Ophelia’s POV
As I approached the Moonlit Pack gates, my heart pounded louder than it should be and I clenched my fist by my sides. I walked alongside the warrior Eric had sent for me, their cold eyes on my every move. Every instinct screamed that I should run back to Ryker for help but I couldn't. Not when I was a danger to his camp. They opened the iron gate and I scanned the area. It hadn't changed a bit. And he was there, waiting by the courtyard. His blue eyes were shining in my direction. “Ophelia,” he drawled, his voice smooth and filled with mockery as he stepped forward. “You finally decided to stop running. I'd almost started to think you enjoyed living like a stray.” He said, making an innocent face like he didn't just itch out a word. I stopped a few meters from him, my jaw tightening. “I didn't come here to be mocked, Eric.” I warned and he curled up his lip to a smirk. That was one of the things that flustered my heart months and years back but now, it didn't even cast a blood of me from it. “No, of course not. You came here because you knew you didn’t belong with those rogues. I always knew you’d come crawling back. It was only a matter of time.” My eyes turned red in anger, my wolf snarling in my mind. “I didn’t come back for you,” I snapped. “I came to hear what you wanted. Say it quickly, so I can leave.” His smirk only deepened, but his eyes turned darker. He took another step closer to me. “Leave? Oh, Ophelia, I'm afraid it's not that simple. You see, we need you here.” His words struck me like a ton of bricks and for a moment, I stared at him, caught off guard. Really? I never thought of this. “Need me?” I repeated unbelievably. “You rejected me. You humiliated me in front of the entire pack and called me weak. Now you expect me to believe you need me?” I rolled my eyes, my arm placed on my chest. “I made a mistake,” he finally admitted after a while but there was no remorse in his tone. It didn't come from his heart. “I acted on the information I had at the time. But I've since made an investigation, and it turns out you were falsely accused.” I sighed uncontrollably. My tongue licking my already dried lips in pain. “You’re saying you knew I was innocent,” I said, my voice trembling as I tried to restrain my fury, “and you still let them banish me?” He crossed his arms, his face steady. “I didn’t have the luxury of waiting for the truth to come to light. An Alpha must act in decision, even if that means making sacrifices. But now, things have changed.” He gestured toward the packhouse behind him and I turned towards it. “The pack is suffering, Ophelia. Wolves are falling ill, injuries aren’t healing as they should. Whatever your Shadowmark is, it’s connected to the moon’s energy and we need it. We need you.” My eyes widened at his words. How come he knew about my shadowmark? “You wonder how I found out?” He asked in a cunning tone. “I am the Alpha, Ophelia and I can see anything I want to see.* The little ray of hope I had died instantly, he had always been a user, he needed me because of my shadow mark, he wanted to claim his possession over me. “Do you need me?” I repeated, my voice rising. “You cast me aside when it was convenient, and now that you’re desperate, you want me back? Do you think I’m just going to forget everything you did?” His face turned cold as he stared at me dangerously. “This isn’t a request, Ophelia,” he said, his voice low and cold. “You will return to the pack. You will use your mark to heal my wolves. Refuse, and I’ll have no choice but to consider you an enemy of Moonlit.” I raised my brows unbelievably at his words. He hadn't changed one bit. “Is that a threat?” I asked, taking a step forward. “After everything you’ve done, you think you can threaten me into submission?” “You think you can control me?” I continued. “You think you can use me like a tool and discard me when you’re done? Not this time, Eric. You may be the Alpha of the Moonlit, but you have no power over me.” He growled inwardly, his eyes changing. “You just got on my last nerve.” He roared, his sharp hand holding on my throat and pressing hard on me as I screamed out for help.Ophelia POV The Grand Hall of the Moonlit Pack was filled with warmth, flickering little lights that lit up the darkness around us, its tiny golden beam beautiful to see , but despite the warmth, wave of anxiety hit me. I adjusted the silver circle head ornaments on my head, it announces my status and authority as the Alpha's chosen mate. With each step I took, my anxiety sipped deeply into me and my fingers trembled slightly. This was the first time Eric ever called for me in the night. Not into his chamber but to the courtroom. chills ran down my spine as I locked eyes with some pack members that stood at the corners of the hall, their whispers filled my ears making me wonder what was going on. I could feel their gaze on me as my steps echoed into the hall and I approached the dais where Eric stood, his commanding figure framed by the well-made throne of the alpha. “ Alpha Eric,” I greeted softly, my voice firm masking the nervousness I was feeling. I bowe
Ophelia POV It has been a few weeks since they sent me out of the Moonlit Pack. A tough and rough week without shelter or food. And all I could hear was the whispering of ancient secrets that I had been hearing since I started the journey of nowhere in particular. The forest stretched endlessly before me and every step I took ruffled the bush as a lightening struck harder making me halt, leaning against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, its bark cool and rough under my fingers and a part of me wondered if this exile was planted to kill me. Since even he hated my gut. I had heard tales of banished Wolves, forgotten in the wilderness and weak but I never knew I would be here in those shoes. Perhaps I was meant to die anyway. I surely couldn't go back to my packs, it would be a disgrace to the whole family and I would be tamed as a cursed being. But do I want that? As I took another step, a strange sensation coursed through my chest, sharp. And electric, like the touch
Ophelia POV "How far is this camp?" I asked for the umpteenth time, my voice breaking the silence. It has been hours now if I am not mistaken. Walking all along with any destination. Am I not being cooked now? The Ryker guy glanced back over his shoulder, his angry eyes gleaming into the night. “Far enough to keep unwanted visitors out, but close enough to strike if needed,” he said. His voice was rough and tough but not unkind. “We'll be there soon. You're not afraid of a little walk, are you?” His words were smooth and his way of putting words kind of amused me. It was suddenly to my liking. I narrowed my eyes but bit back a retort. I was exhausted and every muscle in my body ached after the fight with the rogues and my endless work. But still, I refused to show my weakness, especially in front of someone like Ryker, a wolf who had everything under control and strength. Finally, the trees parted, revealing a hidden clearing nestled in the heart of the forest. A sh
Ophelia POV Over the next few days, I began to learn just how different Ryker’s camp was from any pack I had known. Not even Eric Pack could stand them because they were strong and it was hard to even see a traitor. They worked hand in hand together. Ryker would push me hard, testing my limits as he taught me how to control the shadow mark's power. “The mark isn't just a gift,” he said during one training session. “It's a responsibility. It connects you to the moon, to the wolves around you. But if you let it control you, you'll lose yourself. Don't let your weakness define you.” Mara had just been on my nerves these days. She would ask me to clean up their plates and help the pack since she had been useless all this while. But today, it was different, a training ground was set for me by Ryker. The morning air was peaceful as I stood in the center of the clearing, my chest was rising and falling as I fought the control of the powers. Do we even need to do this now?
