"You awkward little rat!" Luna Amelia's high-pitched voice cut through the atmosphere, freezing me.
Her hand smacked against my face, causing a sharp pain to shoot through my cheek before I could even turn. As I lurched backward, trying to regain my footing, my head wrenched to the side and my vision became blurry. Every eye was on me, the room was very quiet, and I felt humiliated.
Amelia's lips curled in distaste as her eyes narrowed. "You dare bring shame to your Alpha in that way?"
Through the shock and searing pain, I was unable to react or even find my voice. Her smack caused a sting in my cheek, and I could feel my heart pounding in my temples as I felt humiliated and angry.
However, Oliver's icy, uncompromising voice reached me before I could respond. “Take her away. Lock her up for the night.”
As the other pack members grabbed me by the arms and started pulling me toward the door, I swallowed hard, hardly really digesting what he had spoken. Every step felt like a nail driven into my pride, but I forced myself to not struggle because I knew it would only make things worse. Locked up, again… because of him.
I heard the scoffs, the sneers, and the muttering as I was led out. I was nothing in their eyes—just a servant, an omega who had no right to be near Oliver, much less spill anything on him. Amelia's slap was still with me, a reminder of my position and a warning.
The metal bars slammed shut behind me with a hard clang that reverberated through the silence as the guards pushed me roughly into the darkened cell.
As I hunkered in the corner, keeping my knees to my chest for warmth, I noticed that the cell was damp and cold, with a chilly draft slipping through the stone walls. I closed my eyes, let out a trembling breath, and laid my head back against the wall. My jaw clenched at the memory of Amelia's smug, vicious visage, and my cheek still hurt from her slap.
Will I always be this way? The punching bag of the pack?
I gasped and pressed my palms to my temples as a sharp, unexpected pain pierced my skull before my thoughts could go any further. The cell surrounding me began to fade into darkness as the world appeared to tilt and blur, until I was no longer in that cell at all.
I got a vision of a warrior standing in the shadows at the boundary of our pack's territory. He stepped closer, his presence black and commanding, his eyes piercing and furious. Watching him lift a blade, his eyes fixed on mine, his face displaying icy resolve, made my heart beat.
Then he lunged before I could respond. With a wicked, ruthless frown on his face, the sword slashed through the air, aiming directly for me.
"No!" I sobbed, my voice breaking the stillness as I snapped back to the present. I gasped as the vision dimmed, clutching my hands to my chest as they shook. As I attempted to make sense of what I had just witnessed, my skin was chilly with perspiration and my pulse was pounding.
A warrior is on his way to kill me.
As I gripped my knees tighter and stared at the cell bars with my thoughts racing with questions, the anxiety took hold of me and made my stomach turn into knots. Who was he? And why did I see him that way, with such purpose in his eyes and such anger?
I sat there for an unknown amount of time, mentally reliving the vision. Hours went by, the quiet all around me heavy and deafening, every sound magnified by the silence. My heart was still racing, and the warrior's picture was ingrained in my thoughts like a silent threat.
I heard soft footsteps coming toward the cell just as the sky was beginning to brighten. I raised my head and saw a figure, blinking in the low light.
A familiar voice murmured, "Anna," and I was relieved to see Leo crouching next to the bars, his face etched with concern.
"Leo..." My throat was raw from the strain and dread of the night, and I could hardly speak above a whisper.
His eyes grew softer, but he had an odd expression, a stiffness that caused me to sit up straight, the anxiety returning. His voice was low as he questioned, "Are you okay?"
I attempted to read his face as I nodded, not believing what I was saying. "What's the matter?"
He paused, looking around as though to see if anyone was around, and then he leaned closer. He muttered, "There's something you need to know. This morning, a stranger showed up at the pack's border."
My blood ran cold and my heart skipped a beat when I recalled the vision of the warrior's lethal glare. "A stranger?" I repeated, my voice trembling a little.
His brow furrowed as he whispered, "Yes. He says he's here for diplomatic purposes, but..." His face grew serious as he trailed off. "Anna, there's something odd about him. I don’t trust him.”
