I was startled awake by a loud, persistent hammering on the door. As the mist of sleep cleared and was replaced by fear, my heart pounded. Maia's eyes fluttered open as she stirred in the corner, her gentle snores breaking. This time the pounding was louder.
"Open up, Anna!" A deep voice let out a bark.
With my bare feet touching the cold floor, I clambered off the thin mattress. Maia gave me a worried look but remained silent. Two guards with stony faces loomed as I pulled the door open. “It’s time,” one said gruffly. My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. “Time for what?” Even though I knew the answer, I muttered. The other guard answered, "The Alpha has given you one last chance with the traitor." "Leo," I uttered, my voice wavering. They moved aside and gestured for me to come along. Maia took hold of my wrist. Despite the fear in her eyes, she said firmly, "I'll follow you." The guards looked at her doubtfully but remained silent. The cold morning air pricked my skin as we went outside. Dawn was just beginning to peek over the horizon, but the sky was still completely dark. The world was holding its breath for what was about to happen, and the village was quiet. Every crunch of gravel underfoot echoed in my ears as I walked the eerily silent path to the dungeons. I looked at the tall people on either side of me, their faces unreadable. Maia grounded me by maintaining a firm hold on my hand. The heavy iron door creaked open as we got there. The dungeon's musty, damp stench hit me like a wall, but I forced myself to move forward. Maia and the guards were left outside as the dungeon door slammed behind me. My feet dragged on the cold, uneven stone as I staggered forward. Slumping in the far corner, Leo's wrists were shackled in chains that glowed dimly in the low light. His face was calm but pale as he looked up at the sound of my footsteps. He said, "Anna," in a quiet voice that was both relieved and sad. "Leo," I muttered as I dropped to my knees next to him. My hands trembled as I took them in my own, reaching for his. The silver's coldness pricked my hands, but I didn't mind. I choked out, tears streaming down my face, "I'm so sorry." A sad smile curved his lips. "There's nothing to feel sorry for." I shook my head and said, "I'm to blame for this." "Stop," he interrupted in a firm tone. Despite the weight of what was ahead, his eyes remained steady as they met mine. "Anna, you are my daughter. Perhaps not by blood, but in all the important ways. Taking you in was the best decision I ever made.” I tightened my hold on his hands as a sob ripped from my throat. "Leo, they're going to murder you. And there is nothing I can do about it." His forehead rested against mine as he leaned forward. He said in a whisper, "Listen to me. Anna, you must make it through this. You have a destiny, a purpose. You underestimate who you are." “What are you talking about?” I asked, my grief mingled with confusion. His voice was full of emotion as he remarked, "I knew you were special when I found you. You’re the last bloodline of a powerful lineage. You have something extraordinary inside of you. And the world will need you one day. "Leo..." I looked into his eyes, trying to find answers, and my voice broke. "All I am is an omega. I am nothing." "You are everything," he declared in a determined tone. "You underestimate your strength. Don't allow anyone to persuade you otherwise, not even yourself." My vision was blurred by tears, and I shook my head. "Without you, I don't know how to be strong." He brushed a tear from my cheek with his thumb and said, "You'll find a way. Anna, make me a promise. Make me a promise that you will defend yourself. For the sake of justice." I muttered, "I swear," even though it felt like a betrayal. The moment was cut short by a guard's piercing voice. "Time is up." The guards intervened and dragged me back as Leo's hands left mine. His voice reverberated in my head as I was pulled toward the door, my heart breaking. "Have courage, Anna. You were born to survive this.”. With a firm but gentle grip, the guards dragged me away. As I stumbled, Maia grabbed me and put her arms around me. As we were led to the clearing where the gallows had been set up, the sun began to rise. A group of people had assembled, and I could hear their muffled roar. Maia and I were shoved forward, and my legs felt like lead. After Leo's chains were taken off, rough rope was used to bind his hands behind his back as they were led to the platform. Despite his haggard appearance, he stood tall and looked around the crowd before focusing on me. He mouthed, "I love you," and my heart broke. Oliver moved forward with a commanding presence. "Let everyone learn from this!" he exclaimed. "This pack will not tolerate traitors!" As the noose was placed around Leo's neck, the audience went quiet. My knees were on the verge of giving out as I breathed in sharp gasps. Maia's face went white as her arm grew tighter around me. Even as the executioner moved forward, Leo's eyes remained fixed. Every second seemed to drag into eternity as time seemed to slow down. The lever was then pulled. As Leo's body fell, I let out a choked scream, and the sound of the rope snapping reverberated throughout the clearing. The world whirled, and I was briefly out of breath. As my body ached from sobs, Maia held me while she quietly shed her own tears. Leo’s body hung motionless, his final act of defiance etched into his face. Something broke inside of me at that very moment. Hot and consuming, my grief transformed