Mason's POVThe autopsy report sat on my desk, its contents burning a hole in my mind. I'd read it a dozen times, each review only deepening my suspicions. The official cause of death was listed as "natural causes," but the details painted a different picture entirely.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as I tried to understand everything. The report claimed my father had died of heart failure, likely brought on by the stress of the earthquake. But how did that explain the bruises on his wrists and ankles? The unexplained substance in his bloodstream? The timeline that didn't quite add up?No, this wasn't a natural death. This was murder, carefully disguised to look like an unfortunate accident.A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I called, quickly shuffling the papers on my desk.Garrett, the Beta, entered with a respectful nod. "Alpha Mason," he said, his tone respectful but tinged with impatience. "The pack is asking about your father's autopsy result
Aurora's POVThe sun was setting over the Nightshade Pack territory, casting a warm golden glow across the landscape. I sat on a blanket in a small clearing, the remains of a picnic scattered around me. Beside me, Ethan lounged comfortably, his presence both reassuring and slightly unsettling.We had been spending more and more time together over the past few weeks. At first, it was just him checking in on me, ensuring I was adjusting to life in the pack. But gradually, our interactions had become more frequent and more personal. Today's picnic was his idea—a chance to relax and enjoy the beautiful weather, he'd said.I studied Ethan's profile as the light faded, casting long shadows across the clearing. He was undeniably handsome, with solid features and piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through me. But more than that, he was kind, understanding, and protective, making me feel safe for the first time in a long while."Penny, for your thoughts?" Ethan's voice broke through
Aurora's POVThe morning sun streamed through my window, casting a warm glow across my room. I stretched lazily, a smile tugging at my lips as I realized what day it was. Today marked the beginning of my new job, my first step towards true independence in the Nightshade Pack.As I got ready, my mind wandered back to the conversation I'd had with Ethan a few days ago. He had called me to his office, his expression a mix of excitement and nervousness."Aurora," he said, "I have a proposition for you. There's an opening in the pack's administrative office. It's a good position with room for growth, and I'd like to offer it to you."I'd been taken aback by his offer, touched by his thoughtfulness, but also wary of accepting too much from him. "Ethan, that's incredibly kind of you, but...""But you're worried about special treatment," he'd finished for me, a knowing smile on his face. "I understand. But this isn't charity, Aurora. You're smart and capable; the pack could use someone like y
Aurora's POVThe days following the arrival of the stalker's letter passed in a blur of anxiety and heightened security measures. Despite Ethan's reassurances and the increased pack patrols, I jumped at every shadow, every unexpected sound. The fear that had driven me from my old pack had followed me here, threatening to unravel the fragile sense of peace I'd begun to build.On a terrible night, when Sarah's guest room walls felt like they were closing in on me, I reached for my phone. My fingers hovered over the keypad for a moment before deciding. There was only one person I wanted to talk to, one who could make me feel safe.I dialed Ethan's number, my heart pounding as I waited for him to pick me up."Aurora?" His voice was alert despite the late hour. "Is everything okay?""Ethan, I..." My voice cracked, and I took a shaky breath. "I'm sorry to bother you so late. I just... I can't sleep. I keep thinking about the letter, about him finding me...""I'll be right there," Ethan said
Mason's POVThe pack house was quiet as I paced in my father's old office—my office now, I suppose. The weight of leadership sat heavily on my shoulders, made all the heavier by the suspicions and doubts that had been plaguing me since my father's death.A soft knock at the door interrupted my brooding. "Come in," I called out, straightening up and trying to look more composed than I felt.Lucas, my newly appointed Beta, and longtime friend, slipped into the room. His face was grave, and I felt my stomach tighten with anticipation."You have news?" I asked, unable to keep the eagerness out of my voice.Lucas nodded, closing the door behind her. "I do, but you won't like it, Mason."I gestured for him to sit, taking my seat behind the desk. "Tell me everything."Lucas took a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine with determination and worry. "I've been digging into your father's death, just like you asked. And... well, there are some inconsistencies."My heart rate picked up. "What kind o
Mason's POVThe days following my conversation with Lucas were a blur of paranoia and suspicion. Every interaction, every glance, every whispered conversation seemed loaded with hidden meaning. But nothing set my nerves on edge quite like Margot's increasingly odd behavior.I tried to ignore it at first, to chalk it up to the stress of recent events. But as the days wore on, it became impossible to overlook. Margot was constantly on her phone, guarding it fiercely. She'd leave rooms to take calls, her voice low and urgent. More than once, I caught her hurriedly closing out of text conversations when I entered a room.The rational part of my brain tried to come up with innocent explanations. Maybe she was planning a surprise for me or dealing with some personal issue she wasn't ready to share. But the nagging voice of suspicion, the one that had been growing louder since my father's death, whispered darker possibilities.Was she having an affair? The thought made my stomach churn, not
