Lillian lay awake in her chambers, staring at the slivers of moonlight cutting through the window. Her body ached from training, but it wasn’t just the pain keeping her up. It was everything—the court’s judgment, the trials ahead, and most of all, Aedric. One moment, he was cold and distant, reminding her that she didn’t belong in his world. The next, he sent food to her room, as if he cared. And worse? The thought of him watching her train, silently observing from the shadows, made her skin prickle with something she wasn’t ready to name. A sharp knock pulled her from her thoughts. She hesitated before getting up, every muscle protesting. When she opened the door, she found Astrid standing there, arms crossed. “Get dressed,” the Beta said. “The second trial starts now.” Lillian blinked. “Now? It’s the middle of the night.” Astrid smirked. “And your enemies will attack at dawn, politely waiting until you’re well-rested?” Lillian groaned but grabbed her boots. “What now?
Lillian followed Aedric through the darkened forest, her pulse still racing from the encounter with the feral. Every step she took was a reminder of how close she had come to death. Her shoulder throbbed where the beast had torn into her skin, though the wound had already begun to close—thanks to Aedric’s very unconventional healing method. Her fingers brushed absentmindedly over the spot where his tongue had touched her skin, and heat crawled up her neck at the memory. She scowled, pushing the thought away. He had done it for practical reasons, nothing more. At least, that’s what she told herself. The trees thinned as they reached the clearing where the others had been waiting. Astrid was leaning against a boulder, sharpening a dagger, while Soren and Garrik stood nearby. When they saw Aedric emerge first, their expressions remained neutral. But when Lillian stepped out behind him—alive, bloodied but standing—Soren’s brows lifted ever so slightly. Astrid smirked. “Well, well.
The days that followed the hunt were filled with whispers, Lillian could feel the stares of the Lycans as she walked through the castle halls. Some were amused, others skeptical, but there was an undeniable shift in the way they looked at her now. She had survived the trial, She had faced a feral and lived. And more importantly—Aedric had acknowledged her. That, more than anything, seemed to unsettle them. Still, the court wasn’t convinced. She was human, and in their eyes, that meant she would always be lesser. They were waiting for her to break. She refused to give them the satisfaction. Instead, she threw herself into training with Soren. The Commander pushed her harder than ever—forcing her to move faster, strike without hesitation. Every day, she left the training grounds bruised and exhausted, but she kept coming back. She was getting stronger. But she wasn’t just fighting to prove herself. She was fighting because of what Aedric had said to her that night in the for
Lillian’s fingers lingered over the ancient carving, tracing the crescent moon etched above the figures. Aedric’s words echoed in her mind. "That is what you are becoming." She swallowed hard. “You knew.” Aedric didn’t deny it. “You knew from the start,” she continued, turning to face him. “That I wasn’t just human. That I was… changing.” Aedric held her gaze. “I suspected.” Lillian let out a bitter laugh, stepping away from the tablet. “And you didn’t think to tell me?” “You weren’t ready.” Her eyes snapped to his. “Not ready?” Her voice rose, disbelief lacing every word. “I’ve been thrown into a world that wants to tear me apart. I’ve had to prove myself at every turn, and you thought I wasn’t ready?” Aedric’s expression darkened. “You think I don’t know what they say about you? What they think?” His jaw clenched. “They expect you to break. To fail.” Lillian’s fists tightened. “Then why keep this from me?” Aedric took a slow step closer, the shadows of the cryp
Lillian barely slept that night. Even after she had left the cavern and returned to her chambers, her mind refused to settle. Aedric’s words echoed in her head. "Then you become something this world hasn’t seen in a thousand years. And every kingdom will want to claim you." She pulled the blankets tighter around her shoulders, staring at the ceiling. For weeks, she had fought for a place in this kingdom. Fought to prove she wasn’t just a human, that she could stand among the Lycans without being torn apart. Now, Aedric was telling her she was more than that. That she might be the key to something even bigger. And that terrified her. By the time the first rays of dawn stretched through her window, she had made a decision. She needed answers. And if Aedric wouldn’t give them to her all at once, she would find them herself. -------------------------------------------- The castle was already awake by the time she slipped out of her chambers. The halls were filled with Lyca
Lillian sat in the dimly lit library, her fingers tracing the faded ink on the ancient pages. The words blurred together as her mind raced. "In the time before kings and wars, before the first Lycan took his throne, there were the Chosen. And among them was the one who bore the mark of the moon—the first to awaken." Chosen. The mark of the moon. She swallowed hard, her pulse thrumming in her ears. Aedric watched her from across the room, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He had given her the book, given her the truth, but the weight of it pressed against her like an iron chain. She finally looked up. "What does it mean to be Chosen?" Aedric exhaled, stepping closer. "It means you are more than human. More than Lycan. It means the moon has claimed you for something greater." Lillian shook her head. "That doesn’t tell me what I am." Aedric’s golden eyes flickered in the torchlight. "Because no one knows," he admitted. "The records are incomplete. What happened to th
