ArianaAccompanied by Beta Marcus, I made my way to the Silvermoon Clan, a mix of anticipation and trepidation stirring within me. The familiar surroundings brought back a rush of memories, both bitter and sweet. As we approached the clan's entrance, the goalkeeper stepped forward, his stern expression a clear indication of his intentions."Halt," he commanded, his voice laced with authority. "Who goes there?"I exchanged a glance with Beta Marcus before stepping forward. "I am Ariana, the daughter of alpha Andrew. I have come to visit my family." The face of this goalkeeper is very new. He showed a contemptuous expression after hearing my name, and called the other goalkeepers behind him to come forward.The goalkeeper's gaze narrowed as he eyed Beta Marcus with suspicion. "And who is this?""This is Beta Marcus, my companion," I replied firmly. "He accompanies me."the goalkeeper's stance remained unwavering. "I'm sorry, Ariana, but he cannot enter."I felt a surge of frustration, m

ArianaDarkness swirled around me as I chanted the ancient words of power, my fingertips tracing intricate patterns in the air. My connection to the hidden forces of magic surged within me, an untamed energy seeking release. The werewolves around us murmured in astonishment, their eyes wide with disbelief. "Isn't she an Omega? How is this possible?"As the arcane energies gathered around me, I directed them towards Seraphina, she now twisted by malice and hatred.Seraphina's eyes widened in shock as the witchcraft power enveloped her, restraining her movements and filling the air with an otherworldly aura. Her wolf form struggled against the invisible bonds, snarling and snapping with desperation. "What... What is this?"A surge of satisfaction coursed through me as I held her at bay, but her struggle only seemed to fuel her anger. Her eyes glowed with an eerie light, and her form shifted into that of a fearsome silver wolf. The transformation didn't diminish her power; if anything, i

ArianaAs the sun cast its warm golden rays through the thick canopy of trees, I stood amidst the forest, the cool breeze rustling the leaves around me. Lucas stood beside me, his red wolf eyes focused intently on me. We had been training tirelessly for days, pushing our limits to control the wolves within us."Again," Lucas urged, his voice gentle yet firm. "Focus your energy, Ariana. You're making progress."I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I summoned the power within me. The wolf's presence surged, and I felt the transformation begin. Fur sprouted from my skin, and my bones shifted as I morphed into my wolf form. The sensation was both exhilarating and unnerving, as if my entire being was being reshaped.Opening my eyes, I gazed at Lucas, his red wolf form watching me closely. He nodded in approval, a reassuring smile crossing his lips. "Good. Now, let's work on your combat stance."We spent hours practicing, his guidance helping me navigate the intricacies of controlling m

ArianaFinding Estella's bracelet in the forest yesterday always worries me, and a small voice interrupts my thoughts. Elara tugged at my hand with a pout on her face. "Mommy, Daddy, you've been so busy lately. You never have time to play with me."I crouched down to her level, my heart melting at her adorable expression. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Mommy and Daddy have had a lot on our plates recently. But we promise to spend more time with you, okay?"Elara's pout turned into a bright smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "It's okay, Mommy. I have a new friend to play with now."I raised an eyebrow, curious. "A new friend?"Elara nodded eagerly. "Yes! His name is Ethan, and he's really nice. He's the grandson of Elder Dawson from the Blood Moon Clan."Lucas chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, really? And what do you and Ethan do together?"Elara's face lit up as she recounted her adventures with Ethan. They would explore the woods, play hide and seek, and even have picnics. But what c

ArianaMy heart pounded in my chest as I stood at the heart of the turmoil, watching my mother's once graceful form contort and shift into a twisted reflection of herself. The moon mark on her back glowed with an unnatural light, a silver beacon against her silvery hair. My father, usually strong and resolute, knelt beside her, his eyes brimming with anguish and helplessness. He was trying to contain her, to protect her, but the toxins were stronger than anything he could do."Father, stay away from her, mother has lost her mind, she will attack you!""No, I can't, it's all my fault."My father tried to hug my mother, but my mother's eyes were red, her teeth were bared, and the wolf's claws scratched my father's face with blood."Father!" I yelled.The father was helpless, held back his grief and knocked his mother down with his backhand.I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, my body quivering with a mixture of fear and determination. My mother's transformation wasn't an isolated