Zara’s POV Seris requested we do the ritual ina a room so I took her to an empty room in the pack house. The room was dark, lit only by the dim glow of a single candle Seris had lit in the corner. Her voice was soft but persuasive as she leaned closer to me, her eyes shimmering with something I couldn’t quite place. “You have to trust me, Zara,” she whispered. “The answers you seek are locked away in your memory. If you let me, I can help you recover them. You deserve to know who you truly are and why your power is so important.” Her words were tempting, the promise of finally understanding the emptiness in my mind pulling at me like a magnet. For so long, I had lived in the shadow of questions I didn’t have answers to—questions about my family, my power, and the life I’d been forced to live. Seris reached out, her fingers hovering near my forehead. “It’s just one spell, Zara. One little incantation, and it will all come back to you.” I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me
Zara's pov The clearing at the edge of the forest was eerily silent, save for the faint rustle of leaves and the distant cry of the wind. Seris moved with precision, drawing symbols into the dirt with a blade that glinted faintly in the moonlight. The symbols pulsed with energy, their glow rippling like water as she completed the intricate circle. I stood in the center, my heart pounding. The weight of the decision I’d made pressed heavily on me, but there was no turning back now. If the silver-eyed man was right, if there was something buried deep in my mind, I needed to know. Seris straightened, brushing dirt from her hands as she turned to me. “Once we begin, there’s no stopping,” she said, her tone serious. “The magic will force your memories to surface, but it won’t be gentle. You’ll have to face them—no matter how painful they are.” I nodded, my fists clenched at my sides. “I’m ready.” She gave me a long, searching look, then raised her hands, her voice low and melodi
Zara’s POV The room was dark, lit only by the dim glow of a single candle Seris had lit in the corner. Her voice was soft but persuasive as she leaned closer to me, her eyes shimmering with something I couldn’t quite place. “You have to trust me, Zara,” she whispered. “The answers you seek are locked away in your memory. If you let me, I can help you recover them. You deserve to know waho you truly are and why your power is so important.” Her words were tempting, the promise of finally understanding the emptiness in my mind pulling at me like a magnet. For so long, I had lived in the shadow of questions I didn’t have answers to—questions about my family, my power, and the life I’d been forced to live. Seris reached out, her fingers hovering near my forehead. “It’s just one spell, Zara. One little incantation, and it will all come back to you.” I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to pull back, but I couldn’t deny the desperation I felt. I wanted to know. I needed to know.
Zara's POV I stared at the faint crescent moon mark on my wrist, its delicate curves glowing softly in the dim light. I’d never noticed it before, but now it seemed like it had always been there, quietly hiding beneath the surface of my skin. It felt strange, almost alive, like it carried a weight I didn’t understand. “Ryker,” I said, my voice shaky, “what does this mark mean?” He froze, his eyes locking onto the mark like it was a ticking bomb. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he looked like he was trying to decide how much to tell me. “It’s… complicated,” he said finally, his tone hesitant. I stepped closer, holding out my wrist. “Don’t ‘complicated’ me, Ryker. You’ve kept enough secrets from me already. What does it mean?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The mark—it’s tied to your bloodline. It’s a symbol of the prophecy, Zara.” My heart skipped a beat. “The prophecy? The one about the ‘child of the crescent moon’? The one who’s supposed to restore balance an
Zara’s POV The note weighed heavily in my hand, its simple words echoing in my mind: “Stop searching, or you’ll regret it.” Whoever sent it wasn’t bluffing. The message wasn’t just a warning—it was a threat, and I couldn’t ignore it. Ryker had been pacing the room since the letter arrived, his movements sharp and deliberate. “We have to assume they know what you’re looking for,” he said, breaking the silence. “They?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. “Who do you think sent it? The Keepers?” “Most likely,” he replied, stopping to face me. His jaw clenched. “But there’s a chance it’s someone we haven’t accounted for yet. A third party.” “Third party?” The idea sent a chill through me. “You mean someone who isn’t with the Keepers or us?” He nodded, his eyes narrowing. “There are other factions out there—smaller, more secretive groups who want the prophecy for themselves. If one of them found out about your brother…” The thought was too much to bear. I stood abruptly, my hands
