I wiped my clammy hands on my jeans as I walked toward my father's office. I was all nerves. My father had given me five years, and the deadline was almost up. My heart felt like it was beating outside my chest.I reached the office and hesitated before knocking."Come in," he called.I took a deep breath and opened the door. I slipped inside and waited for more orders. My father's green eyes were on me, hard and unfriendly."Sit," he allowed.I did as he asked.My father's voice always raised the hairs on the back of my neck. Today was no different. "Tomorrow night is the winter solstice," he stated.I swallowed nervously. "I know, Beta." My father never allowed me to call him 'Dad.' Only my sister, Angela, had the right to call him that. I was the murderer and disgrace; she was his pride and joy."You do know what that means, do you not?" he asked."I know.""Today is your final year of grace—not that you deserved it—but Andrea would have wanted me to be merciful."My heart skipped
You will definitely shift," Bella assured me enthusiastically.I wanted to hope, but each failed year flashed in my memory like a bad dream. What if it didn’t happen? My stomach flipped at the thought of being sold to those creepy middle-aged men my father called friends.It was the day, and we were heading out to the woods. The Shifting Grounds were the highest land in the pack. It was where the Solstice full moon was the biggest and brightest, and where the Alpha would guide new shifters through their first shift. I just hoped I would be one of them this year.I got dressed as Bella went on. “You have the best odds this year.”“Why is that?” I asked.“You’re twenty-two this year. The Moon Goddess’s daughter was twenty-two when she shifted. They say she was a late shifter, but her wolf was the most powerful. Almost as powerful as the Moon Goddess herself.”Bella adjusted her glasses as she continued to fill me in on the werewolf mythology she loved to read. Bella, my geeky friend, wa
As werewolves, Jacob, Aaron, and Marcus were able to heal to an extent, despite their extensive injuries. I was basically dragged back to the shifting grounds.With the amount of blood on me and the boys, the moment we walked into the clearing, people began to gasp."What is the meaning of this?" Alpha Lucas demanded.I struggled against Silas' hold. It was humiliating. I could feel my father's eyes on me, the ghost of their obscene touches still on my skin."Alpha, she just went berserk and—"My ears were ringing, and I blurted out the truth like it was poison. "They tried to rape me!" I yelled.There was heavy silence."You are a fucking liar!" Gamma Ryan, Aaron's father, spat. "My son would never—""I am not lying, I swear. They... they held me down... in the dirt." It hurt to speak, but I knew that I had to. "They took Bella.""I'm here," Bella's voice came from behind me, and I snapped my head to where she now stood, unharmed. I took a breath of relief."Don't lie, Stella," my fa
I collapsed onto the cold stone floor of the cell, the weight of the chains cutting into my wrists, and the chill of the damp air biting at my skin. My whole body trembled, not just from the cold, but from the crushing reality that I had been both betrayed and rejected.The door to my cell creaked open, and there he stood—my father. His eyes, as cold as ever, met mine. "Why should I even be surprised?" he said, his words like shards of ice. "I am not here to listen to more of your lies, so don't bother spinning them. I am here to tell you the Alpha has declared your fate. At dawn, you will be executed for conspiracy against the pack’s high ranks and for the injuries you inflicted."My heart pounded in my chest. "Executed?" I whispered, my voice weak. "But I didn’t... I didn’t do anything wrong—" I broke out into a cold sweat. I was going to die for a crime that I did not commit."You’re nothing but trouble, Stella." His lip curled in disgust. "Everyone wants your blood. Even your so-c
Five Years Later..."Chin up, Ella. Tilt your head slightly—yes, perfect! Hold that!" The photographer’s voice cut through the air, sharp and fast, as the camera clicked rapidly. The blinding flashes filled the studio, but I was used to it now. My body moved effortlessly, flowing between poses as if on autopilot."Eyes to the left, focus on the light," another command came. I complied, adjusting my posture, my lips curving into the faintest hint of a smile."Beautiful! You’re killing it!" the stylist chimed in, rushing forward to adjust a stray lock of hair. I barely noticed the brush of her fingers as she fixed my curls, my mind laser-focused on the shoot."Ella, darling, give us fierce now," the photographer urged, his tone picking up speed. "Think power, think dominance."I narrowed my eyes, lifting my chin just a bit higher, a fierce, unbreakable expression crossing my face. I heard the camera shutter go off in rapid succession. It was a dance, a rhythm I had perfected over the l
I did not wait; I was making a run for it. They had found me. They would finish what they started all those years ago. I couldn’t go back after how far I had come. I turned the knob of the door, but it wouldn’t budge. The realization sunk in just as I felt Silas’ large frame looming over me. He caged me with his body. "You can't leave just yet, Stella." His hot breath fanned across my neck. I froze, my heart threatening to burst out of my chest. For what felt like a lifetime, we stood like that. I tore myself away from him, my body slamming into the wall as I scrambled to put distance between us. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst. "What the hell are you doing here, Silas?" My voice was sharp, trembling with barely controlled panic. How did he find me? How long had he been watching? He didn’t answer right away. His eyes, dark and unreadable, tracked my every movement, calculating. "You already know, Stella." His voice was infuriatingly calm, as if he had all the tim
