Ren stepped through the gates of the pack’s territory as the first whispers of dawn painted the sky with soft hues of lavender and gold. The festival’s liveliness had faded into the quiet stillness of the forest, but the encounter with his mate still thrummed through his mind, each memory as vivid as if it had just happened.
His wolf stirred restlessly, pacing in his thoughts. Mate. Ours. Why did we leave her?
Ren clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he pushed the wolf’s complaints aside. Because it’s complicated, he replied silently. She wasn’t entirely human - his wolf had felt it - but her connection to the supernatural world was faint, as though hidden beneath layers of humanity. The bond between them was undeniable, but the implications were enormous. A human mate, even a partially wolf one, was a complication he couldn’t afford as Alpha.
“Ren.” The familiar voice of his beta, Kael, broke through his thoughts. Ren glanced up to find Kael leaning casually against the gate, his sharp eyes studying him intently.
“You’re back late,” Kael said, his tone light but probing. “Or early, depending on how you look at it. What happened in town?”
Ren sighed, knowing Kael well enough to recognize that he wouldn’t let the matter drop. “Nothing we need to worry about right now,” he replied, brushing past him toward the pack house.
Kael followed, his steps quickening to match Ren’s pace. “You’re a terrible liar,” he said dryly. “Something’s off. Your wolf’s restless . I can feel it.”
Ren stopped abruptly, turning to face his beta. “Because I found her,” he said quietly, his voice laced with both wonder and frustration.
Kael’s eyes widened slightly, though his expression remained steady. “Her? You mean… your mate?”
Ren nodded, his jaw tightening. “She was at the festival. I caught her scent - lavender - and when I saw her, there was no doubt.”
Kael tilted his head, studying him carefully. “So why are you back here alone? Shouldn’t you have brought her back with you? Or at least started explaining things?”
Ren let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not that simple. She’s not entirely human… or entirely wolf. Her wolf is there, but buried, like it’s trapped or dormant. She doesn’t even know what she is.”
Kael frowned, his expression growing serious. “That’s… unusual. You’re sure she has a wolf?”
Ren’s gaze darkened. “I’m sure. My wolf recognized it, even if she doesn’t. But it’s faint. And that’s not the only problem - she’s living a human life. She works at a university, surrounded by people who have no idea what she might be.”
Kael crossed his arms, his brow furrowing. “A human mate, or even a partial one, could be… challenging, especially for an Alpha. The pack expects certain things from their leader. If she’s not fully one of us...”
“I know,” Ren snapped, cutting him off. He exhaled sharply, his frustration evident. “That’s why I need to figure this out before I bring her into our world. If she’s not ready, if she doesn’t understand… it could jeopardize everything.”
Kael’s expression softened slightly. “So, what’s your plan?”
Ren hesitated, glancing toward the horizon where the first rays of sunlight broke through the trees. “She works at the university. I overheard her talking about her next classes. I’ll go there tomorrow, see if I can learn more about her. If I understand her world, I’ll have a better idea of how to approach her.”
Kael nodded, his approval evident. “That’s a good start. But be careful, Ren. If she’s your mate, she’ll feel the pull too. And if her wolf is dormant, that could make things… unpredictable.”
Ren grunted in acknowledgment, turning toward the pack house. “Thanks, Kael. Get some rest. I’ll handle the rest of this myself.”
The moonlight streamed through the window of Ren’s room as he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep eluded him, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face - Elena’s wide, startled eyes, the delicate flush of her cheeks, the way her voice had trembled when she apologized.
Mate, his wolf growled softly, a constant presence in his thoughts. She’s ours. Why do you wait?
Ren sighed, running a hand over his face. Because she’s not ready, he replied silently. And neither am I.
But even as he tried to reason with himself, the pull toward her was undeniable. The thought of seeing her again, of being near her, filled him with both anticipation and dread. He didn’t know what he would find at the university, but he knew he had to go. He had to understand who she was - what she was - and why the Moon Goddess had chosen her as his mate.
