เข้าสู่ระบบSophia
The Full Moon Ball is only a day away, and the pressure is on. Each year different pack hosts Full Moon Ball and this is year it is Redwood Pack's turn to arrange this annual ball.
My father is leaving no stone upturn to make sure our pack's Full Moon Ball is one of the best balls that has been witnessed in the years.
Determined to get through my day without drawing any attention, I keep my head low and busy myself with the long chores that I have been assigned.
My stomach grumbles with hunger but ignoring the hunger pangs I continue sweeping the hallways floors until it is shiny enough for people to see their reflection.
Standing up with a sigh, I pick up the bucket of dirty water and carry it outside to throw the water in the bushes before resuming the cleaning of the guest house where all the Alphas and their families will be staying.
As I am polishing the silverware in the dining room, I overhear some of the higher-ranking wolves talking about the guests who will be arriving.
"Did you hear? The Blind Alpha is coming," One of them whispers.
"Really? I thought he never attended these kinds of events," another replies.
A expression of disgust passes over my face when I hear them addressing the Alpha as the Blind Alpha. No one has the right to judge someone and especially labeling them. From what I have heard he is blind, but this doesn't mean that he should be defined by his disability. I quickly shake off the thought and focus on my work, determined not to let their gossip distract me.
As the day progresses, the guest house starts to take shape. The decorators hang lavish drapes, arrange elegant centerpieces, and ensure everything is perfect for the high-ranking guests.
I take a moment to admire the beautiful decoration and feel myself smiling at the thought how beautiful everything will look once moonlight will light up the entire place.
"Sophia! Stop lazying around and get back to work!" Cynthia's sharp voice reaches my ears, her eyes cold and unforgiving.
"Yes, Luna." Nodding my head, I head back outside to tend the garden.
My hands turn raw and bleed by the time I finish clearing up the weeds and picking up the roses from the garden for the vases.
Sitting on the steps, I bend my head on my knees as I feel dizzy because of the lack of food. I haven't ate anything for the past few days, but unlike last time this time I am allowed to drink water. And that is something helping to me suppress my hunger.
Letting out another sigh, I recall the rest of the chores that I have to finish before the sunset. The rest of the day passes in a blur of chores and commands. By the time the sun sets, I'm exhausted. I return to my room, collapsing onto my bed.
As I lay there, my mind drifts to the Full Moon Ball. It's a time when many find their mates, the one person destined to be their perfect match. A small part of me clings to the hope that my mate will come and take me away from all this.
Wrapping my arms around my stomach, I curl up on my side as the pain becomes overbearing. I have a wolf, and the lack of her presence is due to the fact that my father has made her dormant by not allowing me to shift. I have only shifted into my wolf once, and now I feel even she has left me because it has been years since I have felt her presence inside me.
I let myself cry for a few minutes, the tears flowing freely because the realization hits me that I don't have anyone with me; I am all alone, not even my wolf.
"Please come and find me, you are my only hope. I need you." Closing my eyes, I whisper to my probably non-existent mate, hoping that maybe by some miracle my longing will reach out to him.