I tried to keep my face neutral as I looked down and gulped hard, the words stuck in my throat. On the inside, though, I was shaking, every nerve tense. Is he the one? The warrior from my vision?
Leo said, "Anna," in a quiet but firm voice. “You need to be careful. Whatever this stranger is here for… I don’t think it’s anything good.”
I forced a tiny, comforting grin despite my heart thumping in my chest and nodded. I whispered, "I will, Leo. I appreciate you telling me."
He nodded me firmly, his eyes lingering on me before he straightened and took a step back, giving me one final anxious look over his shoulder before vanishing down the hallway.
His comments weighed heavily on me as I sat by myself in the dark cell, combining with the fear that had been bothering me ever since the vision.
Was he the one? Was the stranger who had shown up this morning the same warrior I had seen in my vision?
I tried to control my racing thoughts as the silence around me grew thick and oppressive, sending a chill down my spine. The vision seemed too vivid and real to be a coincidence. If he had been there for me...
In order to keep the terror from overwhelming me, I tightened my hands and forced myself to breathe slowly and steadily. However, I had a gut feeling that something was approaching that I wasn't ready for.
And all I could do was pray that when the time came, I would be resilient enough to handle it.
"Get up!" I sat up groggily, squinting at the early light that spilled into the cage after the guard's gruff voice startled me awake.His eyes gleamed with a tinge of cruelty as he grinned. “Thought you’d just sit around, Omega? Get going. You’ve got chores, and I don’t mean the easy kind.”Before I could gather myself, two other guards grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me from the cell. My muscles objected, tight from spending the night on the chilly stone floor, but I forced myself to ignore the pain and keep from letting them know how miserable I was."Where are we going?" Hating the tremble in my voice, I asked.The guard shrugged, a bored look flashing into his eyes. With a tone full of faux innocence, he said, "Just to help with some chores."I suppressed a sigh, accepting that I would be flung around like the pack's personal puppet for another day. I attempted to maintain my composure as they guided me farther into the dungeons, convincing myself that I could handle this.
“Tell me what happened to him! What did Leo do?” Outside the pack house, I pushed my way through the swarm of whispering voices and made my demand.One of the bigger wolves hissed, "Back off, runt," and gave me a hard shove that almost knocked me down. I didn't stop, though. I was unable to. My mind was racing, clinging to a single thought: Leo was in trouble.I finally made it to the clearing in the middle, where Oliver was standing with his troops encircling him. His sardonic expression said a lot, but what really stopped me was the grim satisfaction on his face.When Oliver raised his hand, everyone became silent. He said, "Leo has betrayed this pack," his voice resonating in the quiet, each word piercing my stomach like a stone. "He will go on trial tomorrow. But tonight… tonight, he will rot in a cell.”Like flies buzzing over a body, the pack burst into murmurs and whispers. I balled my fists up. Betrayed? No, I said to myself, "that can't be right." But the terror was beginning
While pacing on the cold stone floor of my little, dim chamber, I whispered to myself, "He's not guilty." The words reverberated quietly in the quiet, but they had no effect on the knot of anxiety in my chest. I kept thinking about Leo's face, how exhausted he had been, and how he had reached through those bars as though it might be our final touch.I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the stranger's accusing look and the bloodstains on Leo's hands and clothing from being dragged through the pack's common area. My mind would not let me rest; all I wanted to do was close my eyes and forget, if only for a short while.Pale light filled my chamber as morning broke, and I made myself sit up. Another day to live—another day in the pack. However, the idea of doing my regular tasks today was intolerable. Oliver's derisive tone and the sneer on his face as he ordered Leo to be cast into the cells were still audible to me. I clenched my fists at the vision, but what could I d
