Fated by the moon.

e in the small room she had been given, her thoughts consumed by everything that had happened. She tried to process the weight of Alfred's w

he sometimes felt within her, especially in moments when her emotions ran high. It was as though a part of

celess figure, chasing her through a forest of shadows, his breath hot on her heels. No matter how fast she ran, she could never esc

ed in sweat, her heart pounding, as if

and filtered into her room, things felt... different. The weigh

on starting her training. She had no idea what that en

of Alfred's betas, a tall, dark-haired wolf named Jace. He didn't speak much, his eyes scanning the area consta

ace said as they walked, his voice low and practi

s territory. She noticed the wolves that patrolled the perimeter, their eyes watchful, their movements swift a

aters sparkling in the early light. The trees surrounding the area were tall and sturdy, their branches swaying gently

toward her as she stepped into the clearing, and for a moment, their gazes locked. There was a strange, undeniable pull

er with a nod, his voice c

, something more intimidating, but instead, Alfred simply stood

asked, crossing her

e clipped, almost like he was holding back s

sed an eyebrow, trying to maintain some semblance of con

nnection to both the human world and the wolf world. But that doesn't mean you're fully in cont

ugh he could see straight through her. "And

ve a choice. You think you can survive this world by running away, but you can't. You have po

everything came down to a choice she wasn't ready to make. She had

ight?" Evelyn ask

rected her. "We're not at war yet, but we will be. A

within her. "I'm not a fighter, Alfred. I

," Alfred replied calmly. "We start

a matter of seconds. His movements were fluid, graceful, but there was not

e you," Alfred said, his

xed on hers, and for a moment, she felt like she could drown in the intensity of h

. "Feel the power insi

now where to start. But somehow, she couldn't shake the feeling that if she didn't li

his voice cutting through the confus

g for so long, trying to outrun her past, trying to outrun what she was. But here, in this mo

ir, the coolness of the river, the warmth of the sun on her skin. But beneath it all, there was something else-a pulse, a

, letting it expand until she could feel it in every fiber

sp

embling as the power inside her surged forward, unbidden. The air around her crackled, and for

d her, his expression unreadable. But he di

trolling the newfound power. It was still there, like a storm wa

" she whispered, her voic

full of understanding. "This is the beginning o

e her, and she had no idea how to control it. The power thrummed beneath her skin, wild and untamed, making her feel alive in a way she had never kno

ower, but she gritted her teeth, fighting against the panic that thre

very move. He made no attempt to help, no words of encouragement o

a grounding force in the storm raging inside her.

rds echoed in her mind as she tried to steady herself. Her eyes flicked to the ground, watc

ntapped force. It was so much more than just strength. I

ucted. "You need to use tha

the power still surging through her. As her foot touched the ground, she felt the energy pulse beneath h

her

ith her energy. She was barely in control, but she was moving. Her heartbeat matched

this time, there was a flicker of app

power in her feet driving her forward like an invisible force propelling her. Her body responded in ways she didn't full

into motion. She had no plan, no strategy-just the raw need to move, to test the limits of her new streng

er legs burning, but she did

power in her veins slowly receded, and with it, the speed, the intensity. Her ste

he could do was stand there, hands on her knees, as the remnants of power fizzled away. It was

ping the sweat from her brow. Her body felt like it was made of lead, her muscle

," Alfred said, his eyes scanning

still spinning. "I don't know

gaze softening slightly. "You didn't think

rt still racing. "Dangerous?

ow how to control it." He paused, his voice lowering. "You're not just a hybrid. You're the daughter of two powerful bloodlines-

, though it was weaker this time. "I don't want to be part of th

orting. "I understand that. But the Crescent Pack won't stop until they have you. A

, her thoughts swirling with confusion. Her mind was racing, and yet, she knew one thing for certain- Alfred was right. No

ain. "Not just for yourself, but for the people you care about.

She didn't want to be a weapon. But she couldn't ignore the truth of it: if she didn

ed. "But it won't be easy. There

voice steady but filled with uncerta

you think. But strength is not just about power. It's about control. And that's wh

chest. She didn't want to be part of this war, didn't want to be traine