Mag-log inThe dream returned again.
It began the same way it always did: with silver fog curling around her bare feet, a forest bathed in moonlight and a whisper that wasn't a sound but a sensation crawling under her skin. Then she saw it, the wolf, massive, silver as starlight. Its fur shimmered like frost and its eyes… glowing gold, impossibly familiar. It didn’t chase her, it circled, watched, waited and when it finally moved, silent as breath, it bowed its head to her. Aria jolted awake, gasping.
Her sheets were tangled around her legs, and a fine sheen of sweat coated her skin despite the cold air in the Blackthorne estate. The dream had been too real, again. She glanced at her laptop that was sitting half open on the other side of the bed. All it took was one tap for her to see the last open page on her browser, yet another website that talked about werewolves and other mythical creatures of the night. It'd been three days since she saw Skylar changing, 'shifting', like all the websites called it and she had been researching them ever since. That would probably explain why she was having the dreams she'd been having except whenever she thought about the way the wolf’s eyes had burned into her, not with hunger, but something else: recognition. It made her shudder.
She glanced at her wrist. The scratch from two nights ago was still there, thin, angry, and red. It hadn’t faded, if anything… it looked deeper. Amanda sat up, her heart beating wildly. She got off her bed, crouched down and pulled out her old suitcase from underneath her bed. Inside, an old box of family keepsakes sat untouched at the bottom. Her mother, Celeste, refused to speak of Amanda's father. She had always said he was "gone" whenever she asked and left it at that. Amanda opened the box slowly. Inside was a faded photo, a few notes and a locket. It was small, silver, shaped like a crescent moon. She had never really noticed it before, but now it seemed like it was drawing her in. When her fingers brushed it, the metal glowed, a faint pulse, like a heartbeat. She yanked her hand back, it stopped. She hesitated but stretched out her hand and touched it again. This time it stayed cool, normal. Amanda shook her head, she must still be half asleep because she was imagining things again. She hung the locket around her neck, shivering as it settled against her chest, then slammed the suitcase shut.
Later that morning, when Amanda arrived at school, she marched straight to Stacie.
"Oh, hi Amanda, how are you this morning?", she asked, smiling widely.
Amanda smiled back softly, guiltily even as she looked at her. Since she saw Skylar shifting in the forest, she had been avoiding Stacie. Why? She wasn't exactly sure of herself, but with everything that had been going on recently and everything she found out, she figured she needed at least one person on her side in this town and Stacie seemed nice enough.
"You're like them, aren't you?", she asked Stacie, who looked confused for a moment before it passed and turned into realization.
"If by that you're asking if I'm a werewolf, then yes, yes I am", she answered.
Amanda sighed.
"Why didn't you tell me?", she asked.
"Why didn't you tell me what this town is? What you all are?"
"I wasn't exactly sure you didn't know", she answered.
"I mean, I would have assumed you knew who your stepfather was", she added.
Amanda shrugged, she had a point, ordinarily she should have known.
"And even if you didn't, I'm not exactly sure if it was my place to tell you", Stacie added.
"Fair point", Amanda sighed.
"So I'm guessing you didn't know?"
Amanda shook her head.
"You just found out?"
Amanda nodded.
"How?", Stacie asked.
"I saw Skylar, changing, shifting", she answered.
"Wow, that must have been something", Stacie muttered.
Amanda chuckled, "Yes, yes it was."
"Are you mad at me?", she asked.
"What? Of course not", Amanda said hurriedly.
"So, we're still friends?"
"Of course, we're still friends", she smiled softly at her.
By the end of first period, the entire school was buzzing about the upcoming field trip to Moonfall Ridge.
"It's sacred territory", their teacher, Mrs. Rook announced, "One of the oldest spiritual sites in our region. As pack tradition, alpha-born students will take part in a mock rehearsal of the moonstone ritual."
Amanda wasn't sure why she was even allowed to come. She wasn't alpha born, she wasn't even a part of the pack. Tessa shot her a disgusted look as she passed her desk.