I managed to get close enough to the front to see the council members sitting in their high-backed seats, their expressions grim and far away, after squeezing past a few others. The focal point of it all was Oliver, who stood straight and exuded an authority that made me want to pull back.I finally got to see Leo. Two guards carried him to the front, injured and shaken, his gaze sweeping the room before meeting mine. His face briefly lit up with relief, and I clinched my hands, wishing him to remain resilient.The whispers stopped when Oliver held out his hand. His cold, authoritative voice pierced the atmosphere. "You are charged with murder, Leo. We offer you a chance to speak even though the evidence is damning. You may explain yourself.” He waved his hand as though he were giving Leo the tiniest, most reluctant favor.Leo inhaled deeply before starting, "I didn't do it," in a steady but low voice. "Yes, I did find the child, wounded, hurt, and alone. I heard him as I was walking
As everyone streamed out of the trial hall, the air was filled with the murmur of voices, their whispered whispers carrying a mixture of judgment and expectation. In order to confer with the council elders and determine Leo's destiny, Oliver had called a timeout. However, I recognized the expression in his eyes—he was relishing the agony, extending the verdict to relish every moment of Leo's pain and the fear that was screaming through me.With my heart racing, I looked around for Lucas as the crowd poured into the courtyard. Since the start of the trial, the so-called "witness" had been the focus of attention, and his words had been driving a cold blade further and deeper into my chest. Whether he realized it or not, I had to face him and make him recognize the harm he was doing.At last I saw him at the steps, chatting softly with a few of our fighters. He had a calm, assured stance. Anger made my stomach turn. After what he had done, how could he appear so composed?I ignored the g
As everyone streamed out of the trial hall, the air was filled with the murmur of voices, their whispered whispers carrying a mixture of judgment and expectation. In order to confer with the council elders and determine Leo's destiny, Oliver had called a timeout. However, I recognized the expression in his eyes—he was relishing the agony, extending the verdict to relish every moment of Leo's pain and the fear that was screaming through me.With my heart racing, I looked around for Lucas as the crowd poured into the courtyard. Since the start of the trial, the so-called "witness" had been the focus of attention, and his words had been driving a cold blade further and deeper into my chest. Whether he realized it or not, I had to face him and make him recognize the harm he was doing.At last I saw him at the steps, chatting softly with a few of our fighters. He had a calm, assured stance. Anger made my stomach turn. After what he had done, how could he appear so composed?I ignored the g
"So, Lucas," Oliver said in a tone laced with bitter laughter as he paced in front of the audience, his cold gaze fixed on the man who had the audacity to disagree with him. "Want to explain this abrupt change of heart?"Lucas kept a straight face, but I could see that the significance of Oliver's remarks wasn't lost on him. The murmurs of the gathering increased, sending a wave of uncertainty and bewilderment through the assembled wolves. Some of them gave me a sidelong glance, hatred and distrust lingering in their eyes as though Leo's innocence threatened them directly.To his credit, Lucas did not back down. With a steady, unwavering voice, he calmly responded, "Alpha, I didn't change my statement. I just stated that Leo is not necessarily guilty of the crime itself, even though I saw him close to the body."Oliver gave me the kind of half-smile that made my stomach turn. "Oh, I see. So maybe, Lucas,” he added, speaking to the audience, “someone slipped a few nice words or maybe e
“Anna,” Lucas started, his voice low, but I didn’t stop walking. I was unable to. Every time I remembered his face and his hesitating remarks during that trial that found Leo guilty, my blood burned. With shaking hands, I pushed past him and yelled, "Get out of my way." After Oliver's announcement, the crowd had dispersed, but I could still hear the buzzing in my ears. "Hold on." Lucas’s hand brushed my arm, and I yanked it away. “You have to believe me. I didn’t...” "What did you not do? Put an innocent man in jail? Allow them to execute Leo for a crime he didn't commit." With heated tears running down my cheeks, I broke my voice. “You stood there and said he wasn’t guilty, and then you let it happen anyway. Just give me some space."His gaze grew gloomy. “I’m sorry, I...” With anger in every word, I snarled, "Don't you dare apologize. If you cared, you wouldn’t have been here to destroy his life in the first place.” He looked at me as if he had more to say, but I wasn't in
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
