LOGINAria stepped into the grand hall slowly, her breath catching as the massive doors shut behind her with a dull, echoing thud. The scent of polished wood and warm candle wax mingled with the heavy perfumes lingering in the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that was both regal and suffocating.
The hall was a tapestry of deep crimson and gold, colors that spoke of power and ancient tradition. Long banners draped from the towering stone walls, each one embroidered meticulously with the crest of the Silver Moon Pack, a silver wolf silhouetted against a full moon.
The fabric shimmered softly under the glow of grand chandeliers hanging from the vaulted ceiling, their crystals casting fragmented light like shards of frozen stars across the polished black marble floor.
Aria's eyes traced the intricate patterns on the banners, feeling the weight of history pressing down on her fragile frame. The floor beneath her reflected her image, small, delicate, and unmistakably out of place amidst the grandeur.
The pack members were arrayed before her in a display of hierarchy and strength. To the right, future alphas stood confident, their garments rich with embroidery and symbols of their impending leadership.
To the left, high-ranking warriors loomed, clad in heavy leather and furs, their muscles taut beneath the fabrics, eyes sharp and calculating.
At the far end, the high table commanded attention. Alpha Magnus sat there, his dark hair streaked with silver, dressed in a robe of deep burgundy trimmed with gold that matched the banners behind him.
His golden eyes, cold and dismissive, scanned the hall with unyielding authority. Beside him, his Beta Ethan stood tall with a broad shoulders, the direct opposite of him. On the other side, the elders wore robes of darker hues, black and deep gray, each embroidered subtly to denote their status.
The rest of the pack filled the space between, their faces a mix of curiosity, judgment, and silent accusation. Their clothes varied from the rough homespun of the common warriors to the finer silks of the elders, all bearing the crest of the pack in some form, a pin, a clasp, a stitched emblem.
A hush fell over the room, broken only by a whisper that slithered through the crowd: "That's her..."
"She actually came."
"Has no shame."
Aria swallowed hard, feeling her fingers curl at her sides as the whispered judgments wrapped around her like a noose.
Her silver eyes lifted instinctively, searching the faces of the alphas, and other people in the hall. Her eyes landed on him.
Alpha Kael stood tall and broad shouldered, dark hair falling just above his intense eyes. His posture was relaxed but radiated power in waves, a silent challenge to the judgment around them. His gaze locked with hers, steady, piercing, and unsettling.
For a moment, the hall ceased to exist. The murmurs faded, the whispers died away, and only the intensity of that gaze remained.
Aria's breath caught.
“Why was he staring at her.” Could it be that, she's the mate to him. But those thoughts were quickly disappeared as soon as it came across her mind.
The ceremony went on and Alpha Magnus, officially welcomed as Luna Lydia and Selene. You could see from the face of Selene, she felt like she was on top of the world.
Beta Morris whispered something into Alpha magnus ears and his expression, already stone-like, grew sharper. He straightened, letting the sleeves of his robe fall just so, commanding silence before he spoke.
"In the name of our ancestors and under the gaze of the eternal moon, we convene," Magnus intoned, his voice deep as the river valley.
"Tonight, we welcome Luna Lydia to the seat of power, and in her, the promise of new blood, new alliance, and the dawn of a stronger era. Selene, child of the moon, you stand at your mother's side not only as daughter but as hope incarnate."
The crowd responded in unison: "May her lineage be blessed."
Lydia glowed beneath the weight of attention, her hands resting lightly on Selene’s shoulders, as if afraid the girl might drift up and away into the chandelier-lit heavens. Aria watched, unable to reconcile the gentle, almost maternal touch with the rumors that chased Lydia through every corridor of the estate, ambition sharp as a blade
Alpha Magnus decided to send Aria to the omega quarters as she was of no use and he needed to convince the pack elders before he could go ahead with that decision.
He climbed the podium and to get the attention of the people in the hall he used a spoon to make some sound with his wine glass.
“I would like to make an announcement. “As the Alpha of this pack and the father of Aria and Selene, this decision is for the good of the pack.
He barely paused, as if reciting a speech he’d rehearsed in murky dreams. "Our pack is strongest when its weakest are known. When the sick, the lost, and the frail are not hidden, but tended." His voice sharpened, slicing through the suspenseful hush. "Which brings us to Aria."
It was not a name, but a diagnosis.
The air chilled. Several heads turned. Even the flames in the candelabras seemed to flicker in anticipation.