Zara’s POV The sound of footsteps grew louder, crunching against the fallen leaves outside the cabin. My heart raced, and every instinct screamed for me to run, but I planted my feet firmly on the ground. Not this time. James tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, his eyes scanning the single window. “There are at least six of them,” he said in a low voice. “They won’t stop until they have you, Zara.” Ryker moved beside him, unsheathing his dagger. “Let them come. They’re not leaving alive.” I swallowed hard, glancing at Seris. She stood near the door, her expression unreadable. “Do you have any of your tricks up your sleeve, or are you just here to watch?” I asked her. She smirked, pulling a small vial of shimmering liquid from her cloak. “Relax, darling. I’m not completely useless.” Before I could ask what the vial did, the door burst open. Three men stormed in, their faces twisted with grim determination. They were armed with swords and daggers, their movement
Zara’s POV The weight of the letter sat heavily in my pocket as we moved through the dense forest, each step crunching against the fallen leaves. The night air was thick with tension, and though none of us said it aloud, we all felt the same thing. We were being followed. James walked ahead, his steps sure and silent, as if he knew this land better than anyone. Ryker stayed close beside me, his hand never straying far from his dagger. Seris, on the other hand, moved like she had no care in the world, humming under her breath as if we weren’t running for our lives. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the note—Trust no one—wasn’t just a warning. It was a test. And I wasn’t sure any of us would pass. We reached the ruins of an old stone outpost deep within the forest, hidden by thick vines and moss-covered walls. It looked like no one had been here in centuries, but James insisted it was safe. “Stay inside,” he ordered. “I need to check the perimeter.” “I’ll go with you,” Ryker sa
Zara’s POV The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. My mind raced as I stared at the woman standing at the edge of the pit. Elena. James’s supposed sister. I could feel the tension rolling off James in waves. His fists clenched at his sides, his entire body rigid as if he were trying to hold himself together. “You’re lying,” he finally said, his voice cold and detached. “I don’t have any other sister besides the twins.” Elena arched a brow, unimpressed. “Believe what you want, brother, but denying the truth doesn’t change it.” James took a step forward, his jaw tightening. “If you’re my sister, where have you been all these years?” She smirked. “Now that’s the right question.” Before James could press her further, Ryker cut in. “As fascinating as this family reunion is, maybe get us the hell out of here first?” Elena let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. But don’t say I never did anything for you.” She turned and disappeared from view. A moment later, a rope la
Zara’s POV The road back to Atlas’s pack felt surreal. For six months, I had lived in a distant pack, training and healing, away from the chaos of my past. No threats, no whispers of Mia, no enemies lurking in the shadows. But I had been restless. Something inside me ached, not with fear, but with longing. I wanted to belong. And I knew where I belonged. The closer I got to Atlas’s territory, the more my wolf stirred inside me. She had been restless, urging me to return to the man who had once claimed me. Atlas had given me the freedom to leave, never demanding my return, but I knew he had never given up on me. I stood at the border, inhaling the familiar scent of pine, fresh rain, and something uniquely Atlas. A warmth spread through my chest. Then, a deep, commanding voice rang through the trees. “Zara.” I turned to see him. Atlas. He stood there, powerful and unwavering, his golden eyes locked onto mine. My heart skipped. He was the same man I had left behind—broad shoul
Zara’s POV The whisper echoed like a breath across my skin, soft and cold, raising goosebumps along my arms. My eyes snapped open, the velvet shadows of the room pressing in close, and yet… nothing moved. Atlas slept beside me, steady and unaware, his arm draped protectively across my waist. My breath caught. I sat up slowly, careful not to disturb him, and stared into the moonlit darkness that filtered through the windows. No footsteps. No movement. No sign of life beyond these walls. But I had *heard* it. A voice. Not imagined. Not dreamt. Real. Find me. My hands trembled slightly as I swung my legs off the bed, quietly tiptoeing toward the balcony. The breeze outside kissed my skin, stirring my nightgown as I gripped the stone railing. The forest beyond looked as peaceful as ever. And yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something—*someone*—was calling to me. Not a threat. Not Mia. Not Selene. This felt… older. Familiar in a strange, bone-deep way. “Zara?”
