Winter Moon 소설 & 이야기

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Chapter 4: Full Moon’s Claim The full moon hung heavy in the stormy sky like a watchful eye, casting silvery light through the attic windows of the old lodge. Elara stood by the dusty window, her braided hair falling over her shoulders, cream hoodie pulled tight against the chill that seeped through the cracks. Rain still whispered against the glass, blurring the pine forest beyond into soft, dreamy shapes. She felt like that young girl in the stories—reflective and uncertain under the cool blue glow of uncertainty—yet drawn toward something warmer, a golden pull she couldn’t resist. Her body hummed with the aftermath of stolen moments, a secret fire that made every breath feel heavier.

The first Winter Solstice of the grounded era arrived not with a celestial signal, but with a biting northern wind that turned the silver lilies of the Fringe to brittle glass in a single night. The Silver Moon was encased in a Great Frost, a natural, non-technical weather pattern that pushed the temperature so low the air felt like it was filled with needles. I stood at the window of our lakeside cabin, my Tempered Heart drumming a steady sixty beats per minute, its solar enzyme flaring with a protective heat that kept the frost from creeping across the glass. Beside me, Killian watched the clouds, his silver eyes reflecting the heavy gray sky.

The moon hung heavy and crimson in the night sky, casting a blood-red glow over the sprawling grounds of the Blood Moon Packhouse. Wolves moved like shadows across the snow, laughter and music spilling from the great hall where the celebration roared. The rare Blood Full Moon was a night of power—a night when bonds were strengthened, instincts sharpened, and dominance reaffirmed.

All were silent and patiently waiting, most were parents and understood the interruption. “I apologize for that. We do know the when and where. The prince plans to complete his goal at the full moon festival during the spring equinox.” “That is a sacred time of year when wolves from all over the country join together the renewal spring represents, the season and our bond with our king.” Gamma Derek said, sounding shocked and horrified. “It's almost the perfect plan they can blend in with the crowd and the king will be most vulnerable during the bonding ceremony; it would be the perfect time to strike.” Beta Zara sounded almost impressed.

The moonlight spilled across the forest clearing like liquid silver, catching in the strands of Jaxon’s dark hair as he stalked ahead of me. His shoulders were tense, every muscle in his back rigid beneath his black shirt, the Alpha aura simmering in the air around him. I could feel it pressing against my skin, hot and sharp like static before a storm.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin