Maya sat, bound to the chair in the pack’s interrogation room, her wrists and ankles restrained with thick ropes. She was disheveled, hair falling messily over her face, her eyes wild with defiance. Despite her situation, she held her head high, an arrogant smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as if daring anyone to intimidate her.Arlo stepped into the room, his presence filling the space with an intensity that sent a chill through everyone there. He moved slowly, his eyes never leaving Maya’s, his jaw set with barely-contained fury. Marcus stood nearby, his gaze hard and unwavering, ready to intervene if Maya tried anything. But Arlo didn’t need help—he was more than capable of handling this himself.Taking a deep breath, he stopped just in front of her. “Maya,” he said coldly, his voice echoing in the silent room. “I want to know why. Why did you do this to Lune? What did she ever do to you?”Maya chuckled, though it sounded hollow. “What did she do to me? Please, Alpha, she did
After days of relentless searching, the pack finally gathered solid information about the whereabouts of the remaining culprits. Arlo’s network of trackers and scouts had traced each of the wolves involved in the heinous attack on Lune, their trails uncovered through long nights and ceaseless determination. They had tried to disappear, but there was nowhere to hide from an Alpha whose Luna had been harmed.The first of the traitors was captured in a remote part of the territory, hiding out in an abandoned cabin. He hadn’t expected the wrath that would descend upon him; Arlo and Marcus arrived with a group of elite warriors, storming the place without hesitation. The look of terror in the captive’s eyes as he realized he was cornered was satisfying, but it wasn’t enough for Arlo. His voice was icy as he approached the terrified man, his face showing no mercy.“You thought you could hurt my Luna and walk away,” Arlo snarled, his voice cold and merciless. “You’ll pay for every moment of
As Lune rested in the hospital, her parents sat beside her bed, their faces pale with worry. Her mother, eyes red and swollen from hours of crying, held Lune’s hand tightly, refusing to let go. Her father’s gaze was fixed on her, his expression a mixture of sorrow and anger. They couldn’t understand how anyone could harm their daughter like this. The thought of someone betraying her, hurting her in such a brutal way, was unfathomable to them.Valerie, Lune’s best friend, stood quietly nearby, struggling to hold back tears. She had thought she knew all of Lune’s friends, the people Lune trusted. The idea that one of them had betrayed her was painful, almost surreal. She kept replaying moments in her mind, trying to remember if there had ever been any hint of jealousy or resentment from anyone around Lune. The confusion and helplessness weighed heavily on her heart.Seeing their pain, Arlo finally spoke. He took a deep breath, wanting to ease their minds without revealing the supernatur
A few days after regaining her strength, Lune’s memories started settling in, weaving together pieces of the trauma she’d endured. With them came the sorrowful realization of what she and Arlo had lost. As she lay in her hospital bed, Lune’s heart grew heavy, and her eyes filled with tears she had tried to hold back. She glanced at Arlo, who was sitting by her bedside, his hand still intertwined with hers, a protective presence she had come to rely on.“Arlo,” she began softly, her voice breaking slightly. He looked up, his gaze tender, but as he saw the pain in her eyes, his expression grew more concerned. Lune took a shaky breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she squeezed his hand.“I’m so sorry…about our baby,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I should’ve…I should’ve protected them better. I should’ve…been stronger.” Her words faltered, and she lowered her gaze, unable to face the grief that filled his eyes.Arlo immediately shook his head, leaning closer to her a
After days in the hospital, Lune was finally discharged. Her strength was gradually returning, and although the emotional scars lingered, being free from the sterile hospital room lifted her spirits. Arlo was right by her side, holding her hand as they walked through the hospital doors into the bright sunlight outside. She took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air and the promise of a new beginning.As they approached Arlo's home, Lune was surprised to see a small gathering waiting for her. Arlo’s aunt, a graceful woman with a kind smile, and his cousin, a young woman with an energetic demeanor, were standing near the entrance. They both stepped forward as soon as they saw Lune, their faces full of warmth and relief.Arlo's aunt reached out and gently took Lune's hand in hers. "Oh, Lune, dear," she said softly, her eyes glistening. "We’re so happy to see you up and about. I’m sorry we couldn’t visit you at the hospital. We wanted to respect your recovery time and let you rest."Lune
As the days turned into weeks, Lune found herself gradually healing, not just physically but emotionally as well. With Arlo by her side, she felt a renewed sense of purpose and strength. Their bond, forged in the fires of adversity, had deepened into something beautiful and unbreakable.They began to explore their relationship anew, savoring the small moments that brought them joy. Morning walks became a ritual, where they would share their dreams and fears under the warmth of the rising sun. Arlo would often surprise Lune with little gestures—leaving sweet notes for her to find, cooking her favorite meals, or simply holding her close and reminding her how much she meant to him.One afternoon, as they strolled through a sun-drenched park filled with the laughter of children and the sweet scent of blooming flowers, Lune turned to Arlo, her heart swelling with gratitude. “I never thought I could feel this way again after everything,” she confessed, her voice soft and reflective.Arlo pa
As Lune stepped back onto the familiar campus grounds, she felt a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. The last few months had been a turbulent journey filled with love, loss, and betrayal. She had fought through darkness, emerging into the light as Arlo's Luna, yet the scars of her experiences lingered. With each step she took, she vowed to herself that she would never allow herself to be vulnerable again—not to friends, not to acquaintances, and certainly not to anyone who could cause her harm.The autumn sun hung high in the sky, casting golden rays on the path she had walked so many times before. However, this time, it felt different. Students milled about, chatting and laughing, oblivious to the storm that had raged in her life. Lune took a deep breath, adjusting her backpack, and steeling her resolve.As she walked toward her first class, she noticed the stares—some were sympathetic, while others held a tinge of curiosity. Whispers followed her like shadows, a constant rem
The atmosphere was electric as Lune and Arlo moved deeper into their shared space, the warmth of the wine amplifying the connection between them. With laughter still dancing in the air, Arlo took Lune's hand, leading her towards the cozy living room. The soft glow of the lamps created an inviting ambiance, perfect for the unfolding intimacy between them.Once they settled on the plush sofa, Lune nestled against Arlo, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. She could hear the steady thump of his heart, matching the rhythm of her own, and it felt reassuring. Arlo wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer, and Lune sighed contentedly.“You know,” Arlo began, his voice low and smooth, “I’ve thought about this moment a lot—just us, relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. You make everything feel so much lighter.”Lune looked up at him, her cheeks slightly flushed. “I feel the same way. It’s nice to just be here, with you. Sometimes, I forget how good it feels to let my guard