Chapter 8
Kyle’s POV
“This is an unexpected development. Are you sure you’ve examined it carefully?” Dad asked, eyeing me seriously.
“I’ve tried,” I replied. “But the Winter Moon Pack’s territory is nearly impenetrable. It’s like a maze in the forest. Without the right knowledge, you can’t get through.”
Dad frowned, deep in thought. “It’s surprising that the girl is tied to the Winter Moon Pack. Have you checked her background thoroughly?”
I nodded, recalling what I’d observed.
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“She’s not the naive girl she once was. She’s changed a lot. Her personality, her strength… Everything’s different. She even slapped Nora so hard her face is still swollen. Doctors say it’s a two–month recovery.”
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Dad gave me a grave look.
“The Winter Moon Pack is powerful, second only to none in our world. They’ve held that position for years, and their members are much stronger than ours. One of theirs is worth three of ours. They’re blessed, they’ve got the legendary sign.”
“Legendary sign? What does that mean?” |
asked, curious.
Dad sighed, “Haven’t you noticed? The Alpha bloods have purple eyes.”
I paused, the memory hitting me. Yes. The Alpha and his daughter, Irina, both had those distinct eyes.
“So, Irina isn’t just involved with them. She’s really the Alpha’s daughter?” I questioned.
Dad nodded. She was once my mate, before the bond shattered.
A pang of regret surfaced–if only things had been different, perhaps she’d still be here.
“You were lucky back then, but now it’s all gone.” Dad’s voice pulled me back. “Even the Priest
Justin mentioned her.”
“Dad, can’t we try to mend things?” I asked, clinging to hope.
“And how do you propose that?” he asked skeptically.
“Irina is my mate. Even if the bond is broken, destiny can’t be denied. We just need her to understand that.”
Dad shook his head, unsure. “Are you sure? She cut ties with you two years ago. Even if you rekindle things, it won’t be like before.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I insisted. “If she returns and becomes my Luna, that’s all that matters. Jenika might be strong, but there’s no bond between us.
It’s just physical. Irina is different. Her strength and lineage now mean the pack will respect her. We need to talk to the Winter Moon Alpha, he’ll get it.”
“But what about Irina? Do you think she’ll come back to you?”
I smiled confidently. “Two years ago, she loved me deeply. Even if her exterior is strong, I believe she hasn’t forgotten. Once we convince her
parents, I’ll win her over again. I can rekindle that love.”
“Fine,” Dad agreed reluctantly, “If you’re so sure, then let’s try it your way.
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“Thank you, Dad,” I beamed. “I won’t let you down.”
I never imagined she’d become so beautiful after two years.
Her purple eyes captivated me, stirring an
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unyielding desire.
I left Dad’s study, craving release, and headed to my room. Hearing Jenika’s voice, I couldn’t resist.
As I pulled her inside, kissing her fiercely, I couldn’t help but think of Irina.
Soon, she’d be mine once more.
Aaliyah’s POV
After enjoying a meal with Mom and Kiya, a troubling thought struck me.
“Mom, why did I pass out suddenly? It happened twice now, once during the shift, and then again.”
Mom smiled softly, “Have you forgotten what I told you about your birthmark?”
shook my head, my memory foggy.
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“You’ve finally obtained your powers, my love.”
My eyes widened, a thrill rushing through me. I had my birthmark? I remembered Mom telling me about it in the past. But what sort of mark did I get?
“How, Mom? What kind of mark is it?” I asked eagerly.
She caressed my cheek tenderly, “You’ve been blessed, my dear. It’s rare, most special.”
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Tears shone in her eyes, and I reached out, concerned. “Mom…”
“I’m just so happy for you, sweetheart,” she reassured.
I beamed back at her, eager to learn more.
“You and Kieran both share similar marks,” she continued. “He has an eagle, and you, my dear, have a Huma.”
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A Huma? I frowned, puzzled.
“A Huma?” I repeated.
Kiya looked surprised. “Aali, you don’t know?”
I shook my head, clueless.
“Huma is like a Phoenix,” Kiya explained. “Fiery and magnificent.”
My eyes widened in amazement. “Really?”
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Mom nodded, patting my hand. “Though no one has seen it, legends mention it. Having this means great fortune.”
Hearing this left me breathless. A Huma, truly?
My thoughts drifted back to the dream–a massive bird shining with light.
Was that the Huma? If so, I’d witnessed it firsthand, in all its unparalleled beauty.
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My powers and strength I’d long awaited were finally mine.
The next few days were peaceful, a welcome change from the chaos of the past.
I stayed busy, honing my skills in the training field with my pack members.
When I wasn’t training, I indulged in good meals or lost myself in the library.
Grandfather’s library, a precious legacy from his time, was a treasure trove of books ranging from biographies to captivating novels.
I could hardly believe how he amassed such a collection.
The library had become a hub for pack children to study too, and a team of dedicated
caretakers managed book lessons to enhance their learning experience.
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Reflecting on my life now, it seemed like a dream compared to the nightmare I had endured.
In the not–so–distant past, I had suffered, allowing others to treat me however they pleased.
I used to tell myself that at least I had a family, and a mate, even when they turned out to be the very source of my pain.
A family that kidnapped me from my real parents and a mate who didn’t consider me his
own.
It was sickening just thinking about that time. If I hadn’t caught them red–handed, I would’ve still been trapped there.
Early one morning, as
I entered the library,
Meagan’s familiar voice greeted me warmly.
“Miss Aaliyah, you’re here early today.”
I smiled at the elderly woman behind the glass desk, setting fresh lilies on the table.
Meagan, with her curly brown hair and kind blue eyes, ran the place.
“Good morning, Meagan. I was bored in my room. Do you have anything special today?”
“You’ve read almost all the books,” Meagan replied with a knowing smile. “But there’s always Row 7.‘
Ah, Row 7. I nodded eagerly, anticipating uncovering something new in Grandfather’s collection. It was like a never–ending adventure.
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“Thank See you later,” I said,
waving as I headed deeper into the library.
With twenty shelves lined with everything from ancient tomes to modern novels, war stories, poetry, and more, the library was a sanctuary.
I made my way toward Row 7, the ancient section. Browsing the books, one title caught my eye: “The History Behind The Wolves.”
The book intrigued me; the cover depicted a wolf in a dark silhouette.
Its bold, italicized title whispered promises of stories untold.
I moved to a nearby table, opening it to the first chapter, which delved into the evolution of wolf culture. But when I saw the drawing of a black wolf, it captivated me instantly.
Underneath was a single word: Opal.
