Theme: Sacrifice and Jealousy (Aria’s POV) Marcus's health wasn't getting better. He was breathing shallowly and had a pale face. The guilt weighed more heavily on me each time I sat at his side. I inflicted his injuries as I lacked the strength to keep him safe. I couldn't leave him in this fashion. Not until his health improved. I wiped a strand of hair off Marcus's forehead and murmured, "Hang in there, Marcus." His body was too motionless. I clutched his hand in the hopes that he would feel my presence and maybe even know it deep within. Hours passed by without my leaving his side. I scarcely noticed the other members of the pack coming and departing to check how he and I were doing. All I could think about was Marcus. I didn't glance up until I felt a familiar presence. Xander was standing in the doorway, staring at Marcus and me. I had never observed anything like it in his eyes before. "Xander." My voice trailed off as I started. His inscrutable look prompted my
Theme: Emotional Turmoil (Aria's POV) I am confused between two possibilities, and my heart feels heavy. My spouse and real love, Xander, supports me, but Marcus... I am also a part of Marcus. The connection between us tugs at my soul no matter how hard I want to deny it, leaving me feeling miserable and puzzled. To obtain clarity, I sit by the window and stare up at the moonlit sky. As the wind rustles my skin, my mind is racing with thoughts of the moments I've spent with them both. "Why does my heart feel like it’s being pulled in two different directions?" I mumble something to myself. I shut my eyes in the hopes that the silence would soothe my inner tempest. But it doesn't. I feel bad about holding Marcus close when I should be with Xander. I can tell without looking that it's Xander when the door behind me creaks open. Every time I wander, his presence brings me back to him like gravity. My heart skips a beat as I hear Xander utter, "Aria," in a sweet but firm
(Aria's POV) I stroll inside the packhouse, still feeling the weight of all that’s happened lately. Marcus is healing, and now I can smell something more brewing. The stress in the air feels different and heavy. I see glimpses of pack members talking as I pass by. I frown, my heart beating a little faster. Something feels odd. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice: Selene. Her tone is crisp and purposeful. I slow down, staying in the darkness, trying to hear her words. “You saw it yourself,” Selene’s voice echoed over the hall. “Aria’s weakness almost cost us the battle. Xander deserves better, someone stronger by his side.” I freeze. My heart skips a beat, and anger simmers beneath my skin. She’s spreading lies. I lean in closer, catching more of the talk. Pack member: "But she's Xander's mate. He chose her." Selene: "Chosen or not, she’s not fit to be Luna. You know it. The pack deserves someone who won’t get them killed in the next war. Someone like me." The words
Theme: Manipulation and Revenge (Aria's POV) As I stood on the balcony and looked up at the dark sky, the atmosphere was heavy with anxiety. It didn't feel quite right. Selene's presence had been the cause of the nagging discomfort in the pit of my stomach. I had the unshakeable feeling that she was still up to her tricks. I needed to know what she was doing. I could see Xander instructing some of the soldiers down below. His powerful body moved precisely; his concentration unflinching. He thought that the previous battle had put a stop to Selene's machinations and that the worst was behind them. But I wasn't certain. A figure suddenly materialized at the wood's edge. When I recognized her, my heart skipped a beat. Selene. She wasn't alone, though. I had never seen the man she was with before. Their eyes darted about suspiciously as they chatted in low voices. The way they stood and the way Selene's eyes sparkled with malice sent a shiver down my spine, even though I couldn't
Theme: Trust and BetrayalAria’s POVBroken only by the whispers of dissatisfaction marking the evening, the quiet that surrounded the packhouse corridors seemed nearly overwhelming. After the last fight, I hardly had time to catch my breath and decided I had to approach Selene. No more could I ignore the whispers and the lies she was spreading about me, the suspicion she was creating in the minds of our pack members. In one of the more quiet areas of the packhouse, Selene was sloppily resting on a stone pillar. Her silver hair shimmered in the little light, and her eyes glowed cruelly. She was working through figures. My voice trembling but strong, I breathed steady and pushed forward. "Selene, we have to talk," I said, my voice sharp with the pain I had been collecting. She tilted her head and began to grin cynically. "Oh, Aria. At last, did you get sick of hiding behind your fears? Her voice full of hate, she replied. I clasped my hands, pushing myself to stand. "I know about y
Theme: Strength and Survival Aria’s POV The area is drenched in the cold light of dusk, and the air crackles with energy. Selene and I circled each other, our eyes locked in a heated stare. Every muscle in my body aches with tiredness, but I feel a fire burning within me that I haven’t felt in years. The conflict had hit its peak, and for a minute, it appeared that Selene had the upper hand. Her strikes are fierce and continuous, and I’m driven into the defensive. But even as she gives blow after blow, a stubborn voice within me refuses to let me succumb. I dodge her next attack and roll to my feet. My breath comes in sharp spurts, but my thoughts are clear: I’ve gone too far to lose now. “Is that all you’ve got?” Selene teased, her words booming over the noises of clashing bodies. I clench my teeth and thrust back, my claws sparkling as I block her deadly attack. “Not today,” I say, the determination in my tone a vow to myself. Every hit reminds me of every fight I’ve
Theme: Healing and Forgiveness Aria’s POV The fight has ended, and though Selene’s threat has been removed, the scars run deep both on our bodies and in our minds. The pack is busy rebuilding, fixing broken tents, and healing their injuries, although the air is still heavy with sadness and distrust. I find Xander standing alone near the rubble of the training area, his face set in a frown. I walk over, my steps slow, trying to find the right words. Xander turns to me, his eyes black with distress and lasting hate. “I trusted her, Aria,” he adds, his voice low and shaking with sadness. “How do I make sure this never happens again?” I gently take his hand, looking to provide comfort. “Xander, we’ve always stood together. Trust isn’t something you force; it grows from knowing who’s been by your side through every storm.” He looked at me, his face easing just a bit. “But it hurts so much to know that she lied to us. I can’t handle the chance of being hurt like that again.”
