LOGIN“This wasn’t supposed to happen.” I wanted to be free. No mates. Even though most times I felt otherwise. But then they showed up. Pain in wolf form The very two people I was supposed to hate. Now, everything is changing. My heart. My power. My future. And the worst part? I don’t know if I’m running from them… or from myself.
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ELMA.✿
"Are you happy for Tessa," Shera's voice cut through the music, attracting a few gazes in our direction. The neon lights giving the entire place a bubbly feel but at the same time, making it impossible for me to make out anyone's faces.
"Yeah she seems very happy," I trailed off, letting the glass linger on my lips as I strain my eyes in the direction of the happy couple.
They seem so happy, holding each other tightly and swaying in the direction of the music
The groom bends over and whispers something in the bride's ear that gets her giggling.
I couldn't help the tear that escaped my eyelid at the sight of the sweet couple.
"Who wouldn't be, her mate is Nelang the commander of the pack soldier," she chimed, flashing me her new set of teeth jewelry.
"I guess I am even luckier because they are both my best friends," I shrugged indifferently, my lips curving into a smile, downing whatever was left of my glass of whiskey. Savoring as the hot drink burned every part of my insides it reached.
"Yeah you are," Shera fawned, her attention returning to the stage as the couple continued their lovely dance, "So tell me, have you finally found your mate?" She added, turning sharply in my direction, a nerve in my head cutting loose at her question.
"You think I would tell you if I have?" I smile, trying hard not to show the annoyance that had built inside of me at her question.
"Come on, Elma," she pressed, her eyes glistening with curiosity as she looked at me.
"Nah, I'm keeping my stuff secret," my mind racing back to the day Tessa had discovered that Nelang was her mate. I was the first person to find out.. more like she informed me first. We were both happy because her mate was Nelang, the third member of our trio squad. Now I just feel like the odd one out.
"What about Jones though?" Shera pops up again, maybe if she was not my younger sister, I would have done something to shut her up.
"He found his mate, so I don't really know.my fate with him" my voice unfaltering as I struggled to act unaffected by the ordeal. Jones and I have been in a relationship for three years now and now he suddenly had to leave me because he found his mate? Tch!
"Tough," she trails off, seemingly unsure of the appropriate response.
"Yeah," I nod, signaling to one of the ushers. I would need another drink if I intend to sit through the entire event.
My mind had already begun stiring in the direction of her words when her voice cut through the air, jolting me back to reality, “Maybe you will finally get the answers you need,” she murmurs, shoving me gently in the sides.
I bat my eyes, completely oblivious of whatever it was she was referring to, “Huh?”
“Jones coming here,” she explains and my Heart begun to beat rapidly against my chest at the mention of his name. I was barely able to recollect myself, when I saw a pair of pointed suede shoes stand in front of me.
Dragging my eyes from the floor, I locked eyes with the pair of green eyes I had always hoped to spend my forever with.
I tried to remain calm— to not give off the fear I had… the fear and doubts that lingered since I got wave of the news.
“Hii Elma,” his voice as dreamy as I remember.
I swallowed, struggling to remain my posture, “Um hi…Jones..you look good,” I stuttered, He was putting on the green tuxedo I had gotten him on our anniversary last month. The tuxedo I got because it matched his eyes, my palms sweaty as I managed to maintain the eye contact, trying not to give off any emotions.
“Thanks,”
I let my eyes wander and stretch behind him, “You are here alone?” I inquired, my curiosity getting the best of me.
“No, I'm here with Freya,” his voice cold and detached.. “she is my—
“Mate,” I completed, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat, “ I have heard the news Jones,”
“See Elma we need to talk about something,”
“You really want to reject me, Jones?” I snapped, “You had picked me as your chosen mate and now you were going to throw it all away?”
