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00:00heavy over the Silverfang Pax Grand Hall, casting silvery light over the gathered wolves.
00:05Tonight was supposed to be the start of everything. Her new life as Luna,
00:09her bond with Damien solidified, her place at his side undeniable.
00:14Isla stood before the Alpha, heart pounding, hands trembling at her sides.
00:19Damien reached for her, his golden eyes locked on hers.
00:23The bond should have snapped into place, a thread of energy between them,
00:26tying their souls together in a way nothing could sever.
00:29Instead, agony lanced through her.
00:33Isla gasped, doubling over as a searing pain burned through her chest,
00:37as if invisible claws were tearing at her ribcage. A choked sound escaped her lips,
00:43her fingers clawing at her skin. The hall blurred, the flickering torches streaking into smears of
00:48orange and gold. She reached for Damien, desperate, terrified. Nothing. The connection was supposed to
00:55be there, the invisible tether that would pull her into him, sealing their fate. But the space between
01:00them remained hollow, empty. The silence was worse than the pain. A beat. Then another. The quiet stretch,
01:10too long, pressing in like suffocating fog before the first horrified gasp cut through the stillness.
01:16She… she didn't bond. A rustle of movement, wolves shifting, muttering. Someone sucked in a breath.
01:26Someone else choked out a disbelieving laugh. The noise built, rising and crashing like a wave
01:32about to break. Isla forced herself upright, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. Her gaze darted
01:39to Damien. He wasn't moving. Why wasn't he moving? Her chest heaved, the pain still raw, burning under her
01:47skin like an open wound. Her body screamed for comfort. For reassurance. For him. But Damien… Damien took a
01:56step back. It was small. Maybe even unconscious. But it might as well have been a death sentence.
02:04The pack's whispers turned to outright voices now, rising into a deafening hum of disbelief and judgment.
02:11What does this mean? She's unworthy. A curse, surely. No Luna in history.
02:17The crowd hissed. Another took a step away from her. Cursed. The word wrapped around her,
02:24digging in deep. A brand. A noose tightening. Her breath hitched. Damien still said nothing.
02:32Her mate. The man she had spent years loving, training for, hoping for, stood still, watching
02:39her like she was a stranger. And that was when Isla knew. She had never truly belonged here.
02:47Isla sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers curled into the sheets, jaw locked so tight it ached.
02:52The grand hall still pulsed with the sound of celebration,
02:56laughter spilling through the thick stone walls of the Silverfang estate. It should have been her
03:01celebration. Her bond with Damien should have solidified by now. The Luna's mark should have
03:07burned its way onto her skin. Instead, nothing. No mark. No bond. No mate. Only a locked door and the
03:18sinking realization that her pack—her family—was already deciding what to do with her.
03:24She exhaled slowly, forcing herself to focus on anything other than the thick
03:28knot of humiliation lodged in her chest. Across the room, the vanity mirror caught the
03:33glow of candlelight reflecting back a woman she barely recognized. Messy brown curls framed a face pale
03:40from shock, lips pressed into a thin, unforgiving line. Her hands shook, but she clenched them into
03:47fists before the weakness could take root. Outside, voices drifted up from the courtyard.
03:52She's a danger to the pack. A Luna who can't bond. It's unnatural. She hasn't done anything wrong.
03:59The bond failed, Sarah. You know what that means? A sharp bark of laughter.
04:05It means she's defective. Isla's stomach clenched. Defective.
04:11She had trained for this moment, her entire life. Learned every law, studied every ritual,
04:17perfected the art of standing beside an alpha without being overshadowed. And now,
04:22she was being discussed like a problem to be dealt with. She pressed her fingers to her temples,
04:27trying to push away the growing pressure in her skull. This couldn't be happening. This had to be a
04:33mistake. Maybe something had interfered with the bond. Some magical anomaly. Some ridiculous cosmic
04:39hiccup. Or maybe, a nasty voice whispered, you were never meant to be his mate. She shot to her feet,
04:48pacing across the room, forcing breath into her lungs. Her body still ached, her skin overly sensitive,
04:55like her nerves were protesting the severed connection. The room felt wrong, too small, too quiet,
05:01like the walls were pressing inward. She caught her reflection again, just for a second.
05:08And then, everything shifted. The mirror warped. The air buzzed. For a single heartbeat,
05:14a silver glow outlined her body, crackling with an energy that wasn't hers. Her eyes, once deep brown,
05:22gleamed like molten silver. Then it was gone.
05:27Isla stumbled back, knocking into the nightstand. The candle wobbled, wax spilling over the edge.
05:33Her pulse roared in her ears. That… that wasn't real. It couldn't be real. A trick of the light,
05:40her mind playing cruel jokes after an already catastrophic night. She ran both hands through
05:45her hair, forcing out a laugh that sounded a little too much like panic. Great, she muttered, losing my mate
05:52and my sanity in the same night. Love that for me. She glared at the mirror, daring it to do something
05:58weird again. It didn't. Of course it didn't. Because Isla wasn't cursed or glowing or marked by
06:06some mysterious force. She was just exhausted. Overwhelmed. Possibly on the verge of a nervous
06:12breakdown. Her body sagged against the bedpost as she dragged a hand down her face. Tomorrow,
06:18she'd find Damien. He'd explain everything. He had to explain everything. Maybe this was some
06:25bizarre test. Maybe the elders would perform another ceremony. Try to reforge the bond. Maybe.
06:30A knock at the door sent her thoughts skidding to a halt. She straightened, heart leaping into her
06:37throat. A long pause. Then a voice, low and clipped. The elders summon you at dawn. Then, footsteps,
06:46and silence. She sat frozen, cold dread curling through her veins. They'd already made their decision.
06:53The council chamber was colder than it had any right to be. Isla stood in the center,
06:58shoulders squared, chin high, even as her insides twisted into knots so tight she could barely
07:04breathe. The elders sat before her, their faces carved from stone, their expressions unreadable.
07:10And Damien? Damien stood at the back, arms crossed, his golden eyes distant, unmoved.
