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Zara’s POV Adrian’s pack was nothing like what I’d expected—it was warm and welcoming, a sharp contrast to the fractured, tension-filled environment I’d left behind. Still, no matter how kind everyone was, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was an outsider trying to fit into a puzzle where I didn’t quite belong. But I was determined to try. “Zara, over here!” one of the younger wolves called as I helped unload supplies from a truck near the packhouse. I turned, smiling at Lily, a teenager who had quickly latched onto me like a younger sister. She waved enthusiastically, her energy contagious, and I found myself smiling despite the knot of unease that still lingered in my chest. “I’m coming,” I called back, setting the last of the boxes down. Life in Adrian’s pack had been an adjustment, but I’d slowly started finding my footing. I joined in on community efforts, helped with organizing pack events, and even sparred with some of the warriors during training. Adrian encourage
Zara’s POV The days that followed were a whirlwind of tension and unease. Selena’s veiled hostility grew sharper, her actions more calculated. She wasn’t just trying to unsettle me anymore—she was testing boundaries, pushing limits. And I couldn’t help but feel that her efforts weren’t just about me; they were about Adrian too. I tried to focus on my place in the pack, pouring myself into helping wherever I could. Adrian had trusted me to make a life here, and I wasn’t going to let someone like Selena push me out. But my resolve only seemed to fuel her fire. Late one evening, after a long day helping the healers, I stepped into the packhouse’s common room, only to find a group of wolves gathered in hushed conversation. They glanced at me as I entered, their voices falling silent. “What’s going on?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light. Lily, sitting on the edge of the couch, looked up with wide eyes. “It’s the southern patrol,” she whispered. “They were ambushed near the bo
Zara’s POVThe pack was restless. Selena’s departure wasn’t just a betrayal—it was a warning. Adrian’s pack was on edge, every wolf hyper-vigilant, every patrol doubled. And yet, despite the chaos, I couldn’t shake the unease gnawing at my gut.I wanted to believe that Selena had gone rogue, that she was acting alone out of anger or jealousy. But something about the ambush and her cryptic note didn’t sit right. She wasn’t just angry—she was calculated. Whatever game she was playing, it wasn’t over.One evening, as I was helping the healers, Lily approached me with a nervous expression.“Zara,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder. “I heard something. I don’t know if it’s important, but…”“What is it?” I asked, setting down the crate I was carrying.She hesitated before leaning closer. “Some of the scouts spotted Selena near the eastern border last night.”My stomach twisted. “Near the border? Why would she come back?”“I don’t know,” Lily said, her voice trembling. “But they sai
Zara’s POV I sat on the edge of the bed, my hand instinctively resting on my stomach. The small life growing inside me should have been a source of comfort, but instead, it felt like an anchor tying me to an uncertain future. When Adrian offered me a place in his pack, I’d been so desperate for stability, for safety, that I hadn’t thought twice. I thought leaving my old pack behind, leaving Ryker behind, would mean leaving all the pain too. But life here wasn’t the escape I’d imagined. Selena’s betrayal had plunged the pack into chaos, and no matter how much Adrian reassured me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was partly to blame. Her jealousy, her anger—it all seemed to revolve around me. And then there was the pregnancy. I hadn’t told Adrian yet how I feel. How could I, when I wasn’t even sure I wanted to stay? One evening, as I walked through the woods surrounding the pack, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned quickly, my heart pounding, only to find Lily. “You scared me
Zara’s POV For the first time in weeks, the pack felt calm. The air was no longer thick with tension, and laughter occasionally drifted through the packhouse. Patrols had been steady, with no reports of intrusions or sightings of Selena or her allies. It was as if the storm had finally passed, and we were basking in the first rays of sunlight. I found myself settling into the rhythm of pack life. Adrian had been patient with me, ensuring I felt comfortable while also encouraging me to take part in pack duties. I’d started helping Lily in the infirmary, organizing herbs and learning basic first aid. It felt good to have a purpose, to contribute to something bigger than myself. “You’re getting the hang of this,” Lily said with a smile one afternoon as we sorted through vials of tinctures. “I guess I’m a quick learner,” I replied, smiling back. She laughed. “You’ll be running this place in no time.” I felt a flicker of pride at her words. Maybe I did belong here after all.
