I woke with a gasp, my head pounding and body drenched in sweat. The last thing I remembered was preparing for the bond renewal ritual—Bella explaining the ancient steps, Mason arranging ceremonial items in the sacred grove.Then... darkness."You're awake." Silas's deep voice came from beside the bed. He sat in a chair, dark circles under his eyes suggesting he'd been there for hours."What happened?" My voice emerged raspy, throat dry as sand."Wolfsbane withdrawal," he explained, offering a glass of water. "Your body is purging years of suppression. Dr. Emerson says it's hitting you harder because of your bloodline."I drank deeply, mind clearing with each swallow. "The ritual?""Postponed. The moon set before we could begin." His expression revealed nothing, but tension radiated from his rigid posture. "We still have tonight."I pushed back the covers, determined to stand. My legs wobbled traitorously, and Silas reached to steady me, but I stepped away from his outstretched hand.
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
I woke with a gasp, my head pounding and body drenched in sweat. The last thing I remembered was preparing for the bond renewal ritual—Bella explaining the ancient steps, Mason arranging ceremonial items in the sacred grove.Then... darkness."You're awake." Silas's deep voice came from beside the bed. He sat in a chair, dark circles under his eyes suggesting he'd been there for hours."What happened?" My voice emerged raspy, throat dry as sand."Wolfsbane withdrawal," he explained, offering a glass of water. "Your body is purging years of suppression. Dr. Emerson says it's hitting you harder because of your bloodline."I drank deeply, mind clearing with each swallow. "The ritual?""Postponed. The moon set before we could begin." His expression revealed nothing, but tension radiated from his rigid posture. "We still have tonight."I pushed back the covers, determined to stand. My legs wobbled traitorously, and Silas reached to steady me, but I stepped away from his outstretched hand.
Silas returned to the matter at hand, his voice bringing the council back to focus. "The threat from Silver Claw remains our priority. According to our intelligence, they plan to attack in two days, the night before the Winter Solstice. Their goal is to capture Stella before the full moon, when her blood will be at its most powerful.""Why her blood specifically?" Gamma Phillips asked, speaking for the first time. "What do they hope to gain?""Control," Bella answered, turning to a new page in her notes. "The silver-blessed bloodline carries unique properties. Chief among them is the ability to bestow or remove shifting capabilities in other werewolves."That revelation caused another stir. Zeta Clara's eyes widened in alarm. "Are you suggesting this girl could prevent us from shifting? Or force a shift against our will?""Potentially, yes," Bella confirmed. "Though Stella has never been trained in these abilities. Most manifestations of her power have been instinctive rather than con
The council chamber fell silent as Silas and I entered, followed closely by Bella. Every eye tracked our progress to the front of the room, whispers dying on lips as the elders straightened in their seats. Unlike my previous appearance before the council, this time I felt no fear, no uncertainty—only a cold determination and the steady presence of Rona in my mind.My father sat in his Beta chair, his face an unreadable mask. I met his gaze directly, letting him see the knowledge in my eyes, the accusation. He was the first to look away."This emergency session of the Blood Moon Pack Council is now in session," Silas announced formally, taking his place at the head of the table. Instead of directing me to the lone chair for those being questioned, he gestured for me to stand at his right—the Luna's traditional position. Another statement that didn't go unnoticed by the council members."We face an unprecedented threat," Silas continued without preamble. "Silver Claw is planning an atta
We left her room, nodding to the guards as we passed. The pack house was busier now, with members hurrying to and fro on various errands. I caught fragments of conversation as we walked—whispers about Aaron's death, Angela's return, and increasingly, speculation about my role in it all."...heard she killed him," one young wolf muttered to another as we passed."...special blood," came another whisper. "That's why Silver Claw wants her.""...broke the Alpha's mate bond..."I ignored them all, keeping my head high and my pace steady. Let them talk. Soon they'd know the truth—or at least as much of it as Silas deemed necessary to share.We found him in his office, deep in conversation with Mason Sullivan and Dr. Emerson. All three looked up as we entered, conversations pausing mid-sentence."Stella," Silas acknowledged, his eyes briefly registering surprise at Bella's presence. "Bella. How are you feeling?""Well enough," she replied. "I want to be at the council meeting."Silas nodded,
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
The council meeting was set for late afternoon, giving us a few hours to prepare. After leaving the underground archives, Silas and I parted ways—he to brief select pack members on potential defensive measures, me to check on Bella. Despite everything we'd discovered about Angela and Silver Claw, I couldn't forget the look on Bella's face as Aaron died protecting her from the hybrid's bullet. Whatever complicated feelings she might have about his death, she needed support. I found her in the guest quarters Silas had assigned her, a comfortable room not far from my own. Two guards stood outside her door, nodding respectfully as I approached. "Is she awake?" I asked. "Yes, ma'am," the younger guard replied. "Dr. Emerson checked on her an hour ago. She hasn't left the room since." I knocked softly. After a moment, Bella's quiet voice called, "Come in." She sat by the window, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders despite the warm afternoon. Her face was pale, her eyes red-rimmed from
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