07:19She hadn't seen him since the night of the failed bond. He hadn't sought her out,
07:23hadn't offered a single word of comfort. Now she was here, standing trial like a criminal.
07:30One of the elders, a broad-shouldered man with graying hair, cleared his throat.
07:34The pack cannot afford uncertainty. His voice was calm, reasonable, like he wasn't deciding her
07:41fate with every syllable. A Luna who cannot bond with her mate disrupts the natural order. Asla's
07:47hands clenched at her sides. It wasn't my fault. We're not here to assign blame.
07:53Another elder, an older woman with sharp, hawk-like features, tilted her head.
07:58We're here to discuss what happens next. Something ugly coiled in her gut. They were speaking as if
08:05she were already gone. She turned to Damien, her last lifeline, her mate. Her voice was steadier than
08:11she expected when she said, Tell them. Tell them this isn't over. He said nothing. Her breath hitched.
08:19Damien? She tried again, a whisper now. Still nothing. He wasn't even looking at her. A slow,
08:26sinking horror wrapped around her ribs. He wasn't going to fight for her. She had spent years preparing
08:33for this role. Training to be the Luna he needed. Loving him. Trusting that when it mattered,
08:39he would choose her. And now, when she needed him the most, he stepped back. Not much. Barely a shift
08:48in posture. But it was enough. The elder with the hawk-eyes nodded, satisfied. Then it's decided.
08:57The words buzzed in Isla's ears, the world tilting dangerously. No, no, this wasn't how this ended.
09:04She opened her mouth, desperate to say something, to fix this. But then… a touch. A slip of paper
09:11pressed against her palm, so quick, so subtle, that she almost missed it. She turned her head just
09:17enough to catch the hooded figure beside her. A woman, cloaked and unassuming, standing among the
09:23pack's lower ranks. Isla didn't recognize her, but before she could react, the woman was gone,
09:28slipping into the crowd. Heart hammering, Isla curled her fingers around the note and glanced down.
09:35The curse is a lie. Find me before it's too late. Her skin prickled. She barely had time to process
09:42before the elder spoke again, sealing her fate. You have until the next full moon to break this curse.
09:49If you fail, you will be exiled from Silverfang. Permanently.
09:55The room spun. Exile. Thrown out of the only home she had ever known, passed away like a broken thing.
10:05Her gaze snapped to Damien. One last plea. One final,
10:08SAY SOMETHING DAMMIT! But he was already looking past her, like she was nothing.
10:13The final thread, holding her together, snapped. Fine. If they wanted her gone,
10:18they would have to drag her out, kicking and screaming. Or maybe… maybe she would leave on
10:24her own. The halls of the Silverfang estate had never felt like a cage before. Isla moved through
10:30the dimly lit corridors, the voices in the main hall fading behind her. She wasn't supposed to be here.
10:36She was supposed to be in her room, waiting for a miracle, for an answer, for some ridiculous twist
10:42of fate that would make all of this make sense. But the walls felt too close, the air too thick,
10:48and the last thing she needed was to sit in that room and let the weight of her exile crush her.
10:54So, she… walked. Barefoot, wearing the dress she had been meant to bond in. The soft blue fabric
11:01felt wrong against her skin now, like a cruel joke. She turned the corner toward the east wing,
11:07when voices drifted from the open council chamber. She recognized them immediately.
11:12Damien. Leon. Her heartbeat picked up. She shouldn't stop. She should not stop. She stopped.
11:19Pressing herself against the wall, she focused on their hushed conversation,
11:23ears straining for every syllable. She doesn't know. Damien's voice was sharp,
11:28low. Leon exhaled. You should have told her.
11:32A pause, then. It wouldn't have changed anything. The breath Isla had been holding lodged in her throat.
11:40She inched closer, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress. Leon's tone darkened.
11:46That's not true, and you know it. She deserved to know. Before the ceremony. Cold swept through her
11:53veins. Before the ceremony. Damien knew. She swallowed hard, heart slamming against her ribs,
12:01but she didn't move. She couldn't. Leon wasn't finished. You had time to fix this. To look for
12:08answers. You chose not to. Isla clamped a hand over her mouth. Everything inside her went still,
12:15like the moment before a storm, where the world held its breath and waited for destruction. Damien
12:20knew. Damien knew. Her mate. The one person in the world who should have stood by her had let her
12:26suffer alone. Her chest burned. A different kind of fire now. Something raw and ugly. Damien exhaled,
12:35tired, like this conversation had drained him. What was I supposed to do, Leon? His voice was quieter now.
12:43Tell her she was never meant to be mine. The words struck like a blade. Isla's breath came too fast,
12:51her pulse roaring in her ears. She turned, walking away before she did something stupid.
12:57Like storm in there and tear him apart. Like, ask him why. Like, beg him to love her anyway. She didn't
13:05realize she was running until she reached her room, slamming the door behind her, hands shaking.
13:10Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror across the room. Her face was pale,
13:14eyes wide, lips parted as she tried to drag in a full breath. She looked wrecked. But beneath all
13:20the shock, all the betrayal, something else flickered to light. Furry. Not just at Damien. Not just at the
13:26pack. At herself. She had spent her entire life preparing to be his Luna. Molding herself into the
13:34perfect mate, waiting for him to see her the way she saw him and the whole time he had known.
13:40He had looked at her, kissed her, held her, and kept this from her. He had let her believe she was
13:48broken. The paper in her palm crinkled as her fingers curled into a fist. The curse is a lie.
13:55Find me before it's too late. She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the decision had already been
14:00made. She wasn't staying here to beg for a place that would never be hers. She was going to find
14:06the rogue seer. And she was going to get the truth. The moon watched as Isla ran. Her bare feet pounded
14:13against the damp earth, breath sharp in her throat. The silverfang pack's borders stretched behind her,
14:19the towering pines swallowing her whole. The scent of rain clung to the air, thick with the promise of
14:26a storm. She had never been beyond the pack's lands alone. Not once. She had grown up surrounded by
14:33warriors, by rules, by a life that was mapped out before she was even old enough to understand it.