LucasI hate that I know this was necessary. That this is what keeping everyone safe looks like, watching her walk away while I stand still, pretending it doesn’t break something inside me. I hate that I’m the logical one. The rational one. The one who has to think about what happens if I tear through her father’s men, how their bodies would fall, how questions would rise, how their blood would lead straight to us. To my people. To my family.I hate that she had to say those words. Words she didn’t mean. Words that tasted like poison even as they left her lips.And I hate that I let her suffer. That I stood there, knowing exactly what it was costing her to say them. I let her carry that weight because it was the only way to keep her safe, to keep everyone safe. But knowing that doesn’t make it hurt any less.When she looked at me for the last time, her face was a blank canvas, but I could feel everything she didn’t say. The tiny twitch in the corner of her mouth, the way her throat mo
Aurora“Aurora!”“Miss Blake!”At first, it sounds far away. A blur of voices muffled by the noise inside my chest. Then they get closer. Sharper.His posture shifts almost imperceptibly. His jaw tenses, his hand slides to my waist. His thumb presses lightly against my hip, and for a second, I let myself imagine he’s holding me there because he can’t bear to let me go.But I know better. He’s holding on because soon, he’ll have to let go.“Lucas.” My voice comes out softer than I mean it to. I reach up and cradle his face between my palms, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingers. His stubble grazing inside of my palm.“I love you,” I whisper, and the words feel too small, too fragile to hold everything I mean. “More than I will ever know. More than I could ever explain.”His eyes... God... his eyes are speaking what he can't... the love I can see in them is almost breaking me and making me feel so powerful.He doesn’t say anything. He just looks at me, and in that silence, I f
AuroraLucas’s grip tightens around me, and for a second, I can feel his pulse hammering against my spine. It’s fast, uneven, the kind of rhythm that doesn’t belong to calm people. There’s a faint gleam in his eyes, and it catches in the fading light. It’s wild, not entirely human, like something darker is peeking through the cracks of his skin. Half man, half wolf. It’s there for only a moment before he blinks, and I see the human again. Still fierce. Still dangerous. But different.He moves with purpose, his hand firm on the small of my back as he guides me through the trees. The forest is quiet except for the whisper of leaves under our feet. The air feels different, suffocated, the way it does before a storm.The echoes of gunfire are faint now, but sharp enough to keep my heart racing.When we reach the main clearing, I see everyone, Mikhail, Jake, Anastasia, Sophia, and there’s someone else too. A blond guy stands beside Mikhail, tall with a grin that feels like it was born out
AuroraThe sky is painted in shades of amber and violet, the kind of color that makes silence feel softer. The air smells faintly of pine and smoke drifting from somewhere far below. We’re sitting near the cliff’s edge, where the world stretches endlessly ahead. The wind moves through my hair, and Lucas’s arms are around me, strong, his chest pressed against my back.He doesn’t say much. He never does when words aren’t needed. His thumb traces small circles against my wrist, a motion that feels unconscious, like his body just knows where I am and needs to keep confirming it. I lean a little closer into him, the warmth of his breath brushing my temple.“What will happen now?” I ask quietly, not sure if I even want an answer. My voice almost gets lost in the sound of the trees.He hums, a small sound in the back of his throat, before pressing his cheek against my temple. “I don’t know,” he says finally, voice low, rough around the edges. “Other than that, I don’t ever want to let you go
AuroraAfter lunch, Anastasia has gone to her room to freshen up. Caleb left for work, his garage is on the main road, the one that leads to town. I still don’t get why he runs it, considering not many people around here even own cars. But there’s something endearing about it, like he’s keeping a habit alive just because it’s his. There’s a warmth about the way he mentioned it earlier, like that garage is his little world.Before leaving, he promised he’d teach me his “killer sandwich” recipe someday. I smiled and said I’d hold him to it, but deep down, I know that “someday” probably won’t come. Once I go back home, I doubt I’ll be allowed out again.Freedom, it seems, was always temporary for me.But none of that is what my mind keeps circling back to.It’s the ring.Anastasia’s ring.The image flashes in my head again, the faint mark of that same ring on the face of the dead man as if someone had constantly hit him. Like it had been pressed into him like a brand of punishment.I don
LucasMy heart feels lighter than it has in years.Aurora sits at the dining table with Jake and Caleb, her laughter mixing into theirs so naturally that for a moment, it feels like she’s always been part of this world. My world. She doesn’t force her way in, doesn’t try to impress anyone. She just fits.Caleb leans back in his chair, pretending not to be bothered by the story she’s telling about her eating pudding just to piss off her bitch grandma. I can tell he hates Aurora's family, just like Jake and I, because we can see how wrongfully they are treating Aurora.That’s the thing about Caleb. Most people see his sarcasm, the smirk that never quite fades, the casual shrug. They think he’s nonchalant. Untouchable. But I know better.Every muscle in his face gives him away. The tiny flex near his jaw when he’s holding back emotion. The way his eyes narrow when he’s assessing someone new. He’s cautious, always has been, especially with people who get close to us. He learned that the h







