I stare at my reflection in the old antique mirror of Moonlight Books, tilting my head to the side as I check myself out. Biting my bottom lip, I wonder what Kevin would think of my outfit. Marie, my wolf, says it's cute and he'll love it, but I still have my doubts. My boyfriend tends to make me feel like I'm wearing rags even when I have on my nicest clothes. Of course, he doesn't say it to my face, but I can still tell when he thinks crap of my outfit. It's always written all over his face.
Looking away from the mirror, I consider if I should run home and change before meeting him at the party. But a glance at the clock on the wall makes me wince. 8:45 PM – fifteen minutes past closing time. I'm already running late.
My fingers fly across my phone's screen as I type out a quick message to Kevin.
"Sorry, running a bit behind. Be there soon! ❤️"
I pocket the device without waiting for a response and turn my attention to the task of closing up the bookstore. The smell of old paper and leather bindings fills my nostrils as I move through the narrow aisles, straightening a book here, adjusting a display there. It's a comforting scent, one that usually brings me peace. Tonight, however, it only serves to remind me of how much time I'm losing.
As I work, I catch sight of my reflection again. A young woman of about twenty stares back at me, honey-brown eyes magnified slightly behind wire-rimmed glasses. My chestnut hair is pulled back in a messy bun, a few strands escaping to frame my heart-shaped face. I look tired, the kind of bone-deep weariness that comes from juggling college classes, a part-time job, and the constant vigilance required to keep my true nature hidden.
Because I'm not just an ordinary college student working in a quaint bookstore. I'm a werewolf – and a mute one at that.
My life is a delicate balance of normalcy and secrecy. By day, I attend classes at the local university, scribbling notes and communicating through sign language. By night, I fight against the pull of the moon, the wildness in my blood that longs to be free. And through it all, I adhere to my aunt's strict rule: no dating werewolves.
It's a rule that has always puzzled me. Surely, another werewolf would understand me better? But my aunt is adamant, insisting it's for my own protection. And so, I found Kevin – human, kind, and seemingly understanding of my unique situation.
A glance at my watch sends a jolt of panic through me. 9:10 PM. The party will be in full swing by now, and I'm still here, surrounded by the quiet whispers of countless books.
I rush through the rest of my closing routine, my movements a blur as I count the till, shut down the computer, and flick off the lights. My heart races as I finally lock the front door, the cool night air a stark contrast to the stuffy warmth of the bookstore.
I practically run down the sidewalk, my sensible flats slapping against the pavement. The full moon hangs low and heavy in the sky, its silvery light casting long shadows across my path. I can feel its pull, the way it makes my skin tingle and my blood sing. But I push the sensation away, focusing instead on the steady rhythm of my feet hitting the ground.
The party is being held at a friend's house just a few blocks from campus. As I approach, I can hear the dull thump of music and the low hum of voices. I pause for a moment to catch my breath, smoothing down my hair and straightening my clothes. Then, with a deep breath to steel my nerves, I make my way up the front walk.
The door is unlocked, swinging open easily at my touch. The interior of the house is a chaos of noise and movement. Bodies press close together, swaying to the music that seems to vibrate through the very walls. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and excitement.
My heightened senses make it all overwhelming for a moment. I close my eyes, take another deep breath, and then begin to weave my way through the crowd. My gaze darts from face to face, searching for Kevin's familiar features.
I find him in the kitchen, but the sight that greets me makes my heart stutter to a stop.
Kevin is there, alright. But he isn't alone. He's pressed up against the counter, his arms wrapped around a petite blonde I vaguely recognize from one of my classes. And they're kissing – not the quick, friendly peck of casual acquaintances, but the deep, passionate embrace of lovers.
For a long moment, I can't move. I stand frozen in the doorway, my mind struggling to process what my eyes are seeing. The music fades to a dull roar in my ears, drowned out by the thundering of my own heartbeat.
Then, as if sensing my presence, Kevin looks up. His eyes widen as they meet mine, a flicker of guilt crossing his face before it's quickly replaced by something harder, almost defiant.
My hands tremble as I reach for my phone. The realization hits me like a physical blow – Kevin never bothered to learn sign language. Even now, in this moment of betrayal, I have to rely on technology to voice my pain. My fingers shake as I type, tears blurring my vision.
"How could you?" I manage to type out, holding up the screen for him to see.