"Try not to embarrass yourself, Moonfall Ridge can smell frauds", she taunted.
Skylar at the back of the room, didn't look up. He hadn't spoken to her since the night in the woods, not that she expected him to, but still she felt his presence like static in her bones.
Moonfall Ridge was more breathtaking than Amanda expected. The bus ride wound up through thick pine woods and opened onto a clearing that sat at the edge of a cliff. The sky stretched wide and open, the clouds parting to reveal a pale silver sun. They stopped, got down and continued the rest of the way on foot, Mrs. Rook droning on about the history and significance of the ridge. They followed a path that led to a clearing and in the center of the clearing stood a rock platform Mrs. Rook called a rune stone. It looked ancient, twice as tall as any student, carved with glowing marks that pulsed faintly with power. The surrounding ground was different. Amanda could feel it humming in her bones. She didn’t belong here, she knew that and yet… the ridge felt familiar. After Mrs. Rook was done teaching she gathered the students around the rune.
"Those of alpha blood may approach and lay a hand on the stone", Mrs. Rook said, "One by one."
Skylar was the first to step forward. He placed his palm flat against the stone and the marks burned bright gold. A gust of wind swept through the clearing, several students gasped. Tessa was next and while the stone pulsed, it didn’t react the same. More students went, some got flickers, some nothing, then it was over, until Amanda's name was called.
She stared at Mrs. Rook.
"I'm not... I'm not alpha-born", she stuttered.
"Your stepfather is the alpha, you carry the name Blackthorne now, and you're part of this class, so try."
Skylar's head jerked up sharply. Tessa laughed under her breath, but she wasn't the only one, there were snickers from some other students. Amanda stepped forward. Every part of her screamed no, but something else, stronger, quieter, pulled her toward the stone. She placed her hand on the cold surface.
And the world exploded.
The courtyard of the Moonridge estate buzzed with hushed anticipation. Guards lined the cobblestones, backs straight, hands clasped behind them, as the distant thunder of hooves and boots carried on the wind. The banners of Alpha Rufus’s pack appeared first: dark crimson cloth bearing the sigil of a wolf’s head pierced with a silver spear then his entourage emerged. Rows of warriors marched in precise formation, their armor blackened leather reinforced with steel, their steps perfectly in sync. Their eyes were sharp, unyielding, like soldiers more than wolves. The weight of their presence pressed heavily over the courtyard, and even the Moonridge wolves straightened, as if subconsciously intimidated. At the head of the column rode Alpha Rufus. He was a towering man, broad-shouldered, his hair streaked with iron gray. A scar slashed diagonally across his cheek, pale against his weathered skin, and his eyes, cold, piercing steel, swept the courtyard with calculated precision. When he
The halls of Moonridge High were mostly empty late afternoon, save for the muted echoes of footsteps and the faint hum of voices carrying from the library. Skylar was only half-aware of where he was walking, his mind had been a storm for days, Amanda’s words and silences gnawing at him like splinters beneath his skin. He hadn’t meant to stop when he passed the library doors but the sound of Cassian’s voice, low and serious, caught his ear, pulling him to a halt. "—I don’t like it, Stace", Cassian was saying. "The more we look, the clearer it becomes. There isn’t a safer way." Skylar’s jaw tightened. He leaned closer, hidden just out of sight. Stacie’s voice came next, hushed but urgent. "Then we have to keep looking. We can’t let her even think about going through with it. You saw her face when we read those words. She’s desperate enough to try, Cassian." Skylar immediately knew they were talking about Amanda. He pressed in closely so he could hear more. "Do you really think she
The library was quiet that afternoon, its tall shelves looming like guardians over secrets no one wanted to be unearthed. Dust floated in the air where sunlight streamed through stained-glass, painting the worn wood in fractured colors. Amanda sat at one of the heavy oak tables with Stacie and Cassian, the three of them bent close over a stack of cracked leather-bound tomes. Her fingers traced the faded script of an open page, the old ink bleeding slightly from centuries of wear. It was the first time in weeks that hope flickered in her chest—small, fragile, but there."This one mentions Silver Wolves again", Stacie whispered, pulling a book closer.She tapped at a faded illustration of a wolf with fur like moonlight, its eyes bright silver. The caption beneath read: "Luna-born, Touched of the Moon". Amanda swallowed hard, staring at the picture. She had always hated that word— different, even when she was back in New York. Nobody wanted to be different but here, staring at the image