Mason's POVThe weight of leadership bore down on me like a physical force as I paced the confines of my office. The past few days have been a whirlwind of revelations and new responsibilities, each adding to my burden. But nothing weighed on me quite as heavily as the task I had just assigned to Lucas."Find Aurora," I had told her, my voice tight with a mix of emotions I couldn't entirely untangle. "And when you do... bring her back. She needs to answer for what she's done."The words left a bitter taste in my mouth. Aurora, my mate, the woman I had once thought I would spend my life with... now a criminal I was duty-bound to bring to justice. The irony of it all wasn't lost on me.As I sank into my chair, rubbing my temples in a futile attempt to ward off an impending headache, I couldn't help but wonder how things had gone so wrong. It seemed like only yesterday that Aurora was just my sister's quiet, kind-hearted friend. Now, she was a rogue, a thief, and quite possibly the key t
Aurora's POVThe morning sun streamed through the curtains of my tiny apartment in the Nightshade Pack territory, but its warmth did nothing to dispel the chill that had settled in my bones. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone with fear and fury.Another message had arrived during the night, its contents more chilling than any that had come before:"My beautiful Aurora, did you think you could escape me? I see you with your new friends, with that Alpha who thinks he can protect you. But remember, you're mine. And if you don't do as I say, they'll all pay the price."I've attached a photo of Ethan and me taken yesterday as we walked through the pack grounds. The angle suggests it was shot from a distance, but the clarity is undeniable. Whoever this stalker was, they were close—too close.My hands shook as I set the phone down, my mind racing. This was no longer just about me. By threatening Ethan and the others who had shown me kindness, my tormentor had crossed a line. I
Aurora’s POVThe morning sun had barely risen when I felt it - a dark pulse of energy that made my celestial powers bristle in warning. I was in Mason's office, discussing the recovery of the shadow plague victims, when Ethan's presence hit me like a physical blow."He's here," I whispered, my wings manifesting involuntarily. They spread wide, shimmering with nervous energy that made the office windows rattle.Mason tensed beside me, his hand finding mine instinctively. Our powers merged, creating a protective barrier just as Ethan burst through the door.He looked terrible - shadows seemed to leak from him despite his attempt to appear normal, and his eyes held a manic gleam that made my heart ache. This was my fault, in a way. My rejection had pushed him further into darkness."Surprise," he said, his voice carrying echoes of something inhuman. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything... intimate."His eyes fixed on our joined hands, and the temperature in the room dropped several degree
Aurora’s POVThe ancient archive room had become our sanctuary as Mason and I worked through the night. A crisis had emerged - several pack members had fallen into a mysterious sleep, their energy being slowly drained by what appeared to be shadow magic. We'd been searching the old texts for hours, looking for anything that might help."Here," I said, my voice hoarse from exhaustion. "Another reference to the shadow plague. It says the Shadow Lords used it to weaken packs before launching larger attacks."Mason leaned over my shoulder to read, his warmth seeping into me. My wings, which I'd manifested to provide light as we worked, fluttered in response to his proximity."They're testing us," he murmured, his breath tickling my ear. "Seeing how we respond to a threat to the pack."I turned to answer and found our faces inches apart. The air between us crackled with combined energy - celestial starlight dancing with lunar power. For a moment, time seemed to stop."Mason," I whispered,
Aurora’s POVThe morning sun painted the archives in shades of gold as I pored over another ancient text. Mason sat across from me at the massive oak table, our knees occasionally brushing as we worked. Each accidental touch sent sparks of celestial energy dancing through the air, making the old books around us pulse with responsive magic."Look at this," I said, pushing a weathered tome toward him. "Another reference to the Shadow Lords' manipulation of the mate bond. They've been interfering with destined pairs for centuries."Mason leaned closer, his scent washing over me - pine, autumn leaves, and something uniquely him that made my dual nature sing. "Could that explain why our bond survived even after..." he trailed off, both of us remembering the failed rejection."Maybe," I admitted softly. "Or maybe some bonds are just too strong to break."His eyes met mine, intense and full of unspoken meaning. Before either of us could say more, my phone buzzed - again. The screen lit up wi