Kevin disentangles himself from the blonde, who has the decency to look embarrassed. He takes a step towards me, his expression a mix of annoyance and false concern.
"Oh, come on, Eveline," he says, his words slightly slurred. "You can't honestly be surprised. Did you really think this was going to work long-term?"
I feel as if I've been slapped. My fingers fly across the screen, desperate to keep up with the torrent of emotions coursing through me. But it's too slow, too impersonal. I want to scream, to howl my pain and rage, but the words are trapped inside me, choking me.
"What are you talking about? I thought we were happy. I thought you understood." I thrust the phone at him, my hand shaking so badly I nearly drop it.
Kevin lets out a harsh laugh, the sound grating against my sensitive ears. "Understood what? That I'd have to spend the rest of my life with someone who can't even talk to me properly?
Each word is like a dagger, piercing through the careful defenses I've built around my heart. I can feel the eyes of the partygoers on me, can smell their curiosity and pity. It makes my skin crawl. I type furiously, tears now streaming down my face, but Kevin speaks again before I can show him my response.
"You know, it's kind of pathetic," Kevin sneers, his gaze raking over me, cold and dismissive. "You actually thought I took you serious."
The words hang in the air, sharp and poisonous. I feel something inside me shatter, a howl of pain and rage building in my chest with nowhere to go. My vision blurs, whether from tears or the beginnings of a transformation, I can't tell.
I want to argue, to defend myself, to make him understand the depth of his betrayal. But the words are stuck in my throat, and my fingers feel numb and clumsy on the phone screen. The frustration of not being able to express myself, to scream out my pain, is overwhelming.
Without another attempt at communication, I turn and flee. I push past the confused partygoers, ignoring their startled exclamations as I burst out of the house and into the night. The cool air hits me like a physical force, but I don't slow down. I run, my feet pounding against the pavement, each step taking me further away from the scene of my humiliation.
As I run, I let out silent screams, my mouth open in a soundless howl of anguish. The words I couldn't type, couldn't sign, couldn't speak, fuel my flight into the darkness.
The sobs come then, silent and wracking. I curl in on myself, my body shaking with the force of my grief. Above me, the moon continues its silent journey across the sky, indifferent to the pain of the creature below.
In this moment, surrounded by the whispers of the forest and the cold light of the moon, I've never felt more alone. The silence that has been my constant companion now seems to mock me, a void that can never be filled.
As the night wears on, my sobs gradually subside, replaced by a hollow emptiness. I sit up slowly, wiping at my tear-stained cheeks with trembling hands. The events of the evening play over and over in my mind, each replay bringing a fresh wave of pain and humiliation.
I had trusted Kevin, had believed that he saw past my differences to the person I am inside. But in the end, he had seen me as nothing more than a curiosity, a temporary diversion. The realization hurts more than any physical wound ever could.
As I sit here, surrounded by the quiet of the forest, I find myself questioning everything. My aunt's rule about not dating werewolves suddenly seems less about protection and more about isolation. Was I wrong to try and fit into the human world? Is there a place for someone like me – caught between two worlds, unable to fully belong to either?
