I sprinted quickly, with tears streaming down my face and mingling with the sweat.
I had no idea where I was heading. . I didn't mind. All I knew was that I needed to flee, to escape the shame, the exclusion, and the deep hopelessness that felt like it could consume me entirely.
In my hurried escape, I didn't notice the twisted tree root sticking out of the ground. My foot tripped over it, and I suddenly fell. I landed hard, the force making it difficult to breathe. As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, I felt my once-lovely blue dress rip even more. It seemed appropriate, I thought sadly. The dress, like my hopes, was now just torn pieces.
Gradually, I lifted myself up. At that moment, it dawned on me, the scents around me had changed. The familiar smells of the Clearwater Pack territory were gone, replaced by the unknown scents of unclaimed forest. I had crossed the pack boundary.
For a moment, fear made me unable to move. I had never been outside pack lands before. But then I heard it – howls in the distance. The pack was searching for me. Fear rushed through me when I thought about being pulled back and facing their jokes and meanness again. Without thinking twice, I ran further into the unfamiliar woods.
As I kept running, the surrounding woods started to look different. The trees became taller, their branches stretching out like grabbing hands. Shadows got longer and darker as night approached. Every little noise in the bushes, every broken twig made me jump. This wasn't the safe, familiar forest I knew from growing up. These woods had dangers I couldn't even guess.
Finally, my legs couldn't carry me anymore. I tripped into a little open space and fell down, crying and exhausted. The day's events hit me hard. The happiness of finding my partner, the deep sadness of being turned down, the embarrassment of being laughed at by everyone in the group. It was all too much. I wrapped myself up, wishing I could vanish, wishing I had never come into the world.
A loud sound in the bushes made me stop feeling sorry for myself. I quickly looked around, trying to see through the dark. It hit me then how risky my situation was. I was by myself, in a place I didn't know, with no protection. Instinctively, I tried to shift into my wolf form. But the turmoil of my emotions, the shock of the mate rejection, left me unable to complete the change. I was stuck in my vulnerable human form.
That's when I noticed them. Two bright red eyes shining in the dark, staring at me. I stopped breathing for a moment. Those eyes didn't belong to an ordinary wolf. As I stood there, too scared to move, Its fur was tangled and marked with scars, and its body was strong and powerful. But it was the eyes that kept me still – bright red circles filled with anger and hunger.
I quickly moved back, my hand desperately looking for something on the ground to use as a weapon. My fingers grabbed a strong stick just as the rogue wolf lunged at me. Its big mouth opened close to my face, and the smell of its breath made me want to throw up. Without thinking, I hit the rogue with all my strength.
The stick hit the wolf's nose with a loud sound. The wolf cried out, surprised for a moment. But I knew it wouldn't stay like that for long. I got up, holding the stick in front of me like a sword.
The rogue recovered quickly, shaking its head and fixing those terrible red eyes on me once more. It began to circle, looking for an opening. This was the moment. This was how I was going to meet my end. Alone in the woods, taken down by a rogue wolf, my body lost forever. Maybe it was fitting, I thought darkly. The rejected mate, dying a reject's death.
But right when the sneaky person was about to strike again, something strange happened. I started feeling warm inside, and it spread all over me. My vision got better, and I could smell things much more clearly. I looked down to see claws extending from my fingertips. I hadn't fully shifted, but somehow, my wolf had partially emerged.
I didn't have time to ponder this miracle. The rogue attacked again, a blur of teeth and claws. But this time, I was ready. I met its charge head-on, my newfound strength allowing me to grapple with the massive beast. We tumbled to the ground, a tangle of fur and flesh.
Pain exploded in my shoulder as the rogue's teeth sank in. I screamed, the sound more wolf than human. But even as its jaws clamped down, I managed to drive my claws into its throat. Hot blood gushed over my hands, the rogue's grip on my shoulder loosening.
With a final, desperate surge of strength, I ripped my claws through the rogue's throat. The beast let out a gurgling howl, then went limp. I pushed it off me, watching as the light faded from those terrible red eyes.
I had done it. I had killed a rogue. Me, Aurora Nightshade, the omega, the reject. I had faced death and emerged victorious.