Alpha Magnus did not look at her as he spoke, but rather into the crowd, as if searching for an answer among the multitudes.
"Many have asked why this one was spared," he continued, "when the moon gives no blessing, when the wolf within sleeps or simply does not exist." He let the accusation hang, heavy and slow, like a cloud that would not rain.
Aria felt her heart shattered into pieces. She never believed her father would hate her this much.
“Since she is my daughter” He continued i would like her to be moved to the omega quarters where she will be at least useful to the pack.
There were murmurs but no one could say anything to defend her. Aria felt the ground should open up and swallow her up.
Just then Alpha kael moved up to the podium. The hall became as quiet as a graveyard. If there was a a pin drop on the ground you would have heard the sound.
“I came today for alliance, to get power but it seems like the moon goddess is playing a cruel joke on me.” He continued.
He stepped toward her, the crowd parting as he approached.
“You?” His voice deep sent shivers down her spine. She opened her mouth, but no words came out, instead something pulled her to move closer to him.
“I…i thought,” she finally managed to say but stopped midway as she stared back at him for the first time but she wasn't sure if it was a flicker of anger or disgust crossing his face.
The hall has become more quiet and you could see from across the hall, Selene crossed her arms in amusement, like she loves what is happening.
Then Kael straightened, his golden eyes hardening.
A wolfless girl, my mate?”he said,his voice dripping with all kinds of hate. “Is this suppose to be a joke
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Aria felt her last hope being crushed, her cheeks burned as whispers spread as wild fire.
“She's his mate? That can't be possible.”
A wolfless girl for an Alpha? How embarrassing.”
Aria’s knees trembled, her stomach knots as kael stepped closer, just an inch farther away from her. “I Kael Trevor Dominus, Alpha of Nightfang pack, rejects you, Aria, as my mate and Luna.”
The bond snapped immediately, the pain exploding through her chest, Aria gasped,clutching her heart as tears blurred her vision.
“I would have done so if I were him.” Someone from the crowd murmured but more audible to her hearing.
“What did she expect?” Another chipped in mockingly.
Aria felt her legs trembling, the rejection ripping through her soul.
Lina, immediately as though she just got herself, rushed to her side. “Ria, let's go,” she whispered, wrapping an arm around her but Aria shook her head. “He didn't mean it, I'm sure , " she said softly, her voice trembling. “He can't mean it Lina.”
“You don't have to stay here and take all these Aria,” Lina said firmly, her voice filled with anger. “Let's go.”
Kael turned his back on them, his posture rigid as he looked dismissive.
“This ceremony is over.” Alpha Magnus' voice sounded very loud. The pack dispersed, their excitement replaced with cruel smirks and whispered insults.
Only Kael, Alpha magnus, Luna Lydia, Selene and some elders remained in the hall as Lina left with Aria.
The carriage rolled to a slow stop at the foot of the palace steps. For a brief moment, neither Aria nor the messenger moved. Outside, the sound of boots striking polished stone echoed through the courtyard. The carriage door opened. A royal guard stood waiting, one hand resting over his chest as he bowed. "My Lady." Aria stepped down without acknowledging the greeting. The cold mountain air brushed against her face as her eyes swept across the palace grounds. Guards stood in perfect formation from the courtyard to the towering entrance. Palace attendants moved quietly along the marble walkways, each carrying out their duties with practiced precision. No one stopped to stare or whisper. Yet Aria could feel their eyes following her. She ignored them. There was only one person she wanted to see. She turned to the messenger. "Take me to my daughter." There was no waiting or hesitation. Only a mother desperate to see her child. The messenger met her gaze. "She is safe." "I did
The carriage rolled steadily through the northern mountains. Neither of its occupants spoke. The silence was broken only by the steady rhythm of the horses' hooves and the creaking of wooden wheels against the uneven road. Aria sat with her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Audra's silver bracelet still resting between her fingers. She traced its delicate pattern over and over again, as though doing so would somehow shorten the distance between them. Nova lay unusually still. The white wolf hadn't spoken in hours. Every heartbeat carried the same thought. “Audra.“ The road became steeper. The towering pine trees gradually gave way to jagged cliffs dusted with snow, while thick clouds drifted lazily around the mountain peaks. The farther they traveled, the heavier the air became. It settled over Aria's shoulders like an invisible weight. Nova slowly lifted her head. “We're close.“ The is overwhelming here. Not the overwhelming Alpha aura she was familiar with. The c
The carriage rolled steadily away from Mooncrest. Aria didn't look back. If she looked at the pack one last time, she wasn't sure she would have the strength to keep going. The wooden wheels rumbled over the uneven road, carrying her farther from the home she had fought so hard to build. The home she had lost in a single night. She sat in silence, her hands resting in her lap. In one hand was Audra's tiny silver bracelet. In the other, the leather pouch of fresh milk the messenger had given her. Neither had left her grasp since the carriage departed. Nova lay quietly within her mind. For once. The white wolf had nothing to say. The silence between them was heavier than words. Hours passed. The familiar forests surrounding Mooncrest slowly disappeared behind them, replaced by towering pines whose branches reached so high they swallowed the morning sunlight. The farther north they traveled, the quieter the world became.No birds sang. No rabbits darted through the undergrowth.