14:38And now she was running straight into the unknown? Only thread she had left to follow. She wasn't sure
14:44how long she had been moving before she saw it. Nestled in the heart of the woods, shrouded by curling
14:50vines and twisted roots, was a small, weather-worn hut. Her steps slowed. It looked like it had been
14:57abandoned for decades, the wood sagging, the roof barely holding itself together. A single lantern
15:04flickered in the window, casting golden light across the damp ground. A breeze rustled the leaves.
15:10You gonna stand there all night? Isla nearly jumped out of her skin.
15:16The voice, scratchy-dry amused, came from inside. She hesitated, fingers twitching at her sides.
15:22The door creaked open, revealing a hunched woman with skin like old parchment,
15:26her long, silver-thread black hair woven with beads and feathers, her eyes, milky and unreadable,
15:32locked onto Isla with an eerie kind of certainty.
15:36Took you long enough, the seer said, stepping aside. Come in. Isla hesitated.
15:41Every survival instinct screamed at her to run in the opposite direction. Instead,
15:47she stepped inside. The air was thick with the scent of herbs, and something older,
15:52something she couldn't name. Jars lined the shelves, filled with substances that shimmered
15:57or pulsed as though they were alive. The seer lowered herself into a chair, joints popping. Sit.
16:04Isla perched on the edge of a stool, stiff as a board. The woman studied her. Then she reached out,
16:11grasping Isla's wrist with surprising strength. A sharp inhale. Her lips curled into something
16:17between a smirk and a grimace. Oh. Oh, so that's why they were afraid. Isla's skin tingled.
16:26What? The seer's grip tightened, her cloudy gaze turning inward.
16:30You were never meant to be bound, girl. The words crawled up Isla's spine.
16:35What does that mean? The old woman didn't answer. She let go of Isla's wrist,
16:40shaking her head, mouth twisting like she had tasted something bitter. Damned fool of an alpha.
16:46Keeping secrets never ends well. Isla's pulse thundered. What does that mean? The seer sighed,
16:55rolling her shoulders. It means you were never meant to be Damien's mate. You were never meant to be
17:02anyone's mate. The air seemed to vanish from the room. Her stomach churned. No. She shook her head.
17:09That's not… A tremor rumbled through the ground. The seer stilled. The shaking deepened. A slow,
17:16steady pulse. And then… A howl. Not from a wolf. Something deeper. Older. The lantern's flame
17:24guttered. Isla's blood turned to ice. The seer let out a slow breath. Ah, she muttered. Well,
17:32that's not good. Chapter 5
17:35Head in sand, Isla folded her arms, planting her feet firmly on the creaky floor of the seer's
17:40hut. No, she said flatly. The old woman raised an eyebrow. No. That's right. Isla exhaled,
17:49trying to keep her voice steady. Because what you're saying, it's insane. The seer sighed,
17:55rubbing her temples as if Isla was personally giving her a migraine. I expected resistance,
18:01but this level of denial is just embarrassing. I'm not in denial, Isla snapped. I just…
18:07Her hands balled into fists. I came here because I thought you could help me break this curse. Not
18:13whatever this is. The seer settled into her rickety chair, studying Isla with those unsettling,
18:19cloudy eyes. Tell me, girl, she said, lacing her fingers together. What exactly do you think a curse
18:27is? Isla blinked. Excuse me? A curse. A spell. A sickness. Some cruel, cosmic joke. What do you think
18:35it is? The old woman leaned forward. Because what you call a curse is not a curse at all.
18:42It is the shackles placed upon something greater, and you are wolves who had once carried the power
18:46of the Moon Queen herself. The glow of the fire turned the night sky orange. Behind them, something
18:52howled. And it was not a wolf. The seer skidded to a stop beside a rocky outcrop, grabbing Isla's
18:58arm in an iron grip. We're being hunted, she said, voiced tight. We need to move.
19:04Isla opened her mouth, to ask by what, to demand what the hell was happening, to scream.
19:09But then the wind shifted. A familiar scent hit her nose. Her stomach dropped. Silverfang, no. No.
19:16This wasn't. She turned, just as figures emerged through the smoke. Three warriors,
19:23wearing her pack's crest. Her breath caught. Damien sent them, she whispered. The realization
19:30settled like ice in her chest. Not just hunters. Not just some unknown enemy. Her own people.
19:38The seer's grip on her wrist tightened. You still think you're meant to go back to them?
19:43She hissed. Isla couldn't answer. Because the lead warrior, one she had grown up with, trained with,
19:50was already reaching for her, voice sharp with authority. Come with us, Isla. Now. She didn't
19:57move. She couldn't move. Until her packmate, her friend, looked at her with something cold. Distant.
20:05Foreign. Orders. He was following orders.
20:08Her fingers curled into fists. Damien wouldn't. And then, as if summoned by her own desperation,
20:16Damien's voice slammed through the pack bond. Calm. Final. You should have stayed quiet.
20:21The bond snapped. Her knees nearly buckled. She had thought, despite everything,
20:26he wouldn't go this far. That maybe some part of him still. But no. Damien had chosen,
20:33and it wasn't her. A hollow silence filled her chest. She wasn't going back. Not now,
20:39not ever. The choice was made before she even opened her mouth. She turned to the seer,
20:44her voice steady. Teach me.
20:47ACT II CHAPTER VII ENEMIES AND ALLIES
20:51The wilderness stretched endlessly before Isla, vast and untamed, the scent of pine and damp earth
20:57thick in the air. It was nothing like the well-patrolled Silverfang Lands, where familiar trails
21:02guided every step. Here, the ground was uneven. The shadows longer. The sounds of unseen creatures
21:09rustling through the underbrush keeping her on edge. Mora trudged ahead, moving through the dense
21:14terrain with the ease of someone who had long stopped fearing it. Isla, on the other hand,
21:19was struggling. Her boots caught on roots, her legs ached, and despite her shifter blood,
21:24exhaustion settled in her bones.
21:27This would be easier if we stopped for food, she muttered, pushing a branch out of her way,
21:31only for it to snap back and smack her in the face. Mora didn't slow.
21:37And it would be easier if you weren't soft, Isla bristled.