Zara’s POV The road back to Atlas’s pack felt surreal. For six months, I had lived in a distant pack, training and healing, away from the chaos of my past. No threats, no whispers of Mia, no enemies lurking in the shadows. But I had been restless. Something inside me ached, not with fear, but with longing. I wanted to belong. And I knew where I belonged. The closer I got to Atlas’s territory, the more my wolf stirred inside me. She had been restless, urging me to return to the man who had once claimed me. Atlas had given me the freedom to leave, never demanding my return, but I knew he had never given up on me. I stood at the border, inhaling the familiar scent of pine, fresh rain, and something uniquely Atlas. A warmth spread through my chest. Then, a deep, commanding voice rang through the trees. “Zara.” I turned to see him. Atlas. He stood there, powerful and unwavering, his golden eyes locked onto mine. My heart skipped. He was the same man I had left behind—broad shoul
Zara’s POV The air was crisp as I stood at the edge of the territory, my heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and nervous excitement. It had been six months. Six months of silence. Six months of peace. No threats, no whispers of Mia, no shadows lurking in the corners of my mind. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I was free. And I was ready to go home. Atlas stood before me, his golden eyes burning with unspoken emotion. He hadn’t changed—still as strong, still as breathtakingly commanding as the day we met. But there was something softer about him now. Something that told me he had waited for this moment, hoping, yet never forcing me into a decision I wasn’t ready to make. But I was ready now. “I never thought I’d see the day,” Atlas murmured, his voice deep and rich. “Zara, you’re back.” I stepped closer, inhaling his familiar scent—pine, rain, and something uniquely his. “I never should have left in the first place.” His jaw tensed, his hands
Zara’s pov I didn't sleep that night. Mia’s face haunted me—her rage, her twisted conviction, the chilling emptiness that had replaced the sister I once knew. Her words echoed in my mind, each syllable a thorn I couldn’t dislodge. By morning, I felt hollow, a shell of nerves and guilt. The sun broke through the window of my cabin, washing everything in harsh, indifferent light. The pack was already stirring outside, but their presence felt distant. I didn't know what to do. Arcturus’s warning weighed heavy on my chest. Mia’s threat was real, and if I didn't stop her, Black Ridge—everyone I cared about—could be dragged into the chaos she was willing to unleash. And yet, the thought of raising a hand against her, of becoming her executioner, twisted my stomach into knots. I forced myself to the training grounds, hoping that physical exhaustion might drown out the conflict in my head. Wolves of all ages gathered in clusters, sparring and practicing, their laughter and banter cut
Zara’s POV The moment Arcturus vanished, a strange silence filled the room. The weight of his words lingered in the air, pressing down on me like an unseen force. "When the time comes… you must be the one to end her." Mia. My own sister. My greatest enemy. I exhaled sharply, trying to steady my breathing. Ryker was watching me, his golden eyes unreadable. “Are you okay?” he finally asked. I wanted to say yes. I wanted to pretend that the knowledge of my fate didn’t shake me to my core. But I was shaken. Because deep down, I knew the truth. Mia wasn’t just going to fall. She was going to take everything with her if I didn’t stop her first. The eerie silence didn’t last long. Because a second later, a deafening boom shattered the air. The walls trembled. The glass windows cracked. Ryker and I exchanged a sharp look before sprinting toward the door. Outside, chaos had erupted. The night sky was painted red with flames. Smoke billowed from the western side of the pac
Zara’s POV The banner with Mia’s threat still hung at the entrance of the Crescent Moon Pack’s territory, a constant reminder that she wasn’t done. She wanted my son. She was willing to burn everything down to get him. But she would fail. Because I wouldn’t let her win. And she had underestimated one thing—my son wasn’t just any child. He was being protected by forces she could never understand. The moon was high in the sky when I finally allowed myself to rest. The pack had doubled their patrols, warriors were stationed at every corner, and Ryker had personally ensured the borders were sealed. Still, sleep didn’t come easily. I turned in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to Ryker’s steady breathing beside me. The weight of the pack, the war that was coming, the fear of what Mia might do next—it all pressed down on me. I exhaled, closing my eyes, trying to force myself into sleep. Then, suddenly— A shift in the air. The temperature in the room dropped. And I felt
Zara’s POV The pack meeting was over, but the air still crackled with tension. I had done what needed to be done. I had told them the truth about my son, shut down their doubts, and made it clear that no one would question me again. But despite my victory, I couldn’t shake the unease settling in my bones. This wasn’t over, Not by a long shot. I barely made it halfway back to my house before I heard footsteps behind me. I sighed. “What do you want, Ryker?” He fell into step beside me, hands in his pockets, green eyes sharp. “You didn’t hesitate, did you?” I glanced at him. “Why would I?” He scoffed. “Most people would have softened the blow. Given the time to process.” “I’m not most people, Ryker,” I said simply. His lips quirked up slightly. “No, you’re not.” We walked in silence for a few moments before he spoke again. “I meant what I said back there, Zara. I won’t push you to tell me where he is.” I studied him carefully, searching for any deception. But all I saw was…
Zara’s POV For too long, I had lived in the shadows of my past—haunted by memories I couldn’t grasp, by an emptiness I couldn’t explain. But now, I remembered. I knew the truth about his whereabouts. I had a son. And no one—not Mia, not the pack, not even Ryker—could change that. My son was safe, hidden away where no one could reach him. And now, it was time to let the pack know the truth. Without fear. Without regret. “Call for a pack meeting,” I said firmly. Ryker’s head snapped up from where he sat at his desk. His eyes flickered with something between surprise and suspicion. “Why?” I crossed my arms. “I have something to say.” He leaned forward, studying me carefully. “Zara, if this is about—” “It’s not up for discussion, Ryker.” My voice was steady and controlled. “Call the meeting.” There was a long pause. Then, slowly, he nodded. “Fine,” he said. “We’ll meet in the clearing at sundown.” I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me. “You’re different,” he murmur