Ren arrived at the university just as the morning classes were beginning. The campus was bustling with activity, students hurrying to and from lecture halls, their voices blending into a low hum of chatter. Ren felt out of place in the human environment, but his heightened senses allowed him to navigate the chaos with ease.
He followed the faint traces of lavender that lingered in the air, his wolf stirring with excitement as he neared one of the larger buildings. A sign above the entrance read Department of Anthropology and Folklore Studies, and Ren’s interest piqued.
Inside, he moved through the hallways, listening intently for her voice. It didn’t take long to find her; she was standing at the front of a lecture hall, speaking with a small group of students as they gathered their materials.
Ren lingered outside the door, his heart pounding as he watched her from a distance. She was radiant, her dark hair catching the light as she laughed at something one of the students said. She looked so at ease, so confident in her element, that it made his own insecurities about their bond feel almost trivial.
She’s perfect, his wolf whispered, a quiet reverence in its tone.
Ren couldn’t argue. But as he watched her, he was reminded of the challenges they faced. She was part of this world, this human life, and he couldn’t simply sweep her away into his. He needed to tread carefully, to earn her trust and understand her before revealing the truth of their connection.
For now, he would wait. He would learn. And when the time was right, he would tell her everything.
But as he turned to leave, one thought echoed in his mind, as sure and steady as the beat of his heart: She’s mine. And I’ll find a way to bring her into my world.
The morning sunlight filtered through Elena’s bedroom window, warm and golden, rousing her from a restless sleep. She stretched lazily, the soft hum of birdsong from outside filling the room. For a brief moment, she felt a sense of peace, but as soon as her mind began to wake, it went straight to him - the man from the festival.Elena sat up, her heart beating a little faster as she recalled the encounter. His piercing amber eyes, the strength of his hands as he’d steadied her, the way he’d looked at her as if he could see straight into her soul. She could still feel the spark of that touch, the jolt that had left her breathless and speechless in equal measure.She shook her head, trying to clear the memory. “Get a grip, Elena,” she muttered to herself as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. “You bumped into a handsome stranger. That’s all.”But even as she tried to dismiss it, her chest tightened. There had been something more, something she couldn’t quite put into words. And
The rest of the morning passed in a blur for Elena. After Ren left the lecture hall, she had barely been able to focus on anything else. Her mind replayed their brief conversation, the way he’d spoken to her with such calm intensity, the way his presence seemed to fill the room even after he was gone.Who is he? she wondered, her thoughts drifting as she stared blankly at her computer screen in the office she shared with two other professors. Ren’s appearance in her class had been unexpected, almost surreal, like something out of a dream. He hadn’t been a student- that much was clear. But then why had he come? And why did he seem so interested in her?A soft chime from her phone broke her reverie. She glanced at the screen, seeing a message from Sara.Sara: Lunch? I’m starving, and I need to rant about my charming coworker.Elena: Sure. Usual place?Sara: You know it. See you in 15!Grateful for the distraction, Elena grabbed her things and headed out. The crisp autumn air was refresh
Ren leaned against a tree just beyond the edge of the university campus, the bustling activity of students and faculty swirling in the background. His sharp senses picked up fragments of laughter, snippets of conversation, and the rhythmic clicking of heels against the stone pathways. None of it mattered. His focus was solely on her.Through the large windows of the anthropology building, he spotted Elena, her silhouette illuminated by the soft afternoon light. She was seated at her desk, her head bent over some papers, a faint frown of concentration on her face. He couldn’t look away, the pull toward her as magnetic as it was maddening.She’s beautiful, his wolf murmured, its voice tinged with both reverence and impatience. Ours. Why are we not with her?Ren exhaled sharply, his hand flexing against the bark of the tree. Because she’s not ready, he replied silently. And neither am I.The festival encounter had been a shock - an intoxicating, bewildering moment that had left him reeli