The bloodstained cloth lay across Aria's trembling hands. The council of elders remained deathly silent. The crimson stain seemed impossibly bright against the white fabric, stealing every bit of warmth from the room. Aria's fingers tightened around the cloth. Her knees threatened to give way beneath her, but she forced herself to remain standing. The warrior who had delivered the cloth remained kneeling, his head lowered in shame. "We searched the eastern border from dawn until sunrise," he reported quietly. "The scent led us to the river crossing before it disappeared." "We believe they crossed into the northern pass." Rowan's jaw tightened. "The Lycan Kingdom." The warrior nodded. "I'm sorry, Alpha. We couldn't follow them." No one blamed him. Every wolf in the chamber understood why. No ordinary pack crossed into the lands beyond the northern mountains. Those lands had belonged to the Lycan Throne long before the first Alpha claimed a territory of his own. Few who entere
The council chamber had never felt so heavy. The grand room that had once been used to celebrate victories and welcome allies had become a prison of silence. Maps lay scattered across the long oak table, marked with hastily drawn routes leading beyond Mooncrest's borders. Red stones marked every place the scouts had searched through the night. None of them had found Audra. The first rays of dawn filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Outside, the green banners of Mooncrest fluttered weakly in the morning breeze, reminders of the Luna Ceremony that had turned into a nightmare. Every leader in the room wore the same expression. Defeat. Aria stood near the window, her back to the others. Between her fingers rested the tiny silver bracelet that had belonged to Audra. She ran her thumb over the delicate engraving, remembering how her daughter had laughed when she fastened it around her tiny wrist before the ceremony. It still carried faint sc
The nursery fell into chaos. Warriors poured through the doorway, searching every corner of the room. Cupboards were thrown open. Curtains were pulled aside. Every window was inspected. There was nothing. Audra was gone. Aria stood over the empty cradle, her hands trembling as she clutched the tiny silver ribbon left behind on the blanket. Her daughter had been here. Only moments ago. And now. She was gone. Nova's anguished howl echoed through her mind. “We need to find her.” Aria spun toward the door. "Search the borders!" Her Luna command rang through the pack house. “Close every gate! "Send scouts into the eastern forest!" "No one leaves Mooncrest!" Warriors rushed to obey. Within seconds, alarm horns echoed across the entire pack. The celebration had become a hunt. Rowan stepped beside her. "We'll find her." His voice was rough. I swear it." Aria looked at him. For a long moment, she said nothing. Then she pulled her arm away when he tried to steady her
The morning light in Mooncrest was soft and golden, spilling through the tall windows of the great hall and pooling on the worn stone floor. A fire crackled in the hearth, chasing away the last of the night's chill. The hall was quiet except for the rustle of parchment and the occasional coo of
Rowan woke to an empty bed. The sheets beside him were cold. The cradle was empty. For a moment, his heart seized, then he saw her. Aria stood at the window, Audra cradled in her arms, her silver hair loose down her back. The first pale light of dawn was just beginning to creep over the mountains
The days after Audra's birth passed in a blink of of the nights and quiet vigilance. Aria rarely left their chambers. The fortress was on high alert, patrols doubled, guards at every entrance, Bael's quiet presence a constant at the end of the corridor. Rowan spent hours in his study with Lois, r
The storm had passed. Moonlight spilled through the windows of the healer's wing, pale and clean, washing the room in silver. The candles had burned low. Elara had retreated to her quarters an hour ago, leaving strict instructions for rest and a pot of herbal tea on the bedside table. Aria lay p