Theme: Lurking in Danger Aria's POV A fragile serenity had begun to return to the group in the days after our hard-won victory. One chilly morning, when the mist lifted, I started to hear murmurs that made my spine tingle. Reports of a new rogue pack were circulating swiftly. Not just any rogue pack, but one that was far more deadly and well-organized than any we had ever encountered. Marcus walked over to me, his face etched with worry, as I sat near the central fire pit, attempting to concentrate on the restoration efforts. He got right to the matter without wasting any time. Marcus replied in a calm, low voice, "Aria, these rogues aren't like the others." "They have greater organization. More risky. They are supposedly organizing a massive catastrophe that has the potential to destroy our pack.” My pulse was racing as I took in what he was saying, I felt a flood of alarm and instinct. "More dangerous?" My voice was little more than a whisper as I echoed. "How organized
Aria’s POVThe world shook beneath us. My father, now a spinning storm of darkness, floated above the broken battlefield. His form was no longer human—he was a mass of dark and rage, eyes shining like dying stars. The air was thick with despair, and the ground cracked under the weight of his power. I stood amidst the confusion, my body aching, my magic nearly spent. Xander was asleep beside me, his breaths weak. Ryder knelt a few feet away, his hands glowing slightly as he tried to shield us from the storm. Around us, the remains of our friends lay spread, some hurt, some gone. I felt a rush of anger and sadness. This was not the world I had envisioned. This was not the future I wanted. But I realized then that fate was not a road set in stone—it was a choice. I rose to my feet, summoning the last of my strength. The golden light within me flickered, then flared, brighter than ever before. I looked up at the storm that was once my father and shouted, "I will not let you destr
Aria’s POV "Hello, my daughter. Did you miss me?"He asked and his voice crawled over my skin like ice. The man in the red robe stepped closer, his golden eyes burning like twin suns in the dark. My knees nearly buckled. Because I remembered him from my dreams. From the dreams... From the stories, my mother never finished. He was the one who left her. He was the one who cursed me. He was the one who started everything. My real father. The final piece of the vision. Xander growled beside me, his body tense, ready to attack. Ryder held my arm, still weak but alert. The forest was silent like it was holding its breath. Even the wind had stopped. "You're dead," I whispered. He smirked. "Everyone says that. Yet here I am." "Why are you here now?" "Because it's time," he said simply. "The world is ready for change. And you, Aria, are the key." I clenched my hands. "I won't help you." He sighed, like a parent unhappy with a stubborn child. "You don't know what you're refusing. Y
Aria’s POVThe night was cold, but my blood burned hot. Surrounded. Outnumbered. Wounded. But not afraid. Not anymore.I stepped forward, slowly, my glowing mark lighting the dark forest. Xander stood beside me, limping but fierce. My mother, Evelyn, stood on the other side, her silver hair glinting under the moonlight.Behind us, Ryder lay unconscious. I could still feel his heart. He was alive…for now. But the cloaked figures before us? They came to kill us.“The Council has made its decision,” the lead Shadow Walker said, stepping out from the line. His eyes were like ice. “The child of prophecy must die. ” I’m not a child anymore,” I said, lifting my head. “And I’m done running.”The golden glow on my wrist pulsed harder…brighter. Power surged through my veins like fire. It was mine now. No longer something to fear. I wasn’t just a mix of bloodlines.I was something new. Something greater. “A Seer with Alpha blood…” another one of them sneered. “Abomination.”I raised my voice. “Y
Aria's POVThe cave was cooler now, even though the fire still burned in the corner. My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear anything else. Xander’s hand was tight around mine, but his eyes were locked on the mark shining on my wrist...golden, dancing, and alive. It wasn’t just a mark. It was a warning. A promise. A truth I had tried to forget. “What is that?” he asked in a whisper like speaking too loudly would break something between us. I swallowed hard. “It’s… the mark of truth.”Xander raised a brow. “Truth?” I nodded. “Only someone born of two powerful bloodlines can carry it. It shows lies… and binds people to fate.” His face changed… confusion mixing with something else. Fear, maybe. Or understanding.“You mean, the lies people tell… it shows you?” “Yes,” I whispered. “And sometimes, it shows them to me in flashes. Pieces of their past… or the future they hide.”His grip on my hand relaxed. “And you have this now?” I looked down at the glowing mark. “It appeared whe
Aria’s POVThe glow of the flame flashed against the tense faces around it. Aria stood there, her heart heavy from being lied to. Thalos, who she used to trust, had admitted to helping Lyria. It was hard to breathe because of how heavy his words were in the air."Why, Thalos?" Aria's voice was shaking. "After everything we've been through." Thalos looked down, and his eyes showed that he felt ashamed. "I thought I could keep you safe. Lyria offered safety if I gave her information." Kael stepped forward, his hand on his sword. "And you believed her? You risked everyone." "I didn't know she'd attack," Thalos defended. "I thought I could control it." Aria turned away, tears running down her face. The pain of lying cut deep. She had trusted Thalos and leaned on him during their darkest times. Elara approached her sister, relaxing her hand on her shoulder. "We need to decide what to do next," she said. Kael nodded. "We can't stay here. Lyria knows our home." Aria wiped her tears, p
Aria’s POV"You thought betraying our pack would keep us safe?" Aria’s voice trembled; her hands clenched at her sides. "You’ve been working with her all this time?"Thalos shook his head quickly. "No! Not all this time. Just…just lately. After your first fight with her. She stretched out to me. She stated she could help me protect you... That she wouldn’t harm you if I cooperated." "So you told her where we were hiding?" Kael took a threatening step forward. "You led her right to us." "I didn’t know she’d bring an army!" Thalos yelled. "I didn’t know she’d hurt Elara or kill anybody! I swear!" "You knew what she was capable of." Aria's voice sounded like ice now. "You watched her try to kill me. You knew." A deep quiet fell. Elara arrived behind Aria, still pale and weak, but her look was full of wonder. “You betrayed us... after everything?” Thalos sank to his knees, unwilling to face any of them in the eye. “I tho
Aria’s POVThe mark on my chest glows once again as I move forward and raise my hands. Through the gloom, a ray of light emerges into the sky. It all stops for a second. Lyria freezes, too. Hissing at the light, the shadows contort and contract. The air grows warm like the dawn is breaking. Then a scream…no, a howl…cuts through the silence. Callum. He stumbles out from behind the battlefield, injured but he’s still alive, and I turn around just in time to see it. Even though his skin is scraped and bruised and his clothing is ripped, he fixes his intensely determined gaze on mine. He yells, "Aria!" and I dash to him, disregarding everything else. Our bodies collide, his arms encircling me firmly. He inhales, "I thought I'd lost you," "I thought you were gone," I gasped, clutching to him. But our reunion is cut short. A burst of black fire smashes the ground beside us, sending us flying apart. With a gasp, I hit the ground and rolled over to see Lyria stomping toward us.
Aria’s POVThe smell of blood and burning hung in the air as Aria stood in the middle of the ruined pack house. A glaring reminder of Lyria's fury, the once-vibrant center of their village now lay in ruins. Her heart hurt for Callum, whose fate was still unknown, for her pack, and for the lives lost. Thalos stepped forward, his face solemn. "We have to move quickly. The more time that goes by, the more powerful Lyria becomes. Aria nodded, her features stiffening with determination. "We need to find Callum and stop her before more lives are lost." With fear and determination imprinted on their faces, the remaining pack members assembled. They listened carefully as Aria explained their strategy: to find out where Lyria was going, to get Callum back, and to face the evil that was endangering their world. Aria took comfort in the forest's silence while preparations got underway. She was filled with both painful and consoling memories of her mother. She thought back to
Aria’s POV Xander moved protectively in front of her, but Lyria raised a hand. With a flick of her fingers, he was thrown backward into the lake. “Don’t worry, he’s not hurt. But you… Aria, you’ve made a mess. And now you’re too close to the truth.” Aria took a shaky step forward. “You’re the one who blocked Callum’s memories. You’re working with them…the shadows.” Lyria smiled. “Oh, darling… I’m not working with them.” Her smile faded into a cold sneer. “I created them.” Aria’s breath caught. Her knees nearly gave out. “You… you were my mother’s sister.” “And she was a fool,” Lyria spat. “She wasted her power. Gave it all to a weak child who doesn’t even know how to use it.” “You killed her?” Aria whispered, tears forming in her eyes. “I did what I had to. And now I’ll finish what I started.” She raised her hand again, shadows dancing around her fingers. The water around Aria started to churn violently. She screamed for Xander, but he was still unconscious.