Elena’s Point of ViewA week had passed, but Elena still couldn’t shake the thought of Ren. His presence lingered in her mind like a melody she couldn’t forget, replaying in the quiet moments when she let her guard down.She had tried everything to distract herself - grading papers, catching up on her own research, even spending an evening binge-watching her favorite series with Sara. But no matter what she did, her thoughts kept circling back to him.The way he had looked at her with those intense amber eyes, the way his voice had wrapped around her like a velvet ribbon, the way he had seemed to fill the entire lecture hall with his presence. She barely knew him, yet he had unsettled her in a way she couldn’t explain.Will I ever see him again?The thought sent a jolt of anticipation and uncertainty through her. Part of her hoped he’d appear again, while another part feared what that might mean. He was a mystery - a handsome, enigmatic stranger who had somehow become the center of he
Ren’s Point of ViewRen stepped out of the seminar hall, the late afternoon sunlight spilling across the campus. The crisp air should have cleared his mind, but his wolf was already growling in his thoughts.You walked away, the wolf snarled, its tone a mix of anger and frustration. Again.Ren exhaled sharply, his hands clenching at his sides. What did you want me to do? Claim her in front of an entire class? She’s not ready.She felt the pull, the wolf countered. She wanted you to stay.The words stung because they were true. He had seen it in Elena’s eyes, the way her gaze lingered on him during the lecture, the way her voice had trembled slightly when she spoke to him afterward. There was something between them - something undeniable - but he couldn’t just storm into her life and expect her to understand.She’s human, he reminded his wolf, though the argument felt weak even to himself.She’s ours, the wolf growled back. She needs to know.Ren stopped walking, his jaw tightening. Hi
Ren’s Point of ViewRen leaned against the balcony railing of his private quarters in the pack house, the cool night air brushing against his face. The soft rustling of the forest below usually brought him peace, but tonight, it did little to quiet his thoughts.The evening with Elena replayed in his mind - the warmth of her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her work, the way she had laughed at one of his rare attempts at humor. It had been perfect.Almost.You’re an idiot, his wolf growled suddenly, breaking the silence in his mind. A complete dumbass.Ren straightened, frowning. What are you talking about?You didn’t ask her out again. You didn’t even get her number!Ren sighed, running a hand through his hair. I didn’t want to rush her. This is new for her. For both of us.His wolf let out an exaggerated huff. New, sure. But now you have no way to contact her. You’re going to have to stalk her on campus again like some lovesick pup. Do you have any idea how pathe
Elena’s Point of ViewElena sat at her usual spot in the university café, a steaming latte in front of her and her laptop open to a half-written email. The hustle and bustle of students surrounded her, but her mind was elsewhere. Despite her best efforts to focus, her thoughts kept circling back to Ren.The evening they had spent together lingered in her mind like the melody of a favorite song. The warmth of his smile, the intensity of his gaze, the way he had listened so intently to her ramblings about mythology - it had all felt so… effortless.Except now, a week later, she realized there was one glaring issue.“I still don’t have his number,” she muttered under her breath, her cheeks flushing at the thought.“What was that?” Sara’s voice cut through her thoughts as she slid into the chair across from her, a bright smile on her face.Elena blinked, startled. “Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself.”Sara raised an eyebrow, setting her bag down and pulling out her phone. “Uh-huh. Talkin