Ophelia’s POV As I approached the Moonlit Pack gates, my heart pounded louder than it should be and I clenched my fist by my sides. I walked alongside the warrior Eric had sent for me, their cold eyes on my every move. Every instinct screamed that I should run back to Ryker for help but I couldn't. Not when I was a danger to his camp. They opened the iron gate and I scanned the area. It hadn't changed a bit. And he was there, waiting by the courtyard. His blue eyes were shining in my direction. “Ophelia,” he drawled, his voice smooth and filled with mockery as he stepped forward. “You finally decided to stop running. I'd almost started to think you enjoyed living like a stray.” He said, making an innocent face like he didn't just itch out a word. I stopped a few meters from him, my jaw tightening. “I didn't come here to be mocked, Eric.” I warned and he curled up his lip to a smirk. That was one of the things that flustered my heart months and years back but now, i
Ophelia POV Over the next few days, I began to learn just how different Ryker’s camp was from any pack I had known. Not even Eric Pack could stand them because they were strong and it was hard to even see a traitor. They worked hand in hand together. Ryker would push me hard, testing my limits as he taught me how to control the shadow mark's power. “The mark isn't just a gift,” he said during one training session. “It's a responsibility. It connects you to the moon, to the wolves around you. But if you let it control you, you'll lose yourself. Don't let your weakness define you.” Mara had just been on my nerves these days. She would ask me to clean up their plates and help the pack since she had been useless all this while. But today, it was different, a training ground was set for me by Ryker. The morning air was peaceful as I stood in the center of the clearing, my chest was rising and falling as I fought the control of the powers. Do we even need to do this now?
Ophelia POV "How far is this camp?" I asked for the umpteenth time, my voice breaking the silence. It has been hours now if I am not mistaken. Walking all along with any destination. Am I not being cooked now? The Ryker guy glanced back over his shoulder, his angry eyes gleaming into the night. “Far enough to keep unwanted visitors out, but close enough to strike if needed,” he said. His voice was rough and tough but not unkind. “We'll be there soon. You're not afraid of a little walk, are you?” His words were smooth and his way of putting words kind of amused me. It was suddenly to my liking. I narrowed my eyes but bit back a retort. I was exhausted and every muscle in my body ached after the fight with the rogues and my endless work. But still, I refused to show my weakness, especially in front of someone like Ryker, a wolf who had everything under control and strength. Finally, the trees parted, revealing a hidden clearing nestled in the heart of the forest. A sh
Ophelia POV It has been a few weeks since they sent me out of the Moonlit Pack. A tough and rough week without shelter or food. And all I could hear was the whispering of ancient secrets that I had been hearing since I started the journey of nowhere in particular. The forest stretched endlessly before me and every step I took ruffled the bush as a lightening struck harder making me halt, leaning against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, its bark cool and rough under my fingers and a part of me wondered if this exile was planted to kill me. Since even he hated my gut. I had heard tales of banished Wolves, forgotten in the wilderness and weak but I never knew I would be here in those shoes. Perhaps I was meant to die anyway. I surely couldn't go back to my packs, it would be a disgrace to the whole family and I would be tamed as a cursed being. But do I want that? As I took another step, a strange sensation coursed through my chest, sharp. And electric, like the touch
Ophelia POV The Grand Hall of the Moonlit Pack was filled with warmth, flickering little lights that lit up the darkness around us, its tiny golden beam beautiful to see , but despite the warmth, wave of anxiety hit me. I adjusted the silver circle head ornaments on my head, it announces my status and authority as the Alpha's chosen mate. With each step I took, my anxiety sipped deeply into me and my fingers trembled slightly. This was the first time Eric ever called for me in the night. Not into his chamber but to the courtroom. chills ran down my spine as I locked eyes with some pack members that stood at the corners of the hall, their whispers filled my ears making me wonder what was going on. I could feel their gaze on me as my steps echoed into the hall and I approached the dais where Eric stood, his commanding figure framed by the well-made throne of the alpha. “ Alpha Eric,” I greeted softly, my voice firm masking the nervousness I was feeling. I bowe