The cool night air whips against my tear-stained face as I run through the deserted park. My lungs burn, and my legs ache, but I can't bring myself to stop. Every step takes me further from Kevin's betrayal, from the suffocating pity of the partygoers, from the life I thought I had.Kevin's words echo in my mind, each repetition a fresh wound. "A mute? You're a freak." The cruel twist of his lips as he said it, the disgust in his eyes – it all plays on repeat in my head, a torturous loop I can't escape.I've always known I was different. Being mute in a world of voices is hard enough, but add lycanthropy to the mix, and you've got a recipe for isolation. I thought Kevin had seen past that, had seen me for who I really am. God, how naive I was.The park stretches out before me, a maze of shadows and moonlight. In the distance, I can hear the faint rush of cars on the highway, a reminder of the normal world I'm running from. Closer, the rustle of leaves in the gentle night breeze and the
Pain. Searing, all-consuming pain is the first thing that registers as I drift back to consciousness. My eyelids feel heavy as I force them open, taking in the stark white walls that seem to close in around me. The sharp smell of disinfectant burns my nostrils, making my already churning stomach flip. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a harsh glow across the standard-issue cream curtains and medical equipment surrounding my bed.I'm alive. The thought hits me like a physical blow. The memories of the attack flash through my mind in violent bursts – claws, teeth, blood. So much blood. By some miracle, I survived, but as I try to shift in the scratchy hospital gown, every muscle screams in protest.The steady beeping of monitors fills the silence as I strain to make sense of my surroundings. This isn't our pack hospital – the layout is wrong, the equipment too advanced, even the air feels different. Unfamiliar voices drift through the closed door, their muffled conversation setti
Sunlight filters through the curtains as I wake, my mind a tangled mess of thoughts. One rises above the rest—my mate's cold words from last night. The rejection still stings, leaving a hollow ache in my chest. Why would he say that? What does he truly mean?After showering and dressing in a simple outfit—comfortable jeans and a soft sweater that makes signing easier—I make my way downstairs. The emptiness of my bed last night haunts me. In all the stories I've heard about mates, they complete the mating process within hours of finding each other. Yet here I am, alone and unwanted.The grand staircase leads me to the main hallway where a beautiful brunette stands waiting. Her hair falls in loose waves over her shoulders, and she wears a friendly smile that immediately puts me at ease."Good morning, Luna," she says with a warm expression.My hands move in practiced signs, accompanied by a returned smile. "Hello and I'm not your Luna yet.""But you're our Alpha King's mate.""Yes, I am
The Alpha's words echo in my head, each repetition feeling like a physical blow. "They were after you." The phrase bounces around my skull, mixing with the lingering scents of vampire and blood that permeate the pack house.I stumble backward until my back hits the wall, needing something solid to ground me. Everything feels surreal, like I'm trapped in some horrible nightmare. Just twenty-four hours ago, my biggest worry was being late to meet Kevin at that party. Now...Now my aunt is gone. Taken. Because of me.My hands shake as I raise them to sign, but I can barely form coherent gestures. How? Why? What did I do? The questions tumble from my fingers in a desperate rush, even though I know most of the pack members watching can't understand them.Alpha Marcus steps closer, his expression grave. "We don't know all the details yet, Evelina. The vampires were... specific in their attack. They weren't just causing chaos. They were searching. House by house, they were looking for you."
The SUV winds up a long, private driveway, gravel crunching beneath its tires. I press my forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching as manicured gardens and ornate fountains scroll past. After twenty minutes of driving through dense forest, this sudden display of wealth and refinement is jarring.The vehicle comes to a stop in front of what can only be described as a mansion. My breath catches in my throat as I take in the imposing structure. Three stories of elegant stone and gleaming windows rise before me, the architecture a perfect blend of modern design and classic grandeur. It makes our pack house back home look like a cottage in comparison.Home. The thought sends a fresh wave of pain through my chest. Somewhere out there, my aunt is being held captive because of me, and here I am, arriving at what looks like something out of a fairytale.I step out of the SUV, my legs stiff from the long ride. Instinctively, my eyes search for Anton, but he's already disappeared.
The next morning, I wake with a million thoughts swirling in my head, but one stands out above the rest—what my mate said last night. Why would he say that? What did he mean?After freshening up, I head downstairs. As I reach the bottom step, I stop short, spotting a stunning brunette standing in the hallway.“Good morning, Luna,” she signs with a warm, soft smile.“You can sign?” I ask, my brow furrowing. Then I add quickly, “And I’m not your Luna.”Her smile widens. “Yes, I can. I used to be unable to hear, but that changed once I found my mate.” Her hands pause briefly before continuing. “And you are our Alpha’s mate, which makes you our Luna.”I gesture toward my neck, tilting my head slightly to the side to make my point clear. "Yes, I am his mate, but he hasn’t marked me yet." My hands move fluidly, the signs sharp and deliberate. I hold her gaze, waiting for her response.Her eyes flicker briefly to my neck, then back to my face. “Even so,” she says with a shrug, her tone confi