Ren’s Point of ViewRen walked onto the university campus, his every step deliberate and calm, though his wolf stirred with barely contained excitement. It had been a week since he last saw Elena, a week of restless nights and endless debates with his inner self about whether he should stay away or return to her.You know why you’re here, his wolf growled, smug but impatient. You can’t fight this pull. She’s ours.Ren didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the building ahead. He had made his decision; there was no point arguing with himself about it now.As he approached the seminar hall, his steps slowed. Through the throng of students and faculty bustling around the courtyard, his eyes found her, and everything else faded into the background.She was walking toward the seminar room, her long, loose hair cascading down her back like a dark waterfall. She wore a flowing dress in a deep shade of green, its V-neckline subtly accentuating the graceful curves of her body. She carried herself w
Elena’s Point of ViewThe morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. Elena stood before the full-length mirror, her heart racing as she gazed at her reflection. Her ivory gown clung perfectly to her frame, the delicate embroidery shimmering like starlight. The flowing skirt cascaded around her, soft and ethereal, as if spun from moonlight itself.Behind her, Sara fussed with the veil, her eyes gleaming with pride.“Stop moving,” Sara scolded playfully, adjusting the delicate lace. “I swear, Elena, you’re going to give me a heart attack. You look like a goddess, and I refuse to let anything mess that up.”Elena laughed nervously, her hands brushing over the smooth fabric of her dress. “I can’t believe this is happening.”Sara stepped back, her expression softening. “Believe it. Today is your day, Elena. You deserve every bit of happiness coming your way.”Mirella entered the room, her sharp eyes taking in Elena’s appearance. For once, her usual
Elena’s Point of ViewThe council chamber buzzed with quiet anticipation as Elena and Ren took their seats at the head of the long oak table. Around them, the elders and key members of the pack leaned in, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and excitement.Elder Maren was the first to speak, her sharp eyes flicking between Elena and Ren. “Alpha, Luna,” she began, her tone formal. “We understand you have an announcement to make.”Ren glanced at Elena, his golden eyes softening before he turned his attention back to the council. “We do,” he said firmly. “Elena and I have decided to marry.”A ripple of approval swept through the room, though Maren’s brow furrowed slightly. “A momentous occasion,” she said. “But I trust you’ve considered the significance of this union for the pack?”Elena straightened, meeting Maren’s gaze with calm determination. “We have,” she said. “This isn’t just about us - it’s about the pack. Our bond strengthens the unity of the wolves, and the wedding will b
Elena’s Point of ViewThe pack house was unusually quiet that evening, the faint rustle of the forest outside the only sound breaking the stillness. After the emotional weight of the truce negotiations and the constant tension of the past weeks, the calm felt almost surreal.Elena sat on the edge of the balcony attached to their quarters, her legs swinging over the edge as she gazed at the stars. The cool breeze carried the scent of pine and earth, soothing her frayed nerves.Kaia stirred gently in her mind. It feels good, doesn’t it? A moment to breathe.“It does,” Elena murmured, her lips curving into a soft smile.Behind her, she heard the faint sound of footsteps. She turned to see Ren stepping onto the balcony, his golden eyes catching the starlight. He wore a simple white shirt and dark slacks, his hair slightly tousled, giving him an effortlessly handsome look.“You’re going to freeze out here,” Ren said, his voice warm as he approached.Elena shrugged, her smile widening. “The
Elena’s Point of ViewThe air in the pack house war room was tense with anticipation as Elena paced back and forth, her mind racing with the implications of the conversation she was about to have. The battle against the rogues had forged an uneasy alliance with the humans, but now came the harder part - turning that fragile understanding into something permanent.Ren stood near the map-covered table, his golden eyes following Elena’s movements. “You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” he said softly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.She stopped mid-step, giving him a half-hearted glare. “I’m just trying to figure out how to approach this. One wrong word, and the whole thing could fall apart.”Ren crossed the room in a few long strides, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder. “You’ve already proven yourself to them, Elena. They saw you fight for their safety. That means something.”Kael and Mirella entered the room, their expressions serious. “The mayor just called,” Kael said.