But as the excitement started to go away, I realized how much my win had hurt me. My shoulder hurt a lot, and every beat of my heart made it worse. I noticed my dress had blood all over it.
Everything around me began to spin, and the trees appeared blurry. I fell down next to the dead enemy, and my body went into shock because I had lost so much blood and was hurt so badly.
As I lay there, losing my life on the forest ground, I felt a strange peace. Is this what dying feels like? It's not as frightening as I imagined. Perhaps it would be peaceful to simply shut my eyes and stop struggling.
But as soon as that idea came to me, I felt a strong resistance inside me. No, I couldn't die here, not in this way. I had survived years of abuse in the pack. I had survived Asher's cruel rejection. I had survived and killed a rogue wolf. I was Aurora Nightshade, and I was a survivor.
Thinking about this, I attempted to lift myself, to drag myself along, to make any kind of movement. But my body didn't react. I had lost too much blood, and the injuries were too serious. My sight started to dim at the corners, and everything around me was disappearing.
As I started to lose awareness, I noticed a different smell in the air. It was strange, but it also felt reassuring. Using the little energy I had left, I turned my head to look where it was coming from.
As my eyesight grew weaker, I noticed someone coming out of the woods. They were tall and strong, giving off a sense of power I hadn't experienced before. Not even Alpha Dominic had possessed such a presence. The figure knelt beside me, and I felt a gentle hand on my forehead.
“Rest now, little wolf,” a deep voice said. "You're safe."
I slowly opened my eyes, trying to prevent the light from blurring my eyesight. I looked around. This place wasn't the forest, nor was it the infirmary of my old pack. The walls were a gentle beige, and the room had a scent of cleaning supplies mixed with pine. Where am I?Before I could figure out my location, someone hurried over to me. My vision was still a bit unclear, but I could make out wide shoulders and eyes full of concern. As my sight cleared, I saw the face of the most attractive man I had ever laid eyes on. He had a firm jawline, tight with worry, and his dark green eyes looked at me with seriousness.“You're awake,” he said, sounding both relieved and anxious.I wanted to speak, but my throat felt very dry. The man – Alpha, my wolf whispered – reached out to touch my arm.I instinctively moved back, which caused a sharp pain in my body, and I couldn't help but let out a small sound of pain. But what really made me step back was the memory of Asher rejecting me. The unhap
I heard the sound of the infirmary door creaking open. Looking over, I spotted Alpha Xander entering with a tray filled with food. His expression lit up at the sight of me being awake. His smile sent a flutter through my chest.“Morning, Aurora” he greeted me in a soothing tone, his voice resonating warmly. “How are you doing today?”I tried to answer, but I hesitated. How was I feeling? “I… I think I'm feeling better,” I said.Alpha Xander nodded, setting the tray down on a nearby table. “That's good to hear. Do you think you can sit up? You should try to eat something.”I nodded and then started to carefully lift myself up. A sharp pain went through my side, making me flinch… Without a word, Alpha Xander was there, his strong hands gently supporting me. I tensed at first, the memory of Asher's cruel touch still fresh in my mind. But Alpha Xander's hands were different—warm, gentle, steadying. I allowed myself to lean into his support, just a little.Once I was settled, Alpha Xander
The conversation I'd overheard between Alpha Xander and Beta Jaxon echoed in my mind. Border breaches. Rogue wolves. Was I bringing danger to this pack that had shown me nothing but kindness?As the early morning light started to shine through my window, I hugged my blanket closer, feeling uncertain thoughts fill my head. How could I possibly be the Luna this pack needed? I was broken, cast aside by my former pack. What if I am not good enough?A sudden knock at my door interrupted me. “Aurora?” Alpha Xander's deep voice called softly. “Can I come in?”I hesitated before responding, “Yes, come in.”Alpha Xander entered, he was worried with concern as he took in my huddled form. “Aurora, what's the matter?” he inquired, moving to sit beside me on the bed.I couldn't meet his gaze as I quietly admitted, “I'm not sure if I can manage this, Xander. To be your Luna. What if I don't measure up?”He extended his hand and clasped mine, a gesture that felt comforting and warm. “Aurora, please