Aurora’s POVThe Black Dawn Pack territory looked exactly as I remembered, yet everything felt different. My heels clicked against the marble floor of the pack office building as I made my way to my new workspace, trying to ignore the whispers and stares that followed me. News of my powers, of what I'd become, had spread like wildfire through the supernatural community."Aurora," Mason's voice sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. He stood in the doorway of what used to be his father's office - now his - looking devastatingly handsome in a charcoal suit. "Welcome back."I straightened my spine, grateful for the professional setting that demanded distance. "Alpha Mason," I replied formally, though my traitor heart skipped at his slight wince at the title. "Thank you for approving my transfer request.""The pack's archives need organizing," he said, his voice carefully neutral though his eyes burned with unspoken emotions. "And you're the most qualified, given your... unique perspec
Aurora’s POVThe ancient texts in the celestial library seemed to glow beneath my fingertips as I traced the prophecy one last time. The words were burned into my memory: "When moon and stars align, the hybrid shall either unite the realms or destroy them all." But there was more - a hidden verse that only my dual sight could reveal:"In the heart of shadow's domain lies the key to their undoing."I closed the book with renewed determination. The Shadow Lords' stronghold - the Dark Citadel - wasn't meant to be unreachable. It was meant to be found by someone who could bridge both worlds."Don't even think about it," Ethan's voice cut through my thoughts. He stood in the doorway, his face set in that familiar expression of protective stubbornness.Mason appeared beside him, looking equally concerned. "Aurora, it's suicide. The Dark Citadel is at the heart of their power.""Exactly," I said, rising from my chair. "That's why it's perfect."Both men moved to block my path, a rare moment
Aurora’s POVThe warning came at midnight - a breach in the sanctuary's defenses that sent ripples of dark energy through my carefully constructed wards. I was in the middle of a training session, hovering mid-air with celestial wings spread wide, when I felt it."They're here," I whispered, just as the shadows began to move unnaturally along the walls.Mason burst through the door first, his eyes wild with urgency. "Aurora, we need to move. The Shadow Lords - they've found a way through."Before I could respond, Ethan appeared from the opposite direction. "The Council's barriers are falling. They're using some kind of ancient dark magic-""I know," I cut him off, landing gracefully. "I can feel them."The shadows coalesced into humanoid shapes, their forms writhing with otherworldly darkness. A voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere spoke:"The abomination must not be allowed to reach her full power."Mason and Ethan immediately moved to flank me, their protective inst
Chapter 63Aurora’s POVThe training arena in my sanctuary between realms pulsed with raw energy as I focused on my latest challenge. Spheres of pure celestial light orbited around me while I simultaneously maintained a connection to the moon's power. The duality of my nature had never felt stronger."Impressive," Mason's voice carried from the observation area where I'd allowed him to watch. "You're getting stronger every day."Before I could respond, Ethan materialized through the portal I'd foolishly left open. His eyes darkened at the sight of my display of power."You're being reckless," he snapped. "Channeling both energies simultaneously could tear you apart."I didn't break my concentration, instead adding a third element - creating portals to different realms while maintaining my other manifestations. "My body was literally born to handle this power, Ethan. Stop treating me like I'm made of glass.""Your mother thought she was invincible too," he said sharply. "Look where that
Chapter 62Aurora’s POVThe weight of prophecy and destiny pressed down on me as I returned from the Celestial Temple to the mortal realm. I materialized in the gardens of the Nightshade Pack, where Ethan waited as if he'd known exactly where and when I would appear. His face showed a mixture of relief and something darker - possessiveness that sent chills down my spine."Three days," he said, his voice tight. "You disappeared for three days without a word."I straightened my spine, my new knowledge giving me strength. "I don't answer to you, Ethan. Especially not after learning what you've done."His expression flickered with something like fear before hardening. "Everything I did was to protect you. And now..." He gestured, and I noticed guards positioning themselves around the garden. "Now I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.""Safe?" I laughed bitterly. "Or controlled?"Before he could respond, a familiar scent caught my attention. Mason emerged from the shadows, his presenc
Chapter 61Aurora’s POVThe Celestial Temple hung suspended between dimensions, its crystalline spires reaching into an endless sea of stars. Selene, my mysterious guide, led me through corridors that seemed to shift and change with each step. But it wasn't the temple's otherworldly beauty that made my heart race – it was the massive tapestry before me, depicting a scene that made my blood run cold."That's my mother," I whispered, reaching out to touch the shimmering threads. The image showed her in battle, celestial wings spread wide, facing down not just the Council, but something far darker."Yes," Selene confirmed, her ancient eyes filled with sorrow. "But what you're seeing isn't just her final battle. It's a warning of what's to come."She waved her hand, and the tapestry came alive. I watched in horror as my mother fought against shadows that seemed to consume light itself. "The Council wasn't working alone," Selene explained. "They were puppets of something older, something th