Zara’s POV As the days passed, the sharp pain in my stomach became a dull ache, but the emotional weight of the attack lingered. I hadn’t just been fighting for my life—I’d been fighting for my child’s life, too. I rested a hand on my stomach, a soft wave of relief washing over me. The healer, after countless tests and reassurances, had confirmed the baby was unharmed. “Your pup is strong,” Lily had said with a small smile, but her words were bittersweet. Strong or not, my child’s safety now felt like a fragile thread, easily severed. Adrian stayed close, watching over me like a hawk. His constant presence was a comfort, but it didn’t erase the fear that gnawed at me. Someone in the pack wanted me gone—and they didn’t care that I was carrying an innocent life. One evening, as the fire crackled softly in the hearth of Adrian’s study, I found myself sitting across from him, cradling a warm mug of tea. The flickering light highlighted the worry etched into his features. “I’m gratefu
Zara's pov The moonlight spilled into the library, highlighting the dust motes floating in the air. I sat at a heavy oak table, surrounded by stacks of old books and scrolls Adrian had gathered for me. He thought immersing myself in the pack’s history might help me settle in, but the quiet only amplified the unease simmering in my chest. I flipped through a thick, leather-bound book with intricate silver filigree on its cover. The delicate craftsmanship caught my eye, but the words inside gripped my soul. "Born of strength and forged in pain, born of a gifted twin the heir of the moon shall unite the divided or cast the world into shadows. The bearer of the heir’s light must walk a path of trials, their choices shaping the fate of all packs." My breath hitched. The words echoed in my mind, filling me with a mix of awe and dread. Slowly, my hand moved to my stomach, where my baby grew stronger every day. Was this about my child? Could they truly be the heir the prophecy spoke of?
Zara's pov Despite Adrian’s reassurances, I couldn’t shake the feeling that danger was closing in. Every glance in my direction, every hushed whisper, felt like a dagger aimed at my back. Adrian insisted I attend the pack council meeting with him that day. It was a rare invitation, considering I wasn’t officially part of the leadership. As we walked into the grand hall, the weight of countless stares bore down on me. Some gazes were curious, others cold and unwelcoming. “Stay close,” Adrian murmured, his hand brushing mine. The meeting began with routine discussions about territory disputes and alliance updates, but the atmosphere changed the moment Elizabeth, one of the senior pack elders, spoke. She was a sharp-eyed, formidable she-wolf whose voice always carried an air of authority. “I’ve been hearing troubling whispers,” Elizabeth began, her tone measured but cutting. “Whispers about Zara’s child being the one mentioned in the Prophecy of the Moon’s Heir.” A heavy sile
Zara's pov It had been a month since I arrived at Black Ridge Pack, and for the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe. The isolation of the mountains brought a calm I hadn’t known I needed. There were no whispers of my bloodline, no hovering Alphas watching my every move, and no enemies breathing down my neck.I was no longer the frightened woman scrambling to survive. Here, I was just Zara, a wolf determined to forge her own path.Kael’s training sessions were brutal, but I welcomed the pain. It was a reminder that I was getting stronger, that I was no longer defined by my past. The wolves in this pack didn’t care who I had been or what enemies hunted me. They only cared that I pulled my weight, that I worked as hard as everyone else.But even in this haven, secrets had a way of surfacing, and Black Ridge held one that would change everything.The morning sun hit the mountaintops as I stepped into the training grounds, the cool mountain air filling my lungs. Kael was alre
Zara's pov The pack was quiet, far quieter than I had expected. Nestled deep in the northern mountains, it was isolated from the chaos of the outside world. After everything that had happened—the attacks, the betrayals, and the overwhelming presence of Ryker and Adrian—I had made the decision to leave. To truly be free of everyone and everything that had defined my life up until now. I wasn’t running anymore but I want to be free. This faraway pack, the Black Ridge Wolves, had no ties to my past, no knowledge of what I had endured. They didn’t care that I was the “chosen one” or that I was hunted by enemies I couldn’t fully understand. They only cared that I was willing to work. All tanx to Alpha Adrian who introduced me to the alpha of the pack, he took me in without questioning me. That was all I wanted. To work. To train. To become stronger than I had ever been. The training grounds here were nothing like what I was used to. There were no neat rows of equipment or carefull
Mia's pov I stood by the glass window, a drink in hand, staring out into the vast, quiet forest that surrounded my side of the packhouse. It should have brought me peace, but tonight, like every other night, my thoughts were consumed by her. Zara. My twin sister. My other half. My eternal rival. I took a sip of the wine, the bitterness of it reminding me of the storm brewing in my chest. Zara. The name alone sent a wave of anger coursing through me. I should have been the one with the attention, the admiration, the power. Instead, it was always her—stealing the spotlight, stealing everything. Even now, after everything, she still managed to pull them in. Ryker and Adrian. Two of the strongest Alphas I had ever seen, drawn to her like moths to a flame. It was infuriating. I remembered the day I found out Zara was the chosen one. We were children then, playing in the meadow behind our home. The priestess had come to visit, an old woman with a strange, knowing look in her eyes. She