I stood my ground as Lyra moved closer, her eyes showing her ill intentions. I could feel my heart beating fast. But beneath the fear, a new strength was rising. I was the Luna of this pack, and I wouldn't let Lyra intimidate me.Just as Lyra opened her mouth to speak, a loud crash interrupted our standoff. Beta Jaxon burst into the room, his face etched with urgency.“Luna Aurora!” he called out, barely sparing a glance for Lyra. “Alpha Xander needs you at the border immediately.”Relief and concern flooded through me in equal measure. I gave Lyra one last steady look before turning to follow Beta Jaxon. Whatever was happening at the border, it had to be serious for Xander to send for me.As we raced through the pack grounds, Beta Jaxon filled me in. “A group of wolves appeared at our border, seeking sanctuary. They're in bad shape, Luna. Alpha Xander wants your input on whether to grant them refuge.”My first major decision as Luna. The thought made me feel anxious, but I tried to i
The chaos that broke out when the wolf transformed was more than anything I've witnessed before. Xander's strong leadership prevented the pack from becoming overly anxious as we tried to control the situation. With Zara's expertise, we managed to sedate the wolf, his unnaturally red eyes finally closing as the sedative took effect.“Take him to the dungeon,” Xander ordered, his voice grim. “We'll question him when he wakes.”As the unconscious wolf was carried away, Xander turned to me, his eyes filled with concern. “Aurora, are you alright?”I nodded, though my heart was still racing. “I'm fine. But Xander, what was that? I've never seen a transformation like that before.”He shook his head, looking worried. “I haven't either. But we'll figure this out.” His expression became gentle as he held my face. “For now, get some rest. We'll handle this tomorrow.”I couldn't sleep that night because my mind kept thinking about the scary change over and over. When morning finally came, I was t
I couldn't stop thinking about my dream and the words I heard. “Prepare yourself, Aurora. Your destiny awaits.” What did it mean? And how did it connect to the strange abilities I'd discovered yesterday?Before I had time to think more about it, a gentle knock on my door broke my concentration. Selene peeked inside, her friendly smile a nice break from my troubling thoughts.“Good morning, Aurora,” she said cheerfully. “I hope I'm not disturbing you?”I shook my head and returned a small smile. What's up?Selene's eyes sparkled with excitement. “Well, Zara and I were thinking… How would you like to join us for a girls' night tonight? Just the three of us, some wine, good food, and lots of girl talk.”I hesitated. The offer was really appealing, but I still felt a bit cautious about fully trusting them. Selene seemed to pick up on my hesitation and said, “It would be really important to us if you joined. We'd enjoy the opportunity to become better friends with you.”Before I could say
I inhaled deeply and knocked on Xander's office door. We were close, but I still felt a bit nervous every time I saw him.“Come in, Aurora,” his deep voice boomed.He was bent over the desk, his forehead creased, looking at some paper. The sight of him so focused made my heart jump, but I just tried to ignore the feeling.“You wanted to see me,” I asked.Xander looked up, his intense gaze softening as it met mine. “Yes, please sit down. We need to discuss this message from the High Alpha Council.”I settled into the chair across from him, curiosity piqued. “The High Alpha Council?”He nodded, “There is so much you don't know, Aurora. The Council is the highest governing body in werewolf society. They oversee all packs, mediate disputes between alphas, and make decisions that affect our entire species.”As Xander explained the intricate political structure of our world, I found myself fascinated. It was so much more complex than I'd ever imagined during my time in the Clearwater Pack.
We quickly traveled through the woods. I could sense the worry coming from our pack, their eyes moving around fearfully as we got closer to Silver Creek's land. Xander walked next to me, and his being there was a reassuring presence in the mess of my thoughts.When we were close to the edge of Silver Creek, I had a strange feeling… something was not right. I couldn't exactly explain it, but my gut was telling me that there was a problem. I looked at Xander, wondering if he had the same feeling.“Xander,” I whispered, not wanting to alarm the others, “something's not right here.”He nodded, his jaw tight. “I feel it too. Stay alert.”We crossed into Silver Creek territory, and the wrongness of the situation hit me like a physical blow. The forest was eerily quiet, devoid of the sounds of battle we'd expected. There were no signs of the reported rogue attack, no scents of fear or blood in the air.Xander raised his hand, signaling the pack to halt. “Split up and search the area,” he com