Ariana
Rain, relentless and unforgiving, seemed to mirror the tempest that raged within my heart. I stood at the edge of the Blood Moon Pack's territory, drenched to the bone, my soul heavy with the weight of rejection. The memory of his cold laughter reverberated in my mind, a cruel reminder of the chasm that separated us.
With every raindrop that fell upon me, I felt a surge of pain, each one a tiny prick that added to the growing storm of emotions within. I had sought understanding, clarity, even a glimmer of compassion, but all I had received was mockery—mockery that cut through my resolve like a blade.
As the rain soaked through my clothes and chilled my skin, I felt a deep sense of despair settling over me. The world around me seemed to blur, my vision clouded by both the physical rain and the tears that had begun to flow freely down my cheeks. I sank to my knees, my hands gripping the wet ground as though seeking solace from the earth itself.
The heartache was almost unbearable, a crushing weight that left me gasping for air. I had believed, hoped, that he might see beyond the boundaries that divided us, that he might recognize the connection we shared. But his laughter had shattered that hope, leaving me feeling broken and discarded.
I stayed there, kneeling in the rain, until the cold had seeped into my bones and my body felt numb. It was as though the external storm had merged with the turmoil in my heart, creating a symphony of pain and despair that echoed through my entire being.
When I finally managed to drag myself back to the safety of the Silver Moon Pack's territory, I was a shivering, waterlogged mess. The rain had washed away the remnants of my makeup, leaving my face bare and vulnerable—a mirror of the raw emotions that churned within me.
The next day, the consequences of my recklessness manifested in the form of a fever that raged through my body. I lay in my bed, shivering and delirious, my thoughts a chaotic jumble. The world around me seemed to blur and warp, reality blending with fever-induced dreams.
In my moments of clarity, I would catch glimpses of my friend Estella—loyal and unwavering—who sat by my bedside, concern etched into her features. Her presence brought a fleeting sense of comfort, a reminder that I was not entirely alone in this tumultuous journey.
"Hey, you're awake," her voice was a soothing balm as she leaned over me, her hand brushing a strand of damp hair away from my forehead.
I managed a weak nod, my throat dry and scratchy as I attempted to speak. "Yeah... how long...?"
"You've been out for a day," she replied gently, concern evident in her eyes. "How are you feeling?"
I shifted in the bed, wincing as my body protested the movement. "Weak. Cold."
She reached for a nearby blanket, tucking it around me with a gentle touch. "You'll get through this. Just rest and let your body heal."
I managed a faint smile, grateful for her presence and her unwavering support. "Thank you for being here."
She smiled back, her eyes filled with warmth. "Of course, you're my friend. I'll always be here for you."
When my fever finally broke, leaving me weak and exhausted, she remained by my side. I clung to her as though she were my lifeline, the only anchor in a world that had become increasingly turbulent.
It was in the cocoon of her embrace that I finally allowed myself to unravel, the floodgates of my emotions bursting open. The tears flowed freely, my sobs echoing through the room as I cried out the pain that had been building within me.
"I was abandoned by my mate," I sobbed, the words a bitter admission that left a bitter taste in my mouth.
Estella held me tighter, her presence a soothing balm against the wounds that had been inflicted upon my heart. She offered no words of comfort, no empty promises, but her mere presence was enough—a reminder that I was seen, heard, and loved.
A few days later, I was getting sicker and worse, but my family was getting ready for Seraphina's wedding, and no one was paying attention to me.
From my room, I could hear the animated chatter of my family as they busied themselves with preparations. The impending wedding of my twin sister Seraphina to the notorious Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, Lucas, was the talk of the Silver Moon Pack—a joyous occasion that had cast a shadow over my own heart.
My parents' voices carried through the air, a harmonious blend of pride and excitement. "Oh, he's such a catch, isn't he? Our Luna-to-be has truly found a worthy mate," my mother Marilyn cooed, her tone laced with admiration.
My father Andrew's hearty laughter rumbled in response. "Indeed, my dear. It's a match that will surely bring honor to our pack."
Seraphina's voice chimed in, her words tinged with a mixture of smugness and anticipation. "Can you believe it, Mother? I, the warrior of our pack, will soon be joined with one of the most powerful Alphas in the werewolf world."
The words hung in the air, a subtle reminder of my own place within the pack. Seraphina had always been the pride of our family, her warrior skills and unwavering determination earning her adoration and respect. In contrast, I, the quiet and unassuming twin, had often felt like a shadow cast in her formidable wake.
As the rain continued to fall outside, I clutched the blankets tightly around me, a mixture of sadness and resignation settling over me. The reality of Seraphina's impending union with Lucas was a painful reminder of my own shattered dreams.
My sister's footsteps drew near, the door to my room creaking open as she entered. "Look at you, still bedridden," she remarked, her voice a blend of faux sympathy and condescension.
I mustered a weak smile, attempting to mask the turmoil that churned within me. "Just a minor setback. I'll be back on my feet soon."
She let out a dismissive laugh, her gaze lingering on me with a mix of superiority and amusement. "Well, it's a good thing you're not the one getting married, isn't it? We wouldn't want anything to ruin the grand celebration."
ArianaThe words were like a dagger to my heart, a stark reminder of my own perceived insignificance. I knew she didn't mean to hurt me intentionally, but the impact of her words cut deep, leaving a wound that seemed to widen with each passing moment.Before I could respond, my parents entered the room, their faces beaming with pride. "Darling, we've been so caught up with the wedding preparations that we almost forgot to check on you," my mother exclaimed, her voice filled with concern.My father nodded in agreement. "How are you feeling, my dear?"I offered them a small, tired smile, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be alright. Just need a bit more rest."My sister's laughter rang out once again, a sound that grated against my already frayed nerves. "Resting as usual, I see. Well, don't worry, Lucas will be able to take care of you once he's officially a part of the family."Her words were a mixture of teasing and mockery, a reminder of my own perceived inadequacies. I felt a
LucasThe night hung heavy with tension as I paced the dimly lit room, the storm outside mirroring the tempest that raged within me. Damn, I got the wrong wife. How stupid."You fool! Do you not see what you've done?" The voice that erupted from within me was not my own, but that of the wolf that resided within my very being. Its anger was palpable, a violent force that surged against the barriers I had erected to keep it at bay.I clenched my fists, my jaw tight with frustration. "This is not the time, wolf. I need to think, to figure out how to fix this."The wolf's laughter was a chilling echo in my mind."Think? You dare to speak of thinking when you've jeopardized our mate, our Luna?" The wolf's growl was ferocious, a guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine. My wolf is very irritable, its strength is very strong, sometimes it can even control my body when my consciousness is weak, that's why I seal it.I gritted my teeth, my patience wearing thin. "You know nothing of wha
ArianaI left a farewell letter to my parents, which is just beside my bed, I don't know if they have seen it or not.The days wore on as I journeyed through unfamiliar lands, seeking refuge in various hostels along the way. Each night, I found myself surrounded by the laughter and intimacy of loving couples, their affectionate gestures a stark reminder of the companionship I had lost. In the hostels, I watched as couples shared tender glances and whispered sweet words, their closeness a testament to the warmth of their bond. This relieved my loneliness of traveling alone.One evening, as I sat alone in the common area of a hostel, lost in my thoughts, a gentle tap on my shoulder roused me from my reverie. I turned to see a couple standing before me, their smiles kind and welcoming. In their hands, they held a small cake, its soft scent of vanilla and sweetness filling the air."We noticed you've been alone," the woman said, her voice soft and compassionate. "We wanted to share a lit