"Why does she always have to make things so difficult?" As I glanced at the closed door, I said, my voice disturbing the room's silence. Anna's words lingered in the air like an unshakeable accusation, and I could still hear the echo of her footsteps disappearing into the distance.Breathing became difficult due to the constriction in my chest. Her anger was justified, her pain apparent. I was the one who did it. I was to blame for Leo's death. My fault she was bearing the weight of a crime she had no part in. However, the situation was more complex in reality. I had a clear mission. Yet, for the first time, I wasn’t sure I could see it through.I exhaled deeply, turned, and sank into the tableside chair. The relic, a tiny, worn artifact that had served as my constant guide ever since I embarked on this damned journey, was sitting in front of me. It was a source of annoyance now. I lifted it and rubbed the engravings with my fingertips. Why are you refusing to work? My voice tremble
I was so confused and angry that I walked out of Lucas' quarters. Even though the cool night air felt like a slap, it couldn't stop the tempest that was growing inside of me. I walked with hard feet on the dirt road, my hands locked at my sides.After everything, how could he just stand there and stay silent? His penetrating look still haunted me, and my heart hammered with a mixture of fear and rage. The dim moonlight showed the wooden walls of the modest house Leo had built, dark and inhospitable. I took a deep breath to steady myself as I paused. I couldn't allow Maia to see me in this state; therefore, there was no more place for crying. I pushed the door open and saw her sewing patches into an old blanket while sitting cross-legged on the floor. Beside her, the gentle glimmer of a lantern flickered, making dancing shadows on the walls. "Anna!" Maia's face brightened, but as soon as she saw my answer, her grin vanished. "What's the matter?" "Nothing," I answered sharply and qu
As I left Anna and Maia, I didn't turn around. The beat of my boots hitting the stone floor echoed the jumble in my mind. The questions that circled like vultures made every step feel heavier. Shall I tell Oliver? The thought would not go away. I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. The right thing to do would be to report what I’d seen. Anna sneaking into Oliver’s room, her strange behavior, the signs that she was hiding something. The truth, however, was sour. She would be condemned if she told Oliver. The corridor stretched endlessly, dim torches flickering along the walls, casting shadows that danced like mocking shadows. I arrived at my quarters and slammed the door. Only a bed and a desk occupied the tiny space, but it was mine, a refuge from the ongoing stress of this pack. My breathing was heavy as I leaned against the door. I looked at the relic on the desk, its surface dead and drab. "What are you holding out on?" I mumbled as I picked it up and cros
As I stood motionless in the doorway, Lucas's penetrating gaze cut through the curtain of my thoughts. I didn't want to express it, but his presence felt more weighty than the silence that hung between us. I pushed myself to let go of the door handle as my fingers shook a little against it, and I stepped fully into the corridor.“Excuse me,” I muttered, keeping my voice as level as possible. As if attempting to get out, my heart pounded against my ribs as it raced. Lucas didn’t move, his arms folded across his chest, his expression unreadable. I briefly hoped he might say something, but he remained silent. Instead, when I passed him with purposeful steps and a raised chin in a show of confidence I didn't feel, his eyes followed me. Behind me, I could feel him slipping into place, his shadow hovering closer than I would have preferred. Refusing to look back, I maintained a steady pace while swallowing the uneasiness that threatened to rise in my throat. The air between us was tens
My sole warning was the slight creak of the door handle. I looked around the room for somewhere to hide, and my heart skipped a beat. Panic tugged at my throat, demanding that I think and move more quickly. With its heavy black drapes swinging gently in the breeze from the open window, the towering bed towered above me. I immediately fell to the ground and slithered under it, squeezing myself up against the farthest edge as the door opened. In the tight hush, the sound of boots scraping against the wooden floor was deafening. My chest heaved from the effort of maintaining silence, so I clamped a palm over my mouth to keep my breathing quiet. I could see the polished tips of the boots from where I was under the bed, and I knew they were Oliver's. Even though we couldn't see him completely, his powerful presence filled the room. "Where is it?" His voice cut through the silence, low and harsh. Lighter but deliberate, a second pair of footsteps stepped into the room. Lucas. "Alp