21:41I'm not. The older woman shot her a look over her shoulder.
21:46When was the last time you hunted? Isla's mouth opened, then closed. Mora scoffed.
21:53That's what I thought. Heat flared beneath Isla's skin, frustration curling in her gut.
21:58She had trained her whole life to be a Luna, to lead, to rule, not to scavenge for food like some
22:05rogue. But that was exactly what she was now, wasn't it? They walked in silence for hours,
22:10the weight of everything pressing heavier with each step. By the time the trees thinned and a
22:15jagged mountain ridge came into view, Isla was running on fumes. Mora finally stopped, rolling her
22:22shoulders. We're here. Isla followed her gaze, eyes widening.
22:28Nestled between the cliffs and a winding river was a settlement unlike anything she'd seen before.
22:33Makeshift huts and tents clustered together, warriors sharpening weapons by a roaring fire.
22:39Wolves prowled between the buildings, some half-shifted, their glowing eyes tracking her movements.
22:45This was the rebel camp, a sanctuary for exiled wolves, rogues, and those deemed unworthy by
22:51Paklaz. A place that should have been nothing but a story to her. And now, she was standing in the
22:58middle of it. A man stepped forward from the crowd, arms crossed, head tilting as he took her in.
23:05Cassian.
23:06Even if Mora hadn't mentioned him, Isla would have known he was in charge. He carried himself with the
23:13easy confidence of an alpha. Except his power wasn't like Damien's. It didn't smother the air.
23:19Didn't demand submission. It dared her to meet it head on.
23:23Silverfang, he mused, his hazel eyes narrowing.
23:27Didn't think I'd ever see one of your kind crawling into my camp.
23:30Isla stiffened.
23:32I'm not one of them.
23:34Really? He smirked.
23:36You smell like them.
23:39Her jaw clenched.
23:40I-
23:41Mora stepped between them.
23:42She is here to train.
23:44Cassian's gaze flicked to the older woman.
23:47And you think we should waste our resources on a pampered little Luna who doesn't know how to
23:51survive a day outside her pack's walls? Isla's hands curled into fists. He was testing her.
23:57She had spent years schooling her face into careful neutrality, but that didn't work here.
24:02These wolves thrived on rawness, on instinct. So when Cassian raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening,
24:09Isla straightened.
24:10Give me a chance, she said. I'll prove I belong. His lips twitched.
24:17Good. He turned to the watching wolves. Who wants to fight her?
24:21Her stomach dropped. A chorus of eager growls filled the camp.
24:27Oh. Oh, shit.
24:31Cassian stepped back, and before Isla could protest, a wolf lunged. She reacted too slowly. One second she
24:38was standing, and the next she was flat on her back, dirt in her mouth, a knee pressed hard against
24:43her chest. Pain radiated through her ribs. Her attacker, an olive-skinned woman with braided hair
24:50and a wicked grin, leaned down. This isn't a pack ceremony, princess, she purred. We don't
24:59hold back here. Then she shoved off, leaving Isla gasping for breath. Laughter rippled through the
25:06crowd. Humiliation burned in her veins. But more than that? Rage. She scrambled to her feet, shoulders
25:14heaving. Cassian tilted his head. You done? No, not yet. She lunged again, moving on instinct this time,
25:22and while she didn't win, she lasted. Barely. By the end, she was a mess of bruises, chest heaving,
25:29but standing. Cassian studied her for a long moment. Then, just as he turned away,
25:35Maura's voice rang through the night. She is more than just a failed Luna. Isla swallowed hard as
25:43Maura's eyes gleamed. She is a silver wolf. Silence fell over the camp, and just like that,
25:51everything changed. Underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore,
25:56underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore,
26:00underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore,
26:07underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore.
26:12Chapter 8. Games and Trials. The rebel camp was alive with movement. The sharp clang of metal against
26:20metal ringing through the air. Isla stood at the edge of the training grounds, muscles sore from
26:25the night before. She had survived her first fight. Now came the real challenge. Cassian had agreed to
26:31let her stay, but not as a guest. If she wanted their protection, their knowledge, she had to earn
26:37it. Which was how she found herself standing across from Kai, her new trainer, and, judging by the way
26:45he looked at her, her worst nightmare. Kai was all sharp edges and careless smirks, a dagger twirling
26:52between his fingers. All right, princess, he drawled. Let's see what you've got. I told you not to call
27:00me that, he grinned. Do something about it, then. Heat flared under her skin, but she forced herself
27:06to focus. She had trained before. She knew how to fight. But as Kai lunged, she realized this was
27:13nothing like what she had been taught. The rebels didn't fight like the Silverfang warriors, all
27:18form and precision. They fought dirty, unpredictable, ruthless. She hesitated for half a second. That was
27:26all it took. The next thing she knew, she was on her back again, Kai crouching beside her with a lazy
27:32smirk. You really were sheltered, huh? She glared at him. But he wasn't wrong. This wasn't just about
27:39fighting. It was about unlearning. About tearing down everything she thought she knew and starting
27:45from scratch. She failed. Again and again. But she got back up. By the time the sun dipped behind the
27:53trees, her body ached. Her knuckles raw. But something inside her had shifted. And when Kai dragged her into
28:01the woods that night for a survival test, forcing her to track and take down prey with nothing but her
28:07instincts, she felt it. Her senses sharpened, her vision cutting through the darkness in ways it
28:14never had before. Something was waking inside her, and when she returned to the camp, victorious,
28:21Mora watched her with a knowing look. The Moon Queen is watching, child, she murmured.
28:27And she is waiting. The scent of blood and pine still clung to Isla's skin as she stepped into the rebel
28:33camp, her pulse steady, her breath even. She had done it. She had hunted. Killed. Survived. The weight
28:42of the carcass she had dragged back earlier had long since been lifted from her shoulders. But the
28:47weight of what it meant still pressed against her ribs. She wasn't a pampered Luna anymore. And the
28:54others knew it, too. She felt the shift the moment she entered the clearing. Wolves who had ignored her
29:00before now met her gaze. A few even nodded. Small gestures, but they meant everything.