“Don't say it that way Elma. You and I know what we shared was strong,”
“Save it Jones,” I interject, not wanting to hear anymore of it. It was already getting really difficult to hold the tears in, “ go on ahead with what brought you here,”
He stepped back and I couldn't help but stare at him one last time— one last time before he stopped being mine. He straightened up, adjusting his tie, his eyes the coldest I've seen them,
“ I, Elma Raleigh of the Nexton pack, reject you, Jones Akilar, as my chosen mate,” I watched as his eyes widened at my words. I was enjoying this— taking him by surprise as I spoke first. My ears were attentive to the murmurs that rippled from the guests close to us. But I was determined, determined to not be at the receiving end.
chosen mate,”
He ran his free hand through his hair and I was certain that I had put him in a tight spot, “and I, Jones Akilar, of Nexton Pack, accepts your rejection,”
“Excuse me,” I declared, making my way through the crowd, they did not deserve to see me break down— not now, not ever.
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"How are you doing Ray, congratulations on your mating ceremony," I scream into the phone, trying my best to conceal my emotions with a hearty laughter.
"Ouuuuuu," she squeals, causing my eardrums to bleed from pain, " thank you thank you. Where are you? I could not spot you at the ceremony,"
"I had errands to run," I lie, my heart stinging with guilt, "But don't worry I will be at your house first thing tomorrow morning,"
"Promise?"
"Pinky promise," I chime, thankful for the fact that she did not press for the actual reason why I had left so early, I thought she must have gotten wave of the news by now.
"Alright I have to--
"Hang up because Nelang can't wait to consummate the marriage," I said with a smile, stopping myself from imagining the entire scene
"You know too much," she shrieks, her voice still hoarse from all the drinking.
"I can't help it," I giggled before the line goes dead.
Standing in the middle of the forest, the cool wind slapping against my face, the rustle of the tree leaves filling my ears as the birds chirped in the distance.
The quietness bringing a sense of peace to my soul as I stood there, gazing into the moon, clips from my life flashing before me.
"Why have I not being given a mate yet?" I sigh into the air, a tear escaping my eyelid as I recounted my life.
At twenty three, a lot of my mates have been gifted with mates and now have a family of theirs, but in my case, the moon goddess seems to be playing games.
I have had relationships with people who ofcourse had tough luck finding their mates, but unlike me, they all found their mates a few months after being in a relationship with me, with the exclusion of Jones, who found his' three years after.
I really thought he was my compensation from the moon goddess, I thought he would be mine to keep, but as always fate can be cruel.
"If I would have a chance to talk to the moon goddess, maybe she can tell me what I did wrong," I scream into the air, the birds flying away at the sound of my voice.
There was silence and then the sound of the wind whipping through the trees, creaking and groaning like an old rocking chair.
"I heard you want to see me," a chill voice came from behind me, and from the rib chilling cold and drowsiness that I felt, I knew in my guts who exactly it was.
"Yes---- yes I did, but i--- didn't think," I stuttered, swallowing the rest of my words, not daring to turn back to face her. The force that radiated from her leg was crippling.
"That I would come?” There was a slight edge to her voice, and then a sigh, “Elma dear you are being worked up for nothing," she sighed, her voice sending chills down my spine, "and I am not being biased,"
"You say you're not biased, or maybe I am under a curse of some sort," I snort, scared of the courage that surged through me.
"Since you are in such a hurry, what type of mate do you want?"
My mind was thrown into a frenzy at her question.
What type of mate do I want? I couldn't help but ask myself. Reflecting on the relationships I have had, I finally arrived at my answer.
But I guess there is a reason why they say be careful what you wish for.