It’s been hours since breakfast, but the sting of my mate’s harsh words hasn’t faded. I’ve replayed them over and over in my head, each time feeling my chest tighten just a little more.Ana must have noticed my mood because she asked me to join her in the gardens. Now we’re crouched together in the flower beds, tending to her roses. The soft hum of birds and the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze provide a welcome distraction from my swirling thoughts.“You’re really good at this,” Ana says with a smile, watching as I carefully prune a stubborn branch.I glance up at her and shrug, offering a small smile of my own. “It’s peaceful,” I sign, my hands moving fluidly.Ana nods, her eyes warm with understanding. “It really is. Sometimes, it’s the only thing that keeps me sane.”I’m about to respond when movement from across the yard catches my attention. I look up and spot the men training. My mate is at the center of it all, commanding their focus with the ease of a born leader.My brea
Days drag by like years in this mansion, and the ice between Anton and me only grows thicker. The afternoon sun streams through the tall windows, casting long shadows in the hallway as I make my way to his study. I need to ask him about getting a phone to call Chloe. God, I miss her. She was the sunshine in our pack, the only one who took the time to learn sign language when I first lost my voice. While others whispered and stared, she'd sit with me for hours, her fingers fumbling through signs until we could talk about everything and nothing.The heavy wooden door to Anton's study looms before me, intimidating in its grandeur. Through the crack beneath, I can see warm lamplight spilling out – he's working from home today. My heart pounds against my ribs as I knock softly.The scent of coffee and old books wraps around me as I enter. Anton sits behind his massive mahogany desk, his broad shoulders hunched over stacks of papers. His dark hair falls across his forehead, and his crisp wh
It’s been a few days since Anton confronted me for calling my Alpha, and I haven’t seen him since. A part of me is relieved—every time he’s near, it feels like I can’t breathe. But he’s done something unexpected.Every day, Dan comes to me with updates on the search for my mother. The information is never good, but at least I know they’re looking. I know Anton is the one behind it. Maybe it’s his way of making up for everything, but it’s not enough. Not even close. I still don’t want to see his face.I’m in the kitchen making breakfast when Ana walks in, her blonde hair tousled from sleep. She wears a cozy gray sweater and fitted jeans, her expression warm as she takes a seat at the kitchen counter.“Good morning, Luna,” she says, stretching as she settles onto one of the stools.“I’m not your Luna. But good morning to you, too,” I sign with a soft smile. I’m happy she’s here after the way Anton kicked her out. Relief washes over me seeing her here—after Anton's outburst, I'd feared s
Ana's gentle touch on my arm pulls me from my dark thoughts. "Something wrong?" she signs, her movements soft with concern."No, everything is fine," I sign back, trying to mask my turbulent emotions."Alright, do you have any plans today? I was hoping we could spend some time together. Maybe watch some TV?" Her hands move hopefully through the air."Sure," I agree, and we start walking back toward Anton's house. The morning sun warms my skin but does little to chase away the chill inside me.A thought strikes me as we walk, and before I can second-guess myself, my hands are already moving. "Could I borrow your phone? I need to call my Alpha." I haven't heard anything about the search for Mom, and when I asked Anton about calling Chloe, I'd hoped he might let me reach out to my Alpha, too."Oh, no problem, here," she says while signing, pulling her phone from her back pocket without hesitation. Her easy agreement catches me off guard – I'd expected resistance, questions at least. Surel
Morning sunlight streams through the windows as I make my way downstairs, my stomach growling despite my hesitation. I haven't eaten breakfast at the pack house since that first humiliating day with Anton. The memory still burns – his cold words cutting through me while everyone at the table pretended not to hear, though their pinched expressions and awkward glances said otherwise. The thought of facing those pitying looks again makes my chest tight.A mouthwatering aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee draws me toward the kitchen. For a moment, I think Ana might have come early to cook, but as I round the corner, I'm greeted by an unexpected sight. Liam stands at the stove, wearing a black apron over his casual clothes, spatula in hand as he tends to several pans with practiced ease.He turns at my entrance, his smile bright against the morning light. "Good morning, Luna," he says, flipping a perfectly golden piece of french toast.My fingers move swiftly through the air,