29:07The rebels respected strength, not titles. She had spent her whole life being told who she was
29:13supposed to be, and for once, she was being seen for something she had done. Cassian leaned against
29:19the wooden fighting post, arms crossed, watching her with mild interest.
29:24Word is you didn't completely embarrass yourself out there. Isla rolled her shoulders.
29:30Try not to sound too proud. His mouth twitched. I don't do proud. But I do believe in momentum.
29:38Let's see if you can keep yours. He pushed off the post, clapping his hands together.
29:43Sparring match. Three on three. You, Kai, and Lyra against Jax, Tomas, and Ilara. No rules.
29:49Kai groaned. Why do I have to be on her team?
29:52Because you're annoying and I like watching you suffer, Cassian said easily.
29:57Lyra, the same rogue who had wiped the floor with Isla on her first night, grinned.
30:02Try to keep up, Princess. The title should have grated, but this time it wasn't filled with mockery,
30:08more like a challenge. Isla smirked. Don't slow me down, then.
30:14The fight started fast. Jax lunged at her, aiming high, but Isla moved. Not in the way she had before,
30:20all hesitation and second guessing. No. This time, she was already stepping aside before his fist
30:27could connect. She saw the way his muscles tensed, the way his weight shifted on his back foot.
30:33He had overcommitted, left himself open. She took the opening. Her fist slammed into his ribs,
30:40her knee coming up an instant later to knock him off balance. Jax hit the ground hard.
30:45A sharp whistle cut through the air. Well, damn, Kai muttered.
30:50Ilara and Tomas hesitated for a fraction of a second, but that was all Kai and Lyra needed.
30:55Kai flipped over Tomas, using his momentum to send him crashing into Ilara. Lyra swept in,
31:01fast and brutal, driving her opponent into the dirt. It was over. Fast. Breathless. Isla stood at the
31:09center of the training grounds, hands still curled into fists, heart hammering. For the first time,
31:14it wasn't from fear. It was exhilarating. Not because she had bested Jax. Not because she had won.
31:22Cause it had felt right. Like she was meant for this.
31:26A slow clap started. Cassian.
31:29That was unexpected, he admitted, eyes sharp with something new. Consideration. Not bad, Silverfang.
31:37A thrill shot through her chest. Lyra nudged her with an elbow. Might just make a rogue out of you yet.
31:44Kai grumbled something about beginner's luck, but even he looked at her differently now. She had earned
31:50this. Not with a title. Not with a name. With her own strength. The moment was shattered by a sharp
31:58intake of breath. Mora stood at the edge of the clearing, her face set in grim lines.
32:04They're coming. Silence fell. Cassian's expression darkened.
32:09Damien's wolves? She nodded. The weight of it pressed down, cold and sharp.
32:15They've found us. The warning came too late. One moment, the rebel camp was settling in for the
32:21night, fires crackling, wolves sharpening blades, or laughing over half-eaten meals.
32:27The next, the air split with snarls and the unmistakable scent of Silverfang warriors. Chaos
32:33erupted. Wolves lunged from the shadows, their movement swift and precise, the kind of discipline
32:39Isla knew all too well. This wasn't a warning attack. It was an extermination. Cassian's rebels
32:47met them head on. The night filling with the clash of steel, the snap of bone, the raw fury of battle.
32:53Isla's pulse pounded as she spun in the confusion. Instincts warring inside her. She wasn't ready for
32:59this. Something slammed into her back, nearly knocking her to the ground. She turned just as a
33:04dagger was shoved into her grip. Kai. His green eyes burned. You wanted to prove yourself? Now's
33:10your chance. He didn't wait for her response before diving into the fight. Isla gripped the blade,
33:16her fingers tightening around the worn handle. The weight was unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.
33:22Then she saw them. Wolves she had trained beside. And now they were coming for her. A blonde warrior
33:29lunged, recognition flashing across his face. Isla! She didn't hesitate. Her body moved, fluid and fast,
33:37her blade catching his wrist, twisting him off balance. He hit the dirt with a stunned grunt,
33:42eyes wide with something between disbelief and betrayal. She had no time to process it. Another
33:48came at her. Then another. She met them all. Not with hesitation, not with fear, with instinct.
33:56Everything she had been trained for, everything she had learned from the rebels. It clicked. She ducked
34:01low, dodging a strike meant to take her head off, and countered with a kick to the ribs. Someone howled
34:07in pain. The scent of blood, sharp metallic, coiled in her lungs, but she didn't falter. She had spent
34:16her whole life preparing to defend her pack. Now she was fighting against it. A shadow loomed,
34:22and suddenly Leon was in front of her, his broad form blocking out the chaos. His lip curled.
34:27You should have stayed where you belonged. She barely had time to react before he was on her.
34:33Leon had always been strong, fast, relentless. But so was she. He aimed for her ribs. She twisted.
34:39He grabbed for her wrist. She ducked under his grip. Their movements were a dance, rehearsed over years
34:44of sparring. Except this time, there was no laughter. No pulled punches. Only war.
34:50Leon snarled as she slipped past his defenses, landing a solid hit to his ribs. He stumbled,
34:56eyes flashing. This wasn't the same girl who had stood before the elders, waiting for judgment.
35:00She had been thrown out. Hunted. Betrayed. And now, she was winning. Leon fell to one knee, breathing hard,
35:08his expression flickering between fury and something softer. Pity, maybe. You think this
35:15changes anything, he rasped. Isla met his gaze, her own breath steady. It changes everything.
35:23The battlefield rang with dying cries, the rebels pushing the Silver Fang warriors back. The tide was
35:30turning. And then… A howl. Deep. Dark. Commanding. The battlefield froze. Isla's blood went cold as a
35:41massive black wolf emerged from the tree's golden eyes locking onto her. Damien had arrived.
35:48The battlefield stilled. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath as Damien stepped forward,
35:55his massive black wolf shrinking and shifting until he stood in his human face.
35:59The moonlight caught the edges of his bare skin, illuminating muscles carved by years of dominance.
