"Everyone owns a dark side, hidden from the world"
Moon Goddess
Moon Goddess is known as the kindest deity and the protector of wolves. She imbued wolves with her soul and power. She adores all wolves, regardless of their rank. She gave every wolf...
The only soul who had ever protected her.Yet no packmate mourned him. No comforting hand touched her back. The storm howled, the trees bowed, but no one came for the traitor's daughter.
Her clothes clung to her like chains as she completed the funeral rites alone. The priest and workers fled at the first crack of lightning, leaving her with nothing but the roaring sky.
The gravestone's letters shone faintly through the rain:
Mr. Arthur Dylan Hart Rank: Beta 19* - 20***
Olivia traced each carved letter with trembling fingertips, whispering words swallowed by the wind.
He was gone-and she was now truly alone.But she wasn't. Hidden beyond the veil of trees stood another girl-her twin.
Ivana's breaths came ragged, her eyes glistening. She had discovered her bloodline only a month ago, only to lose her father before she could speak his name to him.
The ache in her chest burned like fire, but beneath it lay an ember of hope-her sister.When the graveyard emptied, Ivana approached quietly, clutching white lilies in her hands.
Olivia didn't notice until she felt a soft hand resting on her shoulder. She flinched, turning sharply, her red-rimmed eyes narrowing.
"W-who are you?" Her voice cracked like dry wood.The girl before her was composed yet trembling.
Her features mirrored Olivia's so closely it made the air between them tighten. Olivia's eyes were stormy blue; Ivana's shimmered with witchlight gold.
Two reflections-one cursed by wolves, the other by magic."I am your sister," Ivana whispered. "Ivana Hart." The words hung in the air, fragile as glass.
Olivia's world tilted, and then-her father's dying voice echoed like an oath carved in stone:"Do not trust her, Olivia.
She is a witch. Promise me you will stay away... no matter what."Her wolf, Nina, growled in her mind, urging obedience.
Without a single reply, Olivia turned and walked away, her shadow swallowed by the mist.Ivana stood speechless, rain soaking into her skin, sorrow twisting into resolve.
She watched her sister vanish into the fog, her heart aching yet steadfast."Don't worry, Olivia," she whispered to the grave.
"I'll come back for you. I'll get you out of this place... even if it kills me."And with that vow, she disappeared into the forbidden woods-back to her coven, back into exile.
Meanwhile - The Alpha's Office
The scent of rain clung to the air.
Alpha Marcus Campbell sat behind his oak desk, his expression unreadable. Candlelight flickered over the harsh planes of his face-cold eyes, proud jaw, the weight of power sitting heavily on his shoulders.
"Marcus," said Mr. Jorden Carter, the former Beta, his tone sharp with reprimand. "A true Alpha does not choose whom to mourn. Arthur Hart served this pack once, regardless of his mistakes. It's your duty to console his daughter."Marcus scoffed.
"Uncle, you know how I feel about that man. His death is a blessing. I owe his daughter nothing-least of all a spot in my college. I'm not running a charity." Carter's brow furrowed.
"You may hold the title of Alpha, but you still lack a leader's heart. If you cannot show mercy, Marcus, you will lead your pack into ruin." The young Alpha's smile was thin and bitter. He'd expected this.
Carter had raised him when his father died; his words still carried weight-annoying, inescapable weight. So Marcus only bowed his head slightly.
"As you wish, Uncle Carter. I'll see her," he said smoothly, masking the venom in his thoughts with practiced charm. As Carter left, the room fell silent. A faint smirk touched Marcus's lips.
The meeting would happen, yes- But mercy would not be part of it.
Later That Night Thunder rolled in the distance.
Olivia sat by her window, writing aimlessly in her journal-the ink smudged by falling tears she refused to acknowledge. The storm outside mirrored her heart, unrelenting and dark. A sudden knock made her jump.
No one ever knocked at her door. She rose slowly and opened it to find a man dressed in the servant uniform of the Alpha's estate. His expression was curt, his eyes devoid of empathy.
"Ms. Hart," he said with formality devoid of warmth. "Alpha Marcus Campbell has summoned you to his office. Nine o'clock sharp. Tomorrow morning." He placed a sealed envelope in her hand. The wax bore the Alpha's crest. Before she could respond, he tipped his hat with a nod and turned away into the rain.
Olivia stood there, heart pounding, her breath shallow. The rain pressed against the windows like restless ghosts.In her palm lay the letter that would reopen every wound she had tried to bury.
She did not know whether this summons would bring salvation-or destruction.
Only that her story was not over yet.
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