ArianaFive years laterAfter staying in the witch tribe, I got a lot of warmth and learned witchcraft from Gertrude.Under her tutelage, I had delved deep into the intricacies of magic, navigating a labyrinth of spells, incantations, and ancient rituals. Days blurred into nights as I poured over ancient tomes, my fingers tracing the faded words that held the secrets of generations past. Gertrude's guidance was relentless, her expectations high as she pushed me to harness the raw power that flowed through my veins. "You must channel your energy with precision, Ariana," Gertrude admonished, her voice a melodic yet stern reminder of the stakes at hand. "Magic is not a force to be trifled with. One misstep, one misplaced intention, and the consequences could be dire."I nodded, sweat trickling down my brow as I attempted to conjure a simple illusion. The air shimmered around me, the image forming before dissipating into nothingness. Frustration welled up within me, my hands trembling w
ArianaLucas battered and outnumbered, stood against a backdrop of hostility. My heart raced as a surge of conflicting emotions washed over me, surprise and apprehension.The wolves surrounding Lucas were huge, with black fur, and I guess they were Black Moon clan. This is the second time I have seen a werewolf of the Black Moon Clan, and they are more domineering than I imagined.I couldn't stand idly by while he faced the threat of the Black Moon tribe.Drawing upon the magic that had become an extension of myself, I focused my energy on creating a diversion—a veil of illusion that shrouded the surroundings in a mist of confusion. The attackers hesitated, their attention momentarily diverted as they tried to make sense of the shifting shadows.Seizing the opportunity, Lucas managed to break free from his assailants, his movements swift and determined. A surge of satisfaction coursed through me as I watched him regain his footing, his determination evident even in the midst of chaos.
ArianaThe forest was a tapestry of shadows and moonlight as I stood before him, my heart caught in a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to consume me. The past and the present collided, a clash of memories and realities that left me momentarily disoriented.His words hung in the air, a declaration that sent shockwaves through my senses. "Our daughter," he had said, a truth that defied reason and comprehension. I felt a mixture of anger and frustration rise within me, a surge of emotion that threatened to override my thoughts. "Don't be ridiculous," I retorted, my voice laced with skepticism. "You're overthinking things. She's not yours."He seemed unfazed by my words, a determined glint in his eyes. "I know what I feel, Ariana," he replied, his voice steady and unwavering. "My wolf can sense it, can sense the connection between us."I scoffed, a bitter edge to my laughter. "Your wolf? Please. You can't just claim something without evidence."His arms closed around me in a sudden
LucasThe forest seemed to close in around me as her words hung in the air, each syllable a reminder of the past, a past marred by my own mistakes and regrets. I stared at her, her gaze unwavering and filled with a mixture of skepticism and caution. "I can't trust you," she declared, her voice steady but laced with a hint of sorrow. "And I won't allow you to disrupt our lives any further."Her words were a punch to the gut, a sharp reminder of the consequences of my actions, the wounds I had inflicted upon her heart. I could feel the weight of her words, the barriers that she had erected between us, and a sense of desperation welled up within me."Ariana, please," I implored, my voice tinged with a mix of desperation and remorse. "I know I made a mistake, a terrible mistake. But I want to make amends. I want to be a part of your lives, of Elara's life."She held up her hand, a gesture that halted my advance—a gesture that reflected the walls she had erected, the boundaries she was de
LucasReturning to the Blood Moon Clan after the encounter with Ariana and the old witch was both a relief and a frustration. The familiarity of the clan's territory embraced me, yet the invisible chains that bound my heart were a constant reminder of the woman I had sought to reconnect with—the woman who had captured my heart and then slipped through my fingers like grains of sand.The impatient growls of my wolf echoed within me, a constant reminder of his yearning to break free, to unleash his primal form and reclaim the mate and pup that had been taken from us. His restlessness gnawed at my conscience, his complaints a sharp reminder of the consequences of my hesitation."You should have let me transform," his voice resonated within my mind, a mix of irritation and reproach. "We could have prevented this."I gritted my teeth, frustration and regret coursing through me. His words were like salt in the wound—an unrelenting reminder of my perceived failures, my inability to protect