36:06His golden eyes, predatory, unreadable, locked onto Isla like a hunter watching prey that had strayed
36:13too far. Every nerve in her body screamed at her to move, to run. But she held her ground, breathing hard,
36:22her fingers still curled around the hilt of her dagger. Isla. His voice was steady, calm,
36:29as if he weren't standing in the middle of a war zone. As if the bodies around them didn't matter.
36:35She said nothing. His head tilted, studying her the way one might examine a puzzle missing its last
36:40piece. Then he took another step, gaze sweeping over her disheveled state. Bruised knuckles, wild hair,
36:48the undeniable scent of rebellion clinging to her skin. A soft sigh escaped him, almost pitying.
36:57You were never meant for this life. Something deep in her chest clenched. She had spent years hearing
37:03those words in one way or another. Spoken softly when she wasn't strong enough in training, whispered
37:10behind her back when she tried to prove herself. Too delicate, too polished, too much a luna to ever be a
37:16warrior. Once, she might have believed him. But that girl was dead. She lifted her chin. And yet,
37:24here I am. His expression didn't change, but something darkened in his eyes.
37:30You don't have to do this. He stepped closer, voice lowering. Come back. Leave this behind.
37:36And I will call off the hunt. A hollow laugh escaped her.
37:41This? She gestured to the rebels behind her, the wolves who had taken her in when her own
37:46pack cast her out. You mean the people who didn't betray me? His jaw tensed, but his voice
37:53remained infuriatingly patient. You belong with me, Isla. With Silverfang. No. She had spent her
38:01life waiting for him to choose her. For her pack to accept her. For a place that was never really hers.
38:08But she wasn't waiting anymore. She shook her head, grip tightening around her blade.
38:13I will never go back. The words settled between them like a blade sinking into flesh.
38:19Damien's patience snapped. His golden eyes burned. So be it. Then he moved. Fast. Too fast. Isla
38:27barely had time to raise her dagger before his hand closed around her wrist,
38:31twisting her arm back with brutal efficiency. Pain lanced through her shoulder as she struggled
38:36against his grip. You're not ready for this, he growled, voice edged with something close to
38:42frustration. You know you're not. She bared her teeth, throwing her weight into a counterattack,
38:48but he dodged with ease, knocking her legs out from under her. She hit the ground hard,
38:53gasping. Damien loomed over her. Last chance. Rage flared inside her, hot and wild. She ignored the
39:02ache in her limbs, forcing herself up. I'd rather die than be yours. For a split second,
39:07something flickered in his expression. Then he lunged. She braced for impact. But before he could
39:14reach her, Cassian was there, slamming into Damien and knocking him back.
39:19Move, he barked, barely sparing her a glance as he fought to hold the alpha off. Kai grabbed her arm,
39:24yanking her away from the chaos. We're getting out of here. No, she protested, twisting against his grip.
39:29She wasn't running. Not again. But then she saw the battle turning. The rebels were holding their own,
39:35but for how long? Silverfang warriors swarmed through the camp like a tide. And Damien was stronger,
39:41faster than any of them. They couldn't win this. Not tonight. Her stomach lurched as Kai dragged her
39:47toward the tree line, the rebels retreating into the shadows. And then, Damien's voice cut through
39:53the night. Low. Final. Run all you want. I will always find you. A shiver ran down her spine. This
40:01wasn't over. Not even close. The underground sanctuary smelled like damp earth and blood. Isla sat against the
40:08rough stone wall, knees drawn up, her body aching from the battle she hadn't been strong enough to
40:13finish. The rebels moved around her, patching wounds, reinforcing barricades, whispering about
40:19what had just happened. But their voices blurred, drowned by the single thought thrumming in her head.
40:25Damien knew. He had always known. Her hand tightened around the blood-stained fabric of her shirt,
40:32pressing against the bruised ribs beneath. Her mind replayed his words from the battlefield,
40:38the calm certainty in them. Run all you want. I will always find you.
40:44She wanted to tear the words out of her skull, erase the way they coiled around her like chains.
40:49But before she could drown in them, a shadow moved at the edge of her vision.
40:53Mora. The old seer lowered herself onto a wooden crate, watching Isla with unreadable eyes.
41:00You were never cursed, she said without preemption. Isla's pulse jumped. Mora leaned forward,
41:05resting her elbows on her knees. You want the truth? Fine. The reason your bond with Damien failed
41:11wasn't because you were broken. It was because you were never meant to be bound to him at all.
41:16The air thickened. Isla forced a breath into her lungs. What are you saying?
41:23You are not just any wolf, girl, Mora said, voice sharp. You are a silver wolf.
41:30The words slammed into her. She almost laughed, almost told the woman to take her cryptic nonsense
41:35somewhere else. But something inside her paused. Because deep down, she knew it was true. Mora
41:42must have seen it in her face, because she nodded. The silver wolves were the strongest of our kind,
41:47blessed by the Moon Queen herself. But their power was too great, too wild. It threatened the balance.
41:53So she bound them. She sealed their abilities away, forcing them to prove themselves before they could
41:59awaken. Isla shook her head, trying to shove down the panic rising in her throat. No, I was supposed
42:05to be a Luna. I trained my whole life for… for what? Mora cut in. To be a trophy? A mate gifted to
42:13an alpha who is afraid of what you truly are? The words sent a sharp jolt through her. Mora's lips pressed
42:19into a grim line. Damien knew Isla. He knew from the beginning. A cold wave crashed over her.
42:27She barely heard the rest of Mora's explanation. That Damien had chosen to keep it from her.
42:33That he had let her believe she was cursed, rather than risk her growing into something stronger than
42:39him. Everything between them, every moment, every whispered promise, every touch, had been built on
42:46a lie. Her fingers twitched, and a strange sensation crackled beneath her skin.