Blood. So much blood.I jolted awake, gasping for air, my sheets drenched in sweat. The same nightmare, again. Bodies littered across familiar grounds, the pack house engulfed in flames, and screams—endless screams that followed me into consciousness.My hands trembled as I reached for the glass of water by my bedside. Three nights. Three nights of the same visceral dreams since Silas's visit. Each time, they felt more real, more urgent.'They're not just dreams,' Rona's voice echoed in my mind, stronger than she'd been in years. 'You know what they are.'"Shut up," I muttered, pressing my palms against my eyes. The digital clock on my nightstand read 3:33 AM. The witching hour. How fitting.'You can't ignore this forever,' Rona persisted. 'The blood of the pack—'"They're not my pack!" I snarled, throwing off my covers and stalking to the bathroom. The marble counter was cool under my palms as I leaned over the sink, trying to steady my breathing. But when I looked up, I froze.In th
The wolfsbane burned like acid in my hands as I crushed the dried petals. Five years since I'd touched the stuff, since that night—"Here, drink this," Angela said, pushing a cup into my hands. "To calm your nerves before the ceremony."I blinked the memory away, focusing on the task at hand. Silas lay on my couch, his skin burning with fever. The poison was spreading—I could smell it in his blood.My fingers trembled as I flipped through my mother's journal, searching for anything about antidotes. The pages were worn, corners soft from years of handling. Her handwriting flowed across the pages, elegant but hurried, like she knew she was running out of time."Stella?" Silas's voice was rough, delirious. "Where—""Don't move." I pressed him back down when he tried to sit up. "The poison's still spreading."His skin was too hot under my palm. I'd stripped off his shirt to examine the injection site—an angry red welt on his neck, with black lines spreading outward like cracks in glass. T
Tears streamed down my face by the time I finished reading. I hadn't cried since the night I fled Blood Moon five years ago, but now I couldn't stop. This was my mother's voice, her words, her love reaching across the years to touch me.Bella moved from her chair to sit beside me, her arm going around my shoulders. "She loved you," she said softly. "More than her own life.""All these years," I whispered, "I believed it was my fault. That I killed her just by being born. My father—""Your father was wrong," Bella said firmly. "Your mother made her choice with full knowledge of what it meant. She wanted you to live, to fulfill your destiny."I wiped my eyes, rereading the part about facing a great trial, a rejection. "She knew about Silas," I realized. "Somehow, she knew what would happen between us."Bella nodded. "The Moon Goddess bloodline often carries the gift of foresight. Your mother likely had visions of your future, just as you're having visions now.""Did she know about the c
Angela's blood spread across the temple floor, mixing with the silver light from the ritual platform. The black chemicals in her system made it steam where it touched stone.'Finish it,' Rona urged, her voice straining as the ritual pulled at our connection. 'Before he—'Viktor's laugh cut her off. The sound rattled out like breaking glass. His body convulsed, muscles bulging and splitting his skin as he grew. Eight legs burst from his torso—four wolf, four human, bent at unnatural angles. His chest split vertically, revealing a second mouth lined with both fangs and human teeth. His original head remained, but the skin had peeled back, leaving exposed muscle that pulsed and shifted. Three more wolf heads emerged from his shoulders, their snouts too long, jaws unhinging to show tongues that writhed like snakes. Yellow eyes opened across his body—in his chest, along his arms, between the joints of his legs. Black veins spread from the injection ports in his neck, carrying chemicals tha
We left his office, moving through the pack house toward the east wing, where the main library and public archives were housed. Pack members nodded respectfully to Silas as we passed, though I still received curious and often suspicious glances.The library was quiet when we entered, only a few members browsing the shelves or reading at the scattered tables. Silas led me past them all, toward a door marked "Private Collections" at the back. He unlocked it with a key from his pocket, ushering me inside and locking it behind us.The room beyond was small, lined with glass-fronted cases containing what appeared to be fragile scrolls and ancient bound volumes. Silas moved to a bookcase against the far wall, running his fingers along the spines until he found what he was looking for—a small, unmarked black volume.He pulled it partway out, and I heard a faint click. The entire bookcase swung inward, revealing a narrow stone staircase descending into darkness."The original pack house was b