The cavern felt smaller now, suffocating with the weight of the truth. The water’s glow had dimmed, but Lillian’s body still thrummed with the remnants of whatever had awakened inside her. Aedric stood rigid, his golden eyes locked onto her as if he were seeing her for the first time. "You need to understand something, Lillian," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "This isn’t just about you anymore." She swallowed hard. "It never was, was it?" Aedric exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. "No." Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken fears. Lillian could feel it—the shift in the air, the looming storm just beyond the castle walls. "If I am what you think I am," she said slowly, choosing her words carefully, "then what happens next?" Aedric didn’t answer right away. Instead, he turned his gaze to the cavern’s entrance, his jaw tightening. "The other kingdoms have been watching us," he admitted. "There have been whispers of war, of alliances sh
The tension lingered long after they left the throne room. The halls of the Lycan stronghold were quieter than usual, though Lillian could feel the weight of unseen eyes following their every move. Aedric led her through the corridors in silence, his strides purposeful, his golden eyes dark with thought. She kept pace beside him, her pulse steady, even as she knew—everything had changed. Soren had drawn the first line in the sand. Now, the court was watching to see who would cross it first. When they reached Aedric’s private chambers, he pushed open the heavy doors and stepped aside, letting her enter first. The moment the doors shut behind them, the weight of the night seemed to press down on them both. Lillian turned to him. "They won’t wait long." Aedric exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "No. They won’t." He leaned against the stone wall, his expression unreadable. "You held your ground well, but that was only the first challenge. More will come." Lillia
Dawn broke over the Bloodwood in streaks of gold and crimson, but there was no warmth in the morning air. The Lycans moved swiftly, breaking camp with practiced efficiency. Armor was strapped on, weapons checked, and mounts prepared. Lillian stood beside Aedric at the edge of the clearing, staring into the dense forest ahead. The path to the Eclipsed Lands was treacherous, but the Ruins of the First Moon lay beyond them—and with it, the truth she had been seeking. Aedric turned to Gregor. “Are the warriors ready?” Gregor nodded. “They await your command.” His dark eyes flickered to Lillian. “If we do this, we may not return.” Lillian met his gaze, steady. “Then we don’t fail.” Aedric smirked, pride flashing in his golden eyes. “Mount up. We ride now.” The Lycans obeyed without question. Warhorses and massive direwolves were prepared for the journey ahead. Aedric swung onto his black warhorse, the beast shifting beneath him with eager energy. Lillian moved toward her own
The fire had long since burned down to embers, but Lillian remained awake, staring into the darkness. Sleep eluded her, chased away by the weight of everything she had learned. She was Moonborn. The last of a lost people. And whatever waited in the Ruins of the First Moon would determine not just her fate, but the fate of the Lycans. A shift in the wind sent a chill down her spine. The forest was never truly silent, but this stillness was unnatural. The kind that preceded a predator’s strike. A flicker of movement at the tree line caught her attention. Lillian rose to her feet, every instinct on high alert. “Who’s there?” No answer. The night air pulsed, heavy with unseen energy. Then— A shadow moved. Before she could react, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall. Cloaked in black. Eyes like liquid silver. Not the woman from before. Someone else. Someone wrong. Lillian’s pulse pounded as she took a step back. “Who are you?” The figure tilted its head, s
Silence fell over the clearing as the weight of the woman’s words settled. Lillian felt a strange pull at the mention of the Ruins of the First Moon, though she had never heard the name before. Her body tensed instinctively, as if something buried deep inside her already knew what lay beyond. Aedric’s golden eyes narrowed. “The Ruins are cursed. No Lycan who has entered has ever returned.” The silver-eyed woman met his gaze, unflinching. “Because they were not meant to.” She turned back to Lillian. “But you are.” Lillian’s pulse quickened. “Why?” The woman took a slow step toward her, lowering her voice so only she and Aedric could hear. “Because that is where the truth lies. The final piece of what you have lost.” Lillian’s breath caught. The rest of my memories. Aedric shifted beside her, his stance tense. “And what happens if we go?” The woman’s lips curled in something almost like amusement. “Then the Moonborn will no longer be just a legend.” Her gaze flicked to L