into rage. My nails dug into my palms as I clenched my fists. I muttered, trembling but determined, "I'll make them pay. I’ll make them all pay.”"Get up. You need to move."Maia's voice was gentle, but she held my shoulders tightly. I remained motionless. My mind was a dense fog, and my legs felt like lead. Every time I closed my eyelids, the picture of Leo's dead body dangling from the gallows blazed behind them. Sharp and oppressive, the weight of it pressed against my chest."Anna, we can't stay here," Maia uttered in a tremulous whisper. "They’re watching."I looked up and blinked. Murmurs and whispered conversations filled the air as the crowd dispersed. Oliver appeared, his arrogant face piercing the mist of my sorrow like a blade. As if the execution of an innocent man were just another ordinary occurrence, his Luna stood next to him, her face expressionless.With her voice falling to a plea, Maia pulled at my arm once more. "We need to go now."As I stood up, my legs swayed. Maia supported me by putting an arm around my waist. The world around me
"Who's there?" My voice cracked, but I couldn't keep the words from coming out.The forest was of me, a black abyss that appeared alive. A soft but chilling whisper slithered through the silence, the same one I'd heard before."Anna…"The sound caused my heart to stutter. My chest rose and fell in uneven bursts as I clutched the doorframe for stability. The whisper had come from the woods, far away but impossibly close, and now the glow, the faint, unearthly light, danced like a will-o'-the-wisp, drawing me into the darkness.I should have stayed indoors. I should have barred the door and ignored it, but my legs failed me. I took one step after another until the cold grass crunched beneath my bare feet."Anna…" The voice called again, softer this time, like a lover's murmur.I paused, looking back at the house. Its warm glow was dim, and the thought of Maia sleeping inside made me uneasy. Should I wake her? Should I drag her into the craziness?The light glowed again, catching my atte
Since the hanging, the pack's tension had increased. I barely noticed the murmured conversations as I passed. Leo's trial, Anna's accusing stare, and the constant reminder that I might have made a mistake, an unforgivable one were all replayed in my head nonstop. I stood on the ridge close to the edge of the the forest, looking at Anna's house dim light. I couldn't sleep, and guilt was like a restless beast, eating away at my thoughts. Leo's blood-stained hands, the boy's lifeless body, and the wild fear in Leo's eyes when I sounded the alarm were all details from that night that clawed their way back, clearer now. I sighed and ran a hand over my hair. "What if I was mistaken?" I was repeating the question to myself. The stronger smell of blood had nearly overpowered the rogue aroma close to the spot. Back then, I should have followed my gut, but duty—the urge to take action—had taken precedence over all other considerations. I was bei
"Anna!" When Maia's upbeat voice cut through the fog of fatigue covering my thoughts, my heart leaped. She shocked me, the cold handle cutting into my palm, and I realized how tightly I'd been holding the bucket of soapy water. I tried to hide the wave of feelings roiling inside of me by forcing a smile. "Hey," I said, keeping a steady tone. "How are you doing?" Maia tilted her head in question. Her green eyes, full of worry, looked over my face. "You've spent the entire day off." I lied and looked away, saying, "I'm fine. Just worn out." Tired was not even close to explaining it. Ever since Lucas had noticed the mark on my wrist, I had been nervous. The unsolved questions hung between us like a chain, and I could still feel his eyes cutting into me. As quickly as I could, I rolled my sleeve down, but the harm was already done. He saw it. And he was fully aware that I was different. As I scrubbed, the cold council hall's stone floor bit my knees. The smell of pine disinf
I pulled open my room's creaking door and entered the darkened room. Shadows flowed across the rough wooden walls as a lone candle flickered on the bedside table. I lean back against the door and close my eyes as I gently bang it shut behind me. I kept thinking about Anna's face, her reserved demeanor during the day nagging me. She was cleaning floors with her friend Maia, which is definitely not where I expected to see her. I wasn't ready to face the memories she brought up, but I couldn't afford to be distracted. Not right now. I walked across the room and sank onto the chair next to the crooked desk. There, silent and modest, lay the treasure. A sliver of polished obsidian, scarcely bigger than my palm, with unreadable runes engraved on it. Its surface glowed dimly, as though it were absorbing the surrounding light. This mission was not your typical one. Before I left my pack, I pondered the significance of the elders' words as I ran my fingertips over the shard. "The threa
“Get up already,” I muttered to myself, dragging a hand through my hair. My body felt as though it had been running all night, even though the sunrise hardly made it through the wooden slats of my window. A weird heaviness that I couldn't get rid of settled in my chest. The Nightshade Pack's morning activities were already under way by the time I made myself get dressed. Wolves trudged along the trails with resolute precision, their voices drowning out the sound of the woods outside. As sharp as the knife in my belt, my objective continued to loom in the back of my thoughts. It was unnecessary to remind me of the prophecy. When I got to the council hall, Oliver was already waiting with his arms folded and his sharp eyes following every move like a predator assessing its prey. Oliver snarled, "You're late," as soon as I entered the council hall. A number of heads turned to face me as his piercing voice broke through the hushed whispers of the assembled wolves. I ignored the shar