Amanda sat on the edge of the training mat, her chest still heaving from sparring. Sweat soaked through her shirt, plastering it to her skin, but she hardly felt it. She stared intently at Cassian, her chest tightened, her breath caught in her throat. "What are you saying?"His gaze was steady, serious. "The bond with Skylar. I can help you break it completely, but only if you’ll let me" Amanda froze. Her world tilted, spinning between disbelief and desperate hope. Break the bond, freedom, no more searing agony every time Skylar brushed past her, no more stolen emotions bleeding into her heart. No more torment, it sounded like a dream, too good to be true and for a moment she dared to believe it but Cassian’s voice pulled her back down."If you agree to be with me, Amanda, I’ll give you a way to sever it, to give you that freedom", he told her.Her pulse pounded in her ears."Be with you?", she asked.Cassian’s lips twitched, almost pained."Not just as a friend, more. You already kn
Amanda was changing. Her laughter, once quick and unguarded, had dulled into silence. Her eyes no longer sparked with defiance when Tessa sneered; they only hardened, walls building brick by brick. Instead of completely retreating into the shadows, Amanda trained harder. Cassian had started with simple sparring, teaching her stances and counters, but she pushed him for more. Where once she stumbled and giggled at her clumsiness while training, she now demanded another round, another drill, another bruising strike until her knuckles throbbed red."Again", she panted, fists up, sweat streaking down her temple.Cassian arched a brow, catching her next punch easily in his palm."Amanda, you’ve been at this for two hours. At this rate, you’re going to collapse", he told her, concern etched into his face."I said again", she repeated, her voice sharp enough to slice.For the first time, he didn’t joke back. He just let her punch, his chest tightening with something he couldn’t name.---Sta
Amanda woke to silence. The room was still, the pale gray light of dawn creeping across the curtains. For a moment, she didn’t move, her body heavy with warmth and the lingering memory of the night before. The ache of the bond still throbbed inside her, but softer now, soothed by the reckless, desperate closeness she had shared with Skylar. She reached for him, but her hand touched only cool sheets. Her eyes snapped open. The space beside her was empty, already long abandoned, but his scent still clung faintly to the air: pine and smoke, sharp with the edge of his wolf, but the man himself was gone. Amanda sat up slowly, her chest tightening with each passing heartbeat. She told herself he had just stepped out, that he would come back, but as the minutes stretched into an hour, reality carved itself sharp inside her. She defeatedly swung her feet over the edge of the bed and slowly began her day.When she finally saw him again, it was in the main hall. Skylar stood with Tessa, his exp
Dinner at the Blackthorne estate was usually a stiff, awkward formal affair, but tonight the tension could have split the long mahogany table in two. The chandelier overhead gleamed, servants moved like shadows pouring wine and setting silver trays, but none of that polished elegance could disguise
Amanda got ready for school sluggishly, dragging her feet very unwilling to go. If she could stay home without arousing her mother's suspicions she would have done so immediately. She knew everyone would be talking about how she collapsed yesterday, it would be the hot gossip and she was not lookin
The world didn’t just explode, it ignited the moment Amanda’s palm pressed against the rune stone, the glowing carvings burst into blinding light. The once faint gold turned molten silver, lines of fire racing through every rune until the entire stone blazed like a beacon against the twilight sky.
Dinner at the Blackthorne estate was like a formal affair. The long mahogany table stretched down the center of the grand dining hall polished so clean it gleamed in the candlelight. The chandelier above flickered with golden fire and servants in muted tones moved like ghosts between courses. Amand