A silver pendant on a delicate chain caught my eye. It was a stylized "A.L." intertwined in an elaborate design. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the materials expensive. It didn't match the other pieces in the box, which were simpler and more traditional."Silas," I called again. "Do you recognize this?"He took the necklace, examining it with a frown. "No. I've never seen Angela wear it.""The initials," I pointed out. "A.L. Angela's first initial, but the L doesn't fit. Her middle name was Marie, wasn't it?""Yes," he confirmed, still studying the pendant. "And our last name is Morrigan. There's no L anywhere in her name.""Unless," I said slowly, "it's not her initial at all. A.L. Alpha Logan."Silas's head snapped up, his eyes meeting mine. "Silver Claw's Alpha.""Exactly." I took the necklace back, turning it over. On the back, nearly too small to see, was an engraving—a tiny wolf silhouette with what looked like a silver tear falling from its eye. "This is their pack symbol, is
After he left, I explored the suite more thoroughly. Two bedrooms, both with attached bathrooms, a comfortable living area, and the small but functional kitchenette. My suitcase and the few belongings I'd brought from my life as Ella Stone had been placed in the larger bedroom.I took a long, hot shower, washing away the blood—both Aaron's and my own—and the sweat of battle. As steam filled the bathroom, I examined my injuries in the mirror. The cut on my cheek from Aaron's claws was already healing, faster than a normal werewolf's would. The hybrid's attack had left bruises on my arms and torso, but they too were fading rapidly.'Our blood heals,' Rona observed. 'The Goddess blood.'"We don't know that yet," I muttered, but I couldn't deny the evidence. I'd always healed quickly, even as a child. It was one of the things my father had found suspicious about me, one of the ways I had been "different" that he'd resented.After my shower, I dressed in sleep shorts and a tank top, then c
Silas led me from the infirmary, his hand still on my arm. We walked in silence through the pack house, passing curious pack members who quickly averted their eyes when they noticed Silas's thunderous expression.He didn't stop until we reached a section of the pack house I'd never been allowed to enter—the Alpha's private quarters. He unlocked a heavy wooden door and ushered me inside.The suite was larger than I'd expected—a sitting area with comfortable furniture, a kitchenette, a short hallway leading to what I assumed were bedrooms. The décor was surprisingly minimal, nothing like the opulent showiness I'd expected from an Alpha's quarters."You'll stay here from now on," Silas said, closing and locking the door behind us. "It's the most secure location in the pack house."I raised an eyebrow. "In your quarters? Won't that cause talk?""These aren't my personal rooms," he explained. "This is the Alpha's guest suite. My rooms are nextdoor. There's a connecting door, but it locks f
The moment we stepped into the infirmary, the antiseptic smell hit me—sharp and clinical, a stark contrast to the earthy scents of the forest we'd just left. Dr. Emerson looked up from his patient, his expression carefully neutral as he met Silas's gaze."Alpha," he acknowledged with a nod. "She's stable, but weak."My eyes moved past him to the figure on the bed. Angela lay unnaturally still, her once-glossy dark hair matted and dull against the white pillow. Bruises marked her face and arms, some fresh, others yellowing with age. A bandage wrapped around her left forearm, blood seeping through in spots.Despite everything she'd done to me, something twisted in my chest at the sight of her so broken. This was my sister—the girl who had tormented me growing up, who had helped frame me for a crime I didn't commit, who had married the man who rejected me. Yet seeing her injured stirred old protective instincts I thought I'd buried years ago."Is she conscious?" Silas asked quietly.Dr.
Silas helped Bella to her feet while Marcus and Jacob carefully lifted Aaron's body. The group split, with the men carrying Aaron back toward the pack house while Silas, Bella, and I took a different route, moving more cautiously now that we knew the hybrid was still in the area."We need to get to the archives," Bella said as we walked. "My research—if they're willing to kill for it, it must be important.""More important than we realized," Silas agreed grimly. "What exactly did you discover, Bella?"She glanced nervously over her shoulder before answering. "I found references to a prophecy in the oldest pack records. A prophecy about a descendant of the Moon Goddess who would be rejected by her mate during a celestial alignment, triggering a curse that would weaken the strongest pack. Sound familiar?""That's oddly specific," I commented, frowning. "And convenient.""It gets more specific," she continued. "The prophecy also says this descendant would have 'hair like blood and eyes l
"Well, isn't this touching," she drawled, lowering the weapon to point it at Bella. "A family reunion."Silas shifted slightly, placing himself more firmly between the gun and Bella. "Who are you?" he demanded."A messenger," she replied with a cold smile. "Here to remind you all of the consequences of ignoring warnings."I tensed, readying myself to move if she aimed at Bella again. "Warning delivered. Now leave."Her laugh was brittle. "Oh, it's not that simple. You see, the historian knows too much. Her research has become... inconvenient. And now that she's shared it with you..." She shrugged. "Well, loose ends must be tied.""She hasn't told me anything yet," I said quickly. "Her research is still at the archives. No one's seen it."The hybrid's eyes narrowed skeptically. "Even if that's true, the risk remains. She knows. You suspect. And he—" she nodded toward Silas "—is too traditional to allow the necessary changes.""What changes?" Silas demanded. "What are you talking about?