to leave.Stay away from the blood. Stay away from the truth.Because if I stayed and they discovered me in this state...Would I still be perceived as Amara?Would they spot a monster instead?I was walking over uneven ground. I went down on my knees after tripping. My fingers dug into the wet ground.I balled my fists up. Amara, think. You must think.The murmurs, however, persisted.Didn't you sense it? My thoughts slithered with Viktor'