Days drag by like years in this mansion, and the ice between Anton and me only grows thicker. The afternoon sun streams through the tall windows, casting long shadows in the hallway as I make my way to his study. I need to ask him about getting a phone to call Chloe. God, I miss her. She was the sunshine in our pack, the only one who took the time to learn sign language when I first lost my voice. While others whispered and stared, she'd sit with me for hours, her fingers fumbling through signs until we could talk about everything and nothing.The heavy wooden door to Anton's study looms before me, intimidating in its grandeur. Through the crack beneath, I can see warm lamplight spilling out – he's working from home today. My heart pounds against my ribs as I knock softly.The scent of coffee and old books wraps around me as I enter. Anton sits behind his massive mahogany desk, his broad shoulders hunched over stacks of papers. His dark hair falls across his forehead, and his crisp wh
It’s been hours since breakfast, but the sting of my mate’s harsh words hasn’t faded. I’ve replayed them over and over in my head, each time feeling my chest tighten just a little more.Ana must have noticed my mood because she asked me to join her in the gardens. Now we’re crouched together in the flower beds, tending to her roses. The soft hum of birds and the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze provide a welcome distraction from my swirling thoughts.“You’re really good at this,” Ana says with a smile, watching as I carefully prune a stubborn branch.I glance up at her and shrug, offering a small smile of my own. “It’s peaceful,” I sign, my hands moving fluidly.Ana nods, her eyes warm with understanding. “It really is. Sometimes, it’s the only thing that keeps me sane.”I’m about to respond when movement from across the yard catches my attention. I look up and spot the men training. My mate is at the center of it all, commanding their focus with the ease of a born leader.My brea
The next morning, I wake with a million thoughts swirling in my head, but one stands out above the rest—what my mate said last night. Why would he say that? What did he mean?After freshening up, I head downstairs. As I reach the bottom step, I stop short, spotting a stunning brunette standing in the hallway.“Good morning, Luna,” she signs with a warm, soft smile.“You can sign?” I ask, my brow furrowing. Then I add quickly, “And I’m not your Luna.”Her smile widens. “Yes, I can. I used to be unable to hear, but that changed once I found my mate.” Her hands pause briefly before continuing. “And you are our Alpha’s mate, which makes you our Luna.”I gesture toward my neck, tilting my head slightly to the side to make my point clear. "Yes, I am his mate, but he hasn’t marked me yet." My hands move fluidly, the signs sharp and deliberate. I hold her gaze, waiting for her response.Her eyes flicker briefly to my neck, then back to my face. “Even so,” she says with a shrug, her tone confi
The SUV winds up a long, private driveway, gravel crunching beneath its tires. I press my forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching as manicured gardens and ornate fountains scroll past. After twenty minutes of driving through dense forest, this sudden display of wealth and refinement is jarring.The vehicle comes to a stop in front of what can only be described as a mansion. My breath catches in my throat as I take in the imposing structure. Three stories of elegant stone and gleaming windows rise before me, the architecture a perfect blend of modern design and classic grandeur. It makes our pack house back home look like a cottage in comparison.Home. The thought sends a fresh wave of pain through my chest. Somewhere out there, my aunt is being held captive because of me, and here I am, arriving at what looks like something out of a fairytale.I step out of the SUV, my legs stiff from the long ride. Instinctively, my eyes search for Anton, but he's already disappeared.
The Alpha's words echo in my head, each repetition feeling like a physical blow. "They were after you." The phrase bounces around my skull, mixing with the lingering scents of vampire and blood that permeate the pack house.I stumble backward until my back hits the wall, needing something solid to ground me. Everything feels surreal, like I'm trapped in some horrible nightmare. Just twenty-four hours ago, my biggest worry was being late to meet Kevin at that party. Now...Now my aunt is gone. Taken. Because of me.My hands shake as I raise them to sign, but I can barely form coherent gestures. How? Why? What did I do? The questions tumble from my fingers in a desperate rush, even though I know most of the pack members watching can't understand them.Alpha Marcus steps closer, his expression grave. "We don't know all the details yet, Evelina. The vampires were... specific in their attack. They weren't just causing chaos. They were searching. House by house, they were looking for you."
Sunlight filters through the curtains as I wake, my mind a tangled mess of thoughts. One rises above the rest—my mate's cold words from last night. The rejection still stings, leaving a hollow ache in my chest. Why would he say that? What does he truly mean?After showering and dressing in a simple outfit—comfortable jeans and a soft sweater that makes signing easier—I make my way downstairs. The emptiness of my bed last night haunts me. In all the stories I've heard about mates, they complete the mating process within hours of finding each other. Yet here I am, alone and unwanted.The grand staircase leads me to the main hallway where a beautiful brunette stands waiting. Her hair falls in loose waves over her shoulders, and she wears a friendly smile that immediately puts me at ease."Good morning, Luna," she says with a warm expression.My hands move in practiced signs, accompanied by a returned smile. "Hello and I'm not your Luna yet.""But you're our Alpha King's mate.""Yes, I am