I needed a sanctuary more than ever tonight, and the deep woods provided just that. I felt as though every step I took farther into the forest separated me from the mayhem at the Nightshade Pack. My thoughts were muffled by the rhythm produced by the rustle of leaves overhead and the sporadic snap of a twig beneath my feet. With my shoulders bent as if to support the weight of my thoughts, I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets. The cool air bit my skin, and the ground was spooky with shadows from the crescent moon's dim glow. I saw a glimmer of movement ahead. When I recognized who it was, my stomach turned. Lucas. He was looking at something in the dirt while crouching close to the base of a tree. Abruptly, his head raised, and our distant gazes locked. My heart leaped into my throat as I froze. His dark features were still distinct, and his intense gaze was fixed on me. No. Not right now. I pivoted on my heel and strode rapidly in the other direction. "Anna!" he ex
I sat cross-legged in the moist forest clearing, already awake as the dim light of dawn crept through the trees. Even though my clothes were wet with dew and my body hurt from the uneven ground, it didn't matter. The dream consumed my thoughts. This wasn't all in my imagination, as evidenced by the dim light of the mark on my wrist. I had to decipher its meaning. I quickly remembered what Leo had said: "I've seen that sign before... in Oliver's room."I had no idea why he had never brought it up before to his passing, but now my curiosity was burning brightly. There has to be a link between Oliver and my ancestry if the mark was in his room. I had to know, whatever it was. My spine tingled at the idea of breaking into Oliver's lodgings. Only he and his Luna were allowed access to the alpha's private area. If caught there, one would face harsh punishment, if not worse. What other option did I have, though? Oliver's authority was starkly reminded by the packhouse, which loome
Except for the steady crunch of leaves under my boots, the forest was quiet. My shoulders were tense, so I fiddled with the strap of my pack. Anna left a thin but clear trail; I could smell her scent occasionally on the wind, which kept me going.My face ached from the cold air as I pushed farther into unknown territory. The treason I had committed made every step feel more burdensome. Oliver's snarling rage was imprinted in my memory as my imagination reenacted the situation. Traitor.The word was painful, but I continued. Not when I was aware of the danger.I stopped and leaned against the rough bark of an old oak tree that had a wide crown. The silence in the forest was so eerie that it made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. The cold air made my breath mist, and I looked for movement in the shadows."You've gone crazy," I whispered to myself.Had I, though? I was unable to explain the reason behind my attraction to Anna. It was something deeper and more primordial than
In front of me, the forest went on forever, blocking out most of the moonlight with its thick cover. As I continued, the wet ground beneath my feet sucked with every step, and I breathed in short gasps. I couldn't remember how many hours I had spent running. With their skeletal branches protruding like claws in the shadows, the trees all had the same look.I pressed my back against a broad oak tree and slowed to a halt. The mark on my wrist pulsed softly, as if to push me on, and my legs shook. I was disturbed by the burning, even though it had subsided to a quiet thrum. What was it trying to convey to me?Right now, I couldn't think of that. Not when my heart leaped into my throat at the sound of every leaf rustling or tree breaking. I told myself to keep moving.By the time I entered neutral ground, dawn was peeki
The stillness between us stretched uncomfortably, and the air in Maia's tiny home felt oppressive. As though preparing for an approaching storm, Maia stood rigidly by the fireplace with her arms folded across her chest. Her face was smeared with tears, revealing the feelings she was trying so hard to hide.With her voice quivering just enough to reveal her fear, Maia firmly stated, "She didn't tell me anything, Lucas. I have no idea where she is."I took a step closer and narrowed my gaze. "You're lying, Maia. Do you not believe that I can tell?"She winced but stayed motionless. "I'm telling the truth. Anna didn't even properly say goodbye. It was only after she had left that I realized she was going."Inside me, anger simmered and threatened to explode. To steady myself, I balled my hands. "You want me to think she simply left without saying anything? She trusted you, Maia. You are the only one who knows where she has gone."Her eyes darted to the window as if she were waiting for s