Elena’s Point of ViewThe morning air was crisp as Elena stood on the balcony overlooking the bustling courtyard below. Warriors moved with purpose, preparing for the day’s patrols and reinforcing the borders. Despite the renewed energy in the pack, Elena couldn’t shake the sense of urgency pressing down on her.Kaia stirred in her mind, steady and resolute. The forest has accepted us, but that won’t stop the threats circling at its edges. We need to act before they strike again.Elena nodded to herself, her gaze hardening. “We’ll find the rogues,” she murmured. “And we’ll finish this.”A knock at the door drew her attention, and Ren stepped out onto the balcony, his golden eyes bright with determination.“Elena,” he said, his voice low. “Kael’s waiting in the war room. He has a report from the patrols.”Elena turned to him, her expression firm. “Good. It’s time we take the fight to the rogues. And I have another idea - one that could secure peace with the town.”Ren raised an eyebrow
Elena’s Point of ViewThe return to the pack house was quiet but tense, the weight of the Sacred Grove’s trials still heavy in Elena’s mind. Each step through the forest felt lighter than the last, as though the trees themselves were parting in reverence to the blessing that had been bestowed.Ren walked close to her, his arm brushing against hers occasionally, as though grounding himself in her presence. Kael and Mirella followed a short distance behind, their sharp eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger.Kaia stirred in Elena’s mind, her voice calm but strong. The forest accepts us now. It’s quiet, watching, but its bond with us has been renewed.Elena exhaled softly, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “I hope it’s enough,” she murmured under her breath.Ren glanced at her, his golden eyes filled with unspoken questions. “What did you give?” he asked finally, his voice low.Elena hesitated, her steps faltering. She met his gaze, her hazel eyes steady but troubled. “I don’t k
Elena POVThe Sacred Grove seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat, the energy thick and suffocating as the ground beneath Elena’s feet began to shift again. The moss glowed brighter, almost blinding, and the air vibrated with an unseen force.“Elena,” Ren called, stepping toward her, but an invisible barrier shimmered into existence, cutting him off.“Stay back!” Elena shouted, her voice trembling but resolute. “This is my trial.”Ren’s golden eyes burned with worry as he slammed his fist against the barrier. “Elena, don’t...”“I have to,” she said firmly, turning to face the altar as a strange wind whipped through the clearing.The branches above creaked and groaned as they parted further, letting beams of silver light from the unseen moon illuminate the altar. Symbols etched into the stone flared to life, glowing with a brilliance that seemed to pierce through Elena’s very being.Kaia’s voice was steady in her mind. This is the moment, Elena. Be strong.The altar’s glow shifted, cas
Elena’s Point of ViewThe forest was still as Elena stepped into its shadowy embrace, her heart pounding with a mixture of determination and unease. Ren walked beside her, his presence a steady anchor as they made their way toward the Sacred Grove. Behind them, Kael and Mirella flanked their path, their sharp eyes scanning the dense undergrowth for any sign of danger.The ancient texts and the Luna’s journal had painted a vivid picture of the Grove - a place where the forest’s magic was at its strongest, where the Moon Goddess’s presence could be felt in every whisper of the wind and rustle of the leaves. But no one had been there in decades, perhaps longer.Kaia stirred in Elena’s mind, her voice calm but firm. This is where we’re meant to be. The answers we need are waiting for us.Elena nodded, her hazel eyes narrowing as she focused on the path ahead. “Let’s hope the forest agrees.”Leaving the pack house had been no easy decision. The tension among the pack was palpable, the warr
Elena’s Point of ViewThe morning sun bathed the library in golden light, casting long shadows across the ancient tomes and scrolls lining the shelves. Elena stood at one of the large tables in the center of the room, a thick, weathered book open before her.Ren was nearby, leaning against the table with his arms crossed, his golden eyes scanning the room as if expecting answers to appear out of thin air. His presence was steadying, though she could feel the tension radiating from him.“This ritual,” Elena said, breaking the silence. “If it’s as powerful as the texts suggest, it could save us. But I don’t want to risk anything without knowing exactly what we’re dealing with.”Ren nodded, his voice low. “And you’re sure the texts here will have what we need?”“They have to,” Elena said firmly. “The old packs recorded everything - rituals, prophecies, even alliances. If there’s an answer, it’s here.”Kael and Mirella entered the library, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and dete