Chapter: The Day the Mountain Came SouthElma’s POVThe summer arrived quietly.No grand announcement.No storm breaking over the hills.Just warmth settling into the land one morning and refusing to leave.The orchard was heavy with fruit. Branches bowed beneath olives and figs. Bees drifted lazily between wildflowers. The grove hummed with life.I should have been happy.Instead, I was restless.I noticed it first in the mornings.I would wake before dawn and sit on the porch with a cup of tea, staring at the road.Not waiting.At least that’s what I told myself.Just looking.Just thinking.Just remembering.The lie became harder to believe with each passing day.Because every time a rider appeared on the distant path, my heart betrayed me.And every time it wasn’t him, I felt foolish.I was old enough to know better.Old enough to understand that people built lives elsewhere.Old enough to know that love—whatever shape it took—didn’t always mean proximity.Yet some stubborn part o
Elma’s POVThe first thing I noticed that spring was how the orchard did not ask permission to survive.It simply did.The trees that had once stood bare and skeletal were now filled with stubborn green, their branches thickening again as if the world had decided—after everything that it was still worth continuing.I stood at the edge of the grove with my hands buried in soil that smelled alive again.Not healed.Not whole.Just… alive.Behind me, the cottage creaked softly as Harlan moved inside. He had grown quieter over the months. Not sad, exactly. More like someone learning how to live inside a memory without letting it consume him.The girl no, not a girl anymore , had left for the northern settlements three weeks ago. She said she wanted to “see what the world looks like when it isn’t filtered through books.”I told her she would come back changed.She smiled and said that was the point.Everyone was leaving.Everyone was becoming something else.Except me.Or so I thought.The
Chapter: The First Winter Without HerKaelen’s POVThe wind in the Western Crags did not whisper—it judged.It came down the jagged slopes like a living thing, cold and sharp, cutting through wool and skin alike, testing bone and breath. Kaelen felt it the moment he crossed the High Pass, when the last scent of olive groves faded and the air turned thin with stone and memory.He did not look back.Not because he didn’t want to—but because Elma had taught him something simple and unyielding: A man who walks forward carries more than a man who lingers behind.Still, he felt it.The weight of the bundle in his pack.The iron key against his ribs.And something else—something softer, harder to name.The memory of a woman who had remade the world with quiet hands.---### The Council of HornsThe Western Crags rose like broken teeth against the sky, their peaks crowned with ice that never melted. The settlement itself clung to the mountainside in layers—stone upon stone, built not with gra
Kaelen’s POVThe wind in the Western Crags did not whisper—it judged.It came down the jagged slopes like a living thing, cold and sharp, cutting through wool and skin alike, testing bone and breath. Kaelen felt it the moment he crossed the High Pass, when the last scent of olive groves faded and the air turned thin with stone and memory.He did not look back.Not because he didn’t want to—but because Elma had taught him something simple and unyielding: A man who walks forward carries more than a man who lingers behind.Still, he felt it.The weight of the bundle in his pack.The iron key against his ribs.And something else—something softer, harder to name.The memory of a woman who had remade the world with quiet hands.---### The Council of HornsThe Western Crags rose like broken teeth against the sky, their peaks crowned with ice that never melted. The settlement itself clung to the mountainside in layers—stone upon stone, built not with grace, but with endurance.Kaelen’s arriv
Ridwan’s POVSleep abandoned me before dawn. My wolf had been pacing all night, snarling in restless circles, dragging me out of every attempt at rest. I didn’t know what was wrong …only that something was.Elma’s scent still clung to the back of my throat, sharper somehow, heavier than before. It
Elma’s POVThe night clung to me like a second skin. I sat cross-legged on the thin mat in my tent, my hands buried in my hair, tugging at the roots as if pain could erase memory. But no matter how many times I tried to push it away, it came back in waves…Roshan’s lips crushing against mine, the ra
Roshan’s POVThe camp was quiet, too quiet. Wolves slept with one ear open, warriors took turns on watch, and the forest breathed around us. Yet I couldn’t close my eyes. Not with the memory of the river burned into me … Ridwan standing too close to her, Elma looking at him with something in her ga
Ridwan’s POVThe morning was cool, but the restless burn under my skin refused to fade. I had not slept…not truly. My wolf paced and snarled inside me all night, unsettled, watching the shadows like they carried a secret it couldn’t name.And then I saw her.Elma.She moved through camp quietly, al












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