It seemed as though the world was holding its breath because the air outside Anna's apartments was so motionless and silent. With my heart racing, I paused at the door. Every step I took toward her house had been more difficult than the last, and I had no idea what I would find.I felt a rush of emptiness when I finally pulled the door open. The afternoon sun streaming through the curtains cast a soft glow on the room, and the subtle aroma of pine and lavender filled the air, enveloping me in a memory of her. The house was as clean as ever, but Anna was not there.Maia was sitting on the side of the bed. Her hands gripped a torn blanket, her shoulders hunched. She tried to take a firm attitude when she spotted me, but her eyes were swollen and red."Why are you in this place?" Her voice was sharp but quiet as she enquired."Where is Anna?" After entering and shutting the door, I asked.Maia's mouth made a thin line. "She's not here."I squinted. "Don't lie to me."She yelled, "I'm not
There was an electric energy in the courtyard that I hadn't experienced in years. I crossed my arms and leaned on the training post's edge as the pack's voices erupted around me, calling for revenge.From the crowd, someone yelled, "She attacked the Luna. Who does she think she is?"Others joined in, their charges mingling with the clamor of anger. As I heard bits of conversation, my jaw tensed. Words like "execution," "traitor," and "insolence" hung in the air like a storm cloud that was about to blow.One of the elders said, "She poses a threat to the stability of the pack. We have to move fast before Oliver learns and makes a decision for us!"My heart fell. Before I fully comprehended what had transpired, I couldn't allow this to get out of hand. Even though I hadn't seen Anna since that incident on the pack grounds, I knew the reports were true because of her power and resistance, which suggested something greater than small-time disobedience."Enough!" I barked, stopping the rab
During the day, the pack would congregate in the busy courtyard to train, converse, or just take a respite from their duties. It was a haven for most. It was a minefield for me.My hands were raw from the cold water after I had just finished cleaning the Alpha's house steps. I pulled the hefty stone bucket over to the water barrels to fill it up. My shoulders hurt, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Lucas.Why did I feel this way? It was disturbing how my heart beat every time I thought of him, and how strangely warm I felt within. Even though I knew deep down that I should avoid him, I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.The chatter from the courtyard became more noticeable as I filled the bucket with water. I chose to ignore it and focus on the water’s ripples instead. I was grounded by the chilly splash against my hands, which served as a reminder to keep my head down, finish my tasks, and live to see another day.Then, like a blade, her voice cut through the din.“This
I ran out of her door like I was being chased by the devil. The coolness of the night air did little to quench the fire burning in my chest, so I breathed in harsh breaths."That's her. Your fated mate."The words of the Moon Goddess reverberated in my head, relentless and uncompromising.How could this have happened? How could the individual I was meant to get rid of also end up being my partner?I leaned hard against my room and banged the door. My heart pounded as if it were trying to break out of my rib cage.In the dim light, the artifact sat on the table like a threatening apparition. I clenched and unclenched my hands as I gazed at it. I had come to her, to this pack, because of it.Anna.The name itself seemed different now, full of an energy that I was unable to ignore.I grabbed the edge of the table and sank into the nearest chair. Conflicting thoughts raced through my mind, each one more chaotic than the last.I tried to explain it. The link between fated partners was stro
As though mocking my hesitancy, the item rested in the middle of the table, its surface lifeless and unforgiving. It had been days since the forest, when I stood motionless in the dark, watching Anna sob in the moonlight. I hadn't said anything to anyone. How could I? The weight of my realization dominated every thought and every breath.Anna.She had been identified by the artifact. Not a lurking opponent, not a rogue. She.Both then and now, I was unsure of what to do.I kept walking around my room, feeling as though the walls were getting smaller with every step. The gang continued as if nothing had happened outside. A harsh reminder of the normalcy I had lost was the faint echo of their laughter coming through my window.Frustrated, my hands reached for my hair and began tugging. In my mind, I could still picture her face, smeared with tears. She posed no danger. She was unable to be.The relic, however, was truthful.I had found Anna thanks to the relic. To her dismay, to her suf
I was looking at her through the trees, the heavy air pressing against me. Anna's sobbing shook her shoulders as she knelt beside the marked tree, piercing the forest's silence. What I previously feared was proven when the relic in my fingers blazed hot and faintly glowed toward her. The enemy. The danger. Anna. My feet wouldn't budge, so I tightened my hold on the knife strapped to my side. I finally understood the mission, the reason I had gone to this pack, but I was unable to make sense of it. Anna wasn't a potential threat. She was a person. A broken, sad girl who isn't dangerous at all.As my heart raced in my chest, I stumbled backwards, trying to calm down my fast breathing. Thank God she didn't see me. I turned around and slid back into the bush, being careful not to fall on any trees.When I got back to my room, I laid down on the bed and stared at the artifact until its light went out."What on earth is happening?" I said and ran my hand through my hair.I pace around t