Zara's pov The forest felt suffocating as we left the witch’s lair. The tension between the three of us was unbearable, and the silence stretched so taut I thought it would snap any second. I couldn’t think about what had just happened. I could still feel the remnants of the witch’s magic, like cobwebs clinging to my skin, and it made my stomach churn. I walked ahead, my footsteps quick and deliberate, trying to create some distance between myself and the two Alphas trailing behind me. Ryker and Adrian, the two pillars of strength in my life, had become two storms circling each other, each waiting to strike. “Zara, wait,” Ryker called, his voice low but insistent. “I don’t want to talk,” I snapped without turning around. “That’s too bad,” Ryker shot back, his tone sharp now, his footsteps quickening to catch up with me. “You can’t just walk away from this.” I whirled on him, my chest heaving with frustration. “From what, Ryker? From you? From Adrian? From the fact that my life
Zara's pov The next few weeks passed in a blur of training and determination. I threw myself into every challenge Ryker and Adrian presented to me. But despite my progress, the threats weren’t going away. Ryker and Adrian made sure I knew that. My enemies weren’t just watching—they were waiting. The more I grow in strength, the constant threat looming over me. One night, after a particularly gruelling sparring session, Ryker found me sitting outside the training grounds, my back against a tree. My hair clung to my sweaty face, and my arms ached from hours of wielding a staff. “You’re pushing yourself too hard,” he said, handing me a bottle of water. “I don’t have the luxury of taking it easy,” I replied, taking a sip. The cool water was a welcome relief, but my voice was firm. “You said it yourself—these enemies aren’t just going to stop. I need to be ready.” Ryker crouched down in front of me, his piercing blue eyes studying my face. “You’re stronger than I’ve ever seen
Zara'pov The realization hit me like a thunderstorm in the middle of the night. I wasn’t safe. My son wasn’t safe. And no matter where I went or who I leaned on, the danger would follow. I sat in the quiet of my office, staring at the empty club floor below. The echoes of past battles and whispered threats filled the air. Ryker and Adrian had always been there to protect me, but how much longer could I rely on them? How many more times would they put their lives on the line for me while I stood helplessly by? The thought churned my stomach. “Enough,” I whispered, gripping the edge of the desk. Nora stirred in my mind, her voice steady and firm. "Finally. I’ve been waiting for this, Zara." “For what?” "For you to stop running and start fighting. You’re stronger than you think, and it’s time you proved it—to yourself and to everyone else." Her words ignited something in me. The fear that had shackled me for so long began to morph into something else: anger. And beneath
Zara'pov The aftermath of the battle left the club in ruins. Broken glass and overturned tables littered the floor, the faint scent of smoke and ozone clinging to the air. Ryker’s wounds were deep but manageable, though his expression was grim as I helped him to a chair in the back office.“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked, pressing a damp cloth to his temple where a gash had left a streak of blood.“I’m fine,” he muttered, wincing slightly. “But we need to talk.”“No kidding,” I snapped, pacing the small space. My emotions were a whirlwind—fear, confusion, anger, and something else I couldn’t quite name. “That man—whatever he is—said I don’t even know who I am. And now you’re saying I’m some kind of chosen one? What does that even mean, Ryker?”He looked at me, his blue eyes filled with a mix of frustration and concern. “It means you’re more important than you realize, Zara. Your bloodline has always been special, but you… you’re the culmination of it. The Moon Goddess marked you
Zara'pov The next night, the club was packed again, a sea of bodies moving to the rhythm of the music. I kept myself busy at the bar, pouring drinks and exchanging polite smiles with customers, but my mind was elsewhere. Ryker had been conspicuously absent for two nights, and though I hated admitting it, the emptiness he left behind was palpable. I was wiping down the counter when a strange scent hit me—earthy, ancient, and faintly metallic. It wasn’t wolf, human, or vampire. It was… different. Nora bristled instantly. "Something’s wrong," she growled. I turned slowly, scanning the room. Everything seemed normal, but I trusted Nora’s instincts. She was rarely wrong. As I moved to check on the VIP section, the lights flickered. Just once. Enough to send a ripple of unease through the crowd. Then I saw him. A man stood near the edge of the dance floor, dressed in a sleek black suit. His features were sharp, his pale skin almost glowing under the club lights. But it was his eyes
Zara'pov The next week passed without incident. I had convinced myself that Ryker’s visit was a one-time occurrence, a fleeting moment of curiosity that wouldn’t repeat. But I should have known better. Ryker wasn’t the type to make casual appearances, nor was he the type to leave anything unfinished. The first time he returned, it was subtle. I noticed him sitting at the far end of the bar, nursing a drink, his gaze sweeping the club but always landing back on me. I ignored him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. The second time, it was more obvious. He was in the VIP section, laughing and talking with a group of his warriors. Every now and then, I’d feel his eyes on me, like a weight I couldn’t shake. By the third time, his presence had become impossible to ignore. It was a busy Friday night; the club was packed with humans, werewolves, and other supernaturals. The air buzzed with energy, the music a constant thrum that seemed to sync with my pulse. I was behi