Lillian barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, flashes of silver light, the battle, and the stranger’s cryptic words swirled through her mind. You are not whole. Not yet. What did that even mean? When dawn finally broke, she was already dressed, standing by the window as the first rays of sunlight painted the sky in gold and crimson. The Bloodwood awaited. A sharp knock at her door pulled her from her thoughts. “Enter,” she called. The door creaked open, revealing Aedric. He was already in his battle leathers, dark armor strapped to his broad frame. His golden eyes swept over her, assessing. “You didn’t sleep.” Lillian sighed. “Neither did you.” Aedric smirked faintly, stepping into the room. “No. Too much at stake.” He hesitated before adding, “Are you ready?” She turned from the window to face him. “I have to be.” He studied her for a moment, then nodded. “Gregor has the scouting party prepared. We ride within the hour.” Lillian took a deep b
The council chamber was heavy with tension. Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting long shadows over the gathered Lycans. Aedric strode to the head of the long table, his presence commanding as always, but Lillian could feel the weight of the stares on her. They were not looking at her as their queen anymore. They were looking at something else. Gregor stood with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Beside him, the other high-ranking Lycans—warriors, advisors, and elders—watched in silence. “The enemy is retreating,” Aedric announced, his voice firm. “For now.” “For now?” One of the elders, a gray-haired Lycan named Dorian, narrowed his eyes. “You think they’ll return?” Aedric nodded. “Of course they will. They didn’t come to simply test our defenses. They came for her.” All eyes turned to Lillian. She refused to shrink beneath their gazes. “They called me Moonborn,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “And they knew I had power
The Shadowborn general loomed before Lillian, its jagged form pulsing with unnatural darkness. The battlefield around them faded into a distant blur—just the clang of steel, the growls of Lycans, and the monstrous screeches of the enemy filling the air. But Lillian’s focus was locked on the creature that had called her Moonborn. She tightened her grip on her dagger, but deep inside, she knew steel alone wouldn’t be enough. Something inside her had awakened, something old and dangerous. The way the Shadowborn watched her, the way they hesitated—it wasn’t just fear. It was recognition. Aedric shifted beside her, his golden eyes never leaving the general. “This isn’t just another foot soldier,” he murmured. “It’s something else.” The Shadowborn let out a low, rattling laugh. “You are only beginning to understand, Lycan King.” Then it moved. Faster than thought, faster than Lillian had seen anything move before. A blur of darkness lunged at her, claws streaking toward her thro
Lillian stood in the chamber long after Gregor had left, her pulse still steady but her thoughts anything but. The silver glow in her eyes hadn’t faded, and neither had the sensation that something inside her had finally awakened. Aedric reached for her hand, his warmth grounding her. "You don’t have to fear this." She let out a short laugh, shaking her head. "I’m not afraid." That much was true. Fear had been her constant companion for too long. What she felt now was something else entirely—certainty. Aedric studied her for a moment before nodding. "Then it’s time you embrace it." Lillian squared her shoulders. "And how do I do that?" "By stepping into the role you were meant for." Before she could respond, the torches along the chamber walls flickered violently, their flames stretching unnaturally before dimming to a low, eerie glow. A deep, guttural howl echoed from beyond the castle walls, followed by another. And then another. Aedric’s expression darkened. "Someth
The next few days passed in a blur of training and courtly maneuvering. Lillian barely had a moment to breathe between Aedric’s lessons, the endless meetings with nobles who doubted her, and the whispers that followed her wherever she went, She knew what they were saying. She isn’t one of us. She shouldn’t be here. She’s dangerous. And maybe they were right. She could still feel the phantom sensation of moving faster than she should, of her instincts reacting before she could think. She had tapped into something deep inside herself—something that felt neither fully human nor fully Lycan. Something more. And it scared them. Good. But fear alone wouldn’t keep her alive. That was why she found herself back in the training yard at dawn, dagger in hand, muscles aching from the previous night’s session. Aedric had been relentless, forcing her to push past her limits, to learn how to control what was awakening inside her. And today would be no different. Aedric stood at
The tension in the castle was suffocating. Lillian felt it in every whispered conversation, in the way the noblewomen clutched their pearls when she passed, in the barely concealed glares from lords who once thought her insignificant. Before, she had been nothing more than Aedric’s human bride. A pawn. A tool to secure alliances. But now? Now they saw something else. Something dangerous. Word had spread quickly of their return, and though no one dared to speak it outright, she knew the rumors were already swirling—of the ambush, of her powers, of what she might become. Let them whisper. She had no interest in proving herself to those who had already judged her. Still, she couldn’t ignore the weight of their scrutiny, nor the way it made her feel like a beast trapped in a cage. Aedric had spent the entire evening in council meetings, leaving her in the care of the royal attendants, who, despite their practiced smiles, treated her with careful distance. Even now, as she