42:53She looked down. A faint glow curled along her fingertips, silver and pulsing,
42:58like something waking up after a long sleep. Her breath hitched. This wasn't over. It was just
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43:34caring for war. Isla stood at the edge of it all, heart pounding. Mora's words echoed
43:40in her head. You cannot hide anymore. The choice sat in front of her like a dagger waiting
43:46to be picked up. If she accepted this, if she truly embraced what she was, there would
43:52be no going back. She wouldn't be Isla, the failed Luna. She wouldn't be the woman who
43:58had spent her whole life trying to fit into a role that was never meant for her. She would
44:03be something else, something unknown. But if she didn't accept it, she would die. She
44:08would lose, and she was so damn tired of losing. The weight of it, she said, I will fight. A
44:14hush fell over them. Then Mora nodded, something knowing in her expression. As the moon rose
44:19above them, silver light wrapped around Isla's body. Warm, powerful. The silver wolf was
44:27waking. The moon hung heavy over the rebel camp, silver light pooling over the clearing where
44:33Isla stood, breath steady, hands curled into fists. The night air was thick with the scent
44:39of sweat and earth. The sounds of training filling the space around her. Grunts, the clash of
44:45steel, the dull thud of bodies hitting the dirt. She had been at it for hours. Her muscles burned,
44:52her lungs ached. But she didn't stop. Not when Kai came at her again, his dagger a blur in the
44:58moonlight. Not when she spun, dodging the blade by a hair's breath before countering, her own dagger
45:04slicing through the air. Aimed. Controlled. Precise. Kai barely managed to block in time. When he stepped
45:12back, breathing hard, something flashed across his face. Not annoyance. Not mockery. Something
45:19close to respect. The realization sent a thrill down her spine. She had spent weeks breaking down
45:25the girl she used to be. The one who hesitated. The one who second-guessed. The one who had spent her
45:30whole life waiting for someone else to decide her fate. That girl was gone. The rebels saw it.
45:37The way they watched her now. It was no longer just Damien's rejected mate or the girl who didn't
45:42belong. She was something else. Something more. Maura stood at the edge of the training ground,
45:48arms crossed, expression unreadable. Finally, she stepped forward, her sharp gaze sweeping over the
45:53gathered wolves. She is ready, Maura announced. Silence rippled through the group. Kai let out a
46:00low whistle. Damn. That means she actually impressed you. Isla rolled her eyes, but her chest tightened.
46:07Maura rarely gave praise. The older woman met Isla's gaze. Something unreadable flickering in her milky
46:14eyes. The time has come to choose. A shiver traced down Isla's spine. Maura pulled the silver dagger from
46:21her belt. The same one she had given Isla that night in the hut. She held it out, waiting.
46:27The moment you accept this, you will never be the same. The words settled between them, heavy with
46:34meaning. Isla knew what she was asking. To step forward meant fully embracing what she was.
46:41It meant there was no more pretending, no more grasping at the life she had once wanted,
46:46but there was no hesitation left inside her. She reached out, fingers closing around the hilt of
46:52the dagger. Then, without breaking Maura's gaze, she lowered it to the ground and carved a deep line
46:57into the dirt at her feet. The air hummed. A strange electric pulse rippled outward, lifting the hair on
47:04her arms. It was as if the very earth was watching. She inhaled, steady, sure. Then, I stepped forward.
47:12Maura's lips curled at the edges, something almost like pride flashing across her face.
47:18A howl split the night. The tension snapped. A scout stumbled into the clearing, breathless,
47:23wide-eyed. Damien's forces, he panted. They're closing in. The hum in the air turned to ice.
47:30Isla's pulse pounded. The war was here. The rebel camp was alive with movement. Every wolf preparing
47:36for war. The air pulsed with urgency, but this time, Isla wasn't on the outside looking in. She
47:42wasn't a lost Luna searching for a place to belong. She was leading. She strode through the camp,
47:48her steps sure, her body thrumming with purpose. Wolves, who had once doubted her, now turned as she
47:55passed, waiting for orders. The weight of it should have felt suffocating. Instead, it settled into her
48:01bones like it had always been there, waiting for her to claim it. Cassian met her at the training
48:06circle, arms crossed, watching the camp shift into battle readiness. His hazel eyes flicked to her,
48:13unreadable. You know what's coming. Don't you? She nodded. His jaw tightened. And you know what
48:21you'll have to do. She swallowed. He didn't look away. If Damien comes for you, he won't be holding
48:27back. Are you ready to put him down if you have to? A cold knot formed in her stomach. Damien.
48:34She had spent years loving him, waiting for him to see her, even after everything some part of her
48:39had clung to the idea that there had been something real between them. But the man who had once held
48:44her like she was his future was now hunting her like she was a threat that needed to be eliminated.
48:50There was no going back.
48:51I will do what I must, she said, voice steady. Cassian studied her for a beat longer, then
48:58nodded. Then let's make sure you survive this. They gathered around the war table, a crude map
49:04spread across the surface. Mora traced her gnarled fingers over the inked lines, eyes sharp.
49:11A direct assault would be foolish. They outnumber us.
49:14We don't need brute force, Isla said. We need strategy. She turned to Kai, who was already
49:21grinning. Sabotage, he guessed. She nodded. If we cut off their supplies, we weaken them before the
49:28real fight even starts. Kai tapped his fingers against his chin. Bold, reckless, a little bit
49:34insane. Cassian smirked. Sounds like a solid plan. The strategy formed quickly. Kai and Isla would lead
49:43a small group behind enemy lines, targeting their resources while Cassian's forces prepared for the
49:48larger attack. It was dangerous. It was necessary. As the others dispersed, Isla slipped away from the
49:56noise, her feet carrying her toward the small pool near the edge of camp. The water shimmered under the
50:02moonlight, still and quiet. She knelt, staring at her reflection. She expected to see the same woman who
50:09had been cast out of silver fans. But the face that stared back at her was different. Stronger.
50:15A faint glow shimmered at her fingertips, tracing silver paths over her skin. It should have unsettled
50:21her. Instead, it felt like home. She inhaled deeply, the cold air filling her lungs. I am no longer his.
50:30The words settled over her like a vow. Then, the sound of a horn shattered the night.
50:35The enemy was here. Underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore, underscore,
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50:57world was eerily still. The rebels stood in position, waiting. Every heartbeat, every breath
51:04felt like the last moment before a storm. Isla stood at the front, hands steady, mind sharp.
51:10Kai leaned against a tree beside her. I don't know whether to be impressed or terrified by
51:15how calm you look right now. She exhaled slowly. It's not calm. It's focus. He grinned. Fancy way
51:24of saying I'm definitely panicking on the inside, but all right. A distant howl cut through the
51:30silence. It was time. She and Kai slipped into the shadows, their small team following closely.
51:37The enemy's camp wasn't far. Torches lined the outskirts, illuminating the figures of wolves
51:42preparing for battle. The closer they got, the harder it was to ignore the familiar faces.
51:47Wolves, she had once trained with, fought beside. Laughed with. And now, they were the enemy.
51:55A sliver of doubt curled in her gut, but she shoved it down. She had made her choice.
52:00They reached the supply tent undetected, Kai and the others moving swiftly to sabotage the stored
52:06weapons and provisions. But just as Isla turned to signal their retreat, a sound stopped her cold.
52:12A voice. Soft. Young. Familiar. She spun. A boy, barely old enough to shift, stood frozen in the
52:22entrance of the tent. His wide, brown eyes locked onto hers, horror spreading across his face. He knew
52:29her. The words hit harder than any blade. For a second. Just a second. Everything around her
52:37disappeared. Then Kai stepped beside her, pressing a dagger into her palm. Decide. The dagger felt too
52:44heavy in Isla's grip. The boy in front of her, no older than fifteen, stared at her with wide,
52:50terrified eyes. He had always been one of the younger trainees back in Silverfang, eager and desperate
52:56to prove himself. He had once begged her to teach him how to throw a proper punch. And now, he was
53:01looking at her like she was a monster. You're a traitor, he had said. Maybe he believed it. Maybe
53:08a part of her still did too. Kai's voice was sharp at her ear. He's seen us. We can't let him go.
53:16Isla knew what he meant. Loose ends got people killed. Her heart slammed against her ribs as she
53:23tightened her grip on the dagger. Her fingers trembled. Then, slowly, she lowered it.
53:29Take his weapons. Tie him up. Kai's breath came out hard and fast, somewhere between a scoff and a
53:36growl. Seriously? He's just a kid. She turned to face him fully. I won't kill someone who hasn't even
53:45had a choice in this war. Kai's expression hardened. Mercy gets you killed. Maybe, she said,
53:52voice steady. But I'm not Damien. The words sat between them, sharp as steel. Kai clenched his jaw,
53:58but he didn't argue. Cassian, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke.
54:03Fine, he said, nodding toward one of the rebels. Tie him up and leave him with the others. Kai
54:08muttered something under his breath, but didn't push it. The tension didn't fade, though. The
54:13other rebels had seen what happened. Some looked relieved. Others looked… wary. She had made her
54:20choice. But she would have to live with the consequences. The sky was bleeding red by the time
54:27the battle began. The Silverfang forces were regrouping, their warriors pressing toward the
54:32rebels' main defenses. Isla's orders had been clear. Cut off their command, and the pack would fall into
54:39disarray, which meant one thing. Leon. Damien's beta. His most loyal soldier. And the man Isla had
54:47once trusted with her life. She found him in the heart of the battlefield, issuing orders,
54:52his dark gaze scanning for weakness. He hadn't seen her yet. Good. She stepped forward. Leon.
55:01He turned at the sound of her voice, and something passed over his face. Shock. Relief. Then grim
55:07determination. You shouldn't be here, he said, drawing his sword. Isla lifted her own blade.
55:15I'm exactly where I need to be. Leon exhaled, shaking his head.
55:21They got to you, didn't they? She clenched her jaw. No one got to me, Leon. I made my own choice.
55:28His stance shifted, shoulders squaring. Did you? His voice was quieter now,
55:34because the Isla I knew wouldn't have turned on her own pack.
55:38That's the problem, she shot back. I was never given a choice. Damien knew what I was,
55:43he lied to me. He let me believe I was broken. Leon's jaw twitched. It wasn't like that.
55:50Then what was it like? Silence. His hesitation cost him. Isla moved first. She lunged,
55:58her blade slicing through the air. Leon blocked just in time, steel clashing against steel.
56:04The impact sent a jolt up her arms, but she didn't let up. They moved in a deadly rhythm,
56:09attacking, blocking, countering. Leon was good. She was better. Her strength, her speed, her instincts.
56:17They were sharper now. She wasn't the same wolf he had trained beside. And he knew it. His movements
56:23grew more desperate, his strikes sloppier. Isla fainted left, then drove her knee into his ribs,
56:29sending him sprawling onto the ground. She pinned him before he could recover, her dagger pressing
56:35against his throat. Leon's chest heaved, his dark eyes locking onto hers. You're supposed to be our
56:44Luna, he whispered. Isla swallowed hard. I was never supposed to be his.
56:52The battle raged around them, but in that moment, only silence remained. The battlefield stank of
56:58blood and desperation. For a fleeting moment, Isla thought they were winning. Silverfang warriors
57:05were scattering. Cassian's rebels pushed forward, driving them back, their movements fueled by grit
57:10and defiance. The tide was shifting, and Isla breathless, blade dripping, believed they might actually
57:18pull this off. Then the air changed. A slow, rippling tension spread through the clearing,
57:25like the forest itself was bristles, stood in position, waiting. Every heartbeat, every breath,
57:31felt like the last moment before a storm. Isla stood at the front, hands steady, mind sharp. Kai leaned
57:37against a tree beside her. I don't know whether to be impressed or terrified by how calm you look right
57:43now. She exhaled slowly. It's not calm. It's focus. He grinned. Fancy way of saying,
57:52I'm definitely panicking on the inside, but alright. A distant howl cut through the silence.
57:58It was time. She and Kai slipped into the shadows, their small team following closely.
58:04The enemy's camp wasn't far. Torches lined the outskirts, illuminating the figures
58:08of wolves preparing for battle. The closer they got, the harder it was to ignore the familiar faces.
58:15Wolves she had once trained with, fought beside. Laughed with. And now, they were the enemy.
58:22A sliver of doubt corer spreading across his face. He knew her.
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