The sound of snarls split the night.
Ariana's heart pounded as she gripped the balcony railing, her breath caught in her throat. Down in the courtyard, two enormous wolves tore through the darkness — teeth flashing, claws slicing through air and earth.
The black wolf — Damon — moved like a shadow, every strike precise, controlled. The golden one — Ethan — was desperate, wild, bleeding.
They circled each other, growling low, a storm of power and rage.
"No…" Ariana whispered, panic rising. "He'll kill him."
Without thinking, she bolted from her chambers, skirts gathered in her fists as she sprinted down the spiral staircase. The guards called after her, but she didn't stop. The courtyard air hit her like ice, sharp with the scent of blood and fury.
She reached the edge of the battleground just as Damon lunged, slamming Ethan into the ground. The impact echoed through the night. Damon's massive paw pinned his brother's throat.
Ethan whimpered — not from fear, but defiance. His golden eyes met hers for the briefest moment.
"Stop!" Ariana screamed. "Damon, stop!"
The Alpha froze mid-strike. His silver eyes lifted, meeting hers — glowing, feral. For a second, she thought he wouldn't listen.
Then, slowly, he released Ethan and stepped back, chest heaving.
Ethan shifted first, collapsing onto the cold stone in human form, his body bruised and bleeding. Damon remained a wolf, towering, his breath visible in the moonlight. His gaze never left Ariana.
She rushed to Ethan's side, kneeling beside him. "You shouldn't have come here!"
He coughed, blood staining his lips. "I had to. You don't know what he's planning, Ariana. He—"
A deep growl silenced him. Damon shifted back, his form towering over them both, the moonlight turning his bare skin to silver. His voice came low and dangerous.
"You dare trespass on my land, brother?"
Ethan staggered to his feet, clutching his side. "You call this land yours, but it belongs to the Goddess — not your tyranny!"
A flash of rage crossed Damon's face, but his control returned instantly. "You always were reckless." His eyes flicked to Ariana. "Take him away."
Two guards appeared instantly, seizing Ethan by the arms. Ariana stepped forward. "No! Please—he's hurt!"
Damon's voice cut through her protest. "He's lucky to still be breathing. Don't test my patience, Luna."
Her wolf stirred at his tone — a mixture of fear and defiance burning inside her. She glared at him. "You can't call yourself my Alpha and expect me to obey when you act like a monster."
The words hung in the air, sharp as glass.
Even the guards hesitated.
Damon's jaw tightened. For a heartbeat, the Alpha façade cracked — and she saw something raw flicker in his eyes. Pain.
Then it was gone.
"Inside," he commanded.
She didn't move. "If you want me to obey, you'll have to drag me."
Damon exhaled slowly, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from his body. "Careful, Ariana. You're not ready to challenge me."
She raised her chin, defiant. "Maybe not. But I'm not afraid of you."
He stared at her for a long, heavy moment. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away — leaving her standing there in the moonlight, heart racing, tears burning behind her eyes.
That night, sleep didn't come easily.
Ariana sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the faint scar that now traced her palm — the mark from the Luna Binding. It pulsed faintly, glowing silver whenever the moonlight touched it.
She pressed her fingers to it, feeling the warmth beneath her skin. It was strange. Since the ritual, her senses had sharpened — her hearing clearer, her instincts stronger. And every time she thought of Damon, her pulse quickened in ways she couldn't explain.
Her wolf whispered to her from deep inside: The bond isn't what it seems.
She shook her head. "No. He made me his Luna for power, not love."
But her wolf only murmured, The Moon doesn't choose without purpose.
Before she could dwell on it, the door creaked open. Damon stepped in — silent, composed, his dark coat half-unbuttoned.
Ariana stiffened. "What do you want?"
"To talk."
She folded her arms. "About what? How you nearly killed your brother?"
His eyes darkened. "He came here to provoke me. You shouldn't have interfered."
"I shouldn't have interfered?" she shot back. "He's your brother!"
Damon's jaw clenched. "He was my brother. Until he betrayed this pack."
She frowned. "Betrayed you how?"
His silence was answer enough.
Finally, he said, "The less you know, the safer you'll be."
Ariana rose, meeting his gaze. "Stop pretending you're protecting me. You're protecting yourself."
Something shifted in his eyes again — that same glint of emotion she couldn't name. "You remind me of her," he said quietly.
Her heart stopped. "Her?"
He nodded slowly. "My first mate. The one I lost."
The room fell silent.
Ariana's throat tightened. "What happened to her?"
Damon's voice dropped to a whisper. "She was taken… the night the Blood Eclipse rose. The same night the Moon's mark first appeared on your family line."
Ariana frowned. "What are you talking about?"
He stepped closer, his voice low and steady. "You're not just a Luna, Ariana. You're the descendant of the Moon's first chosen — the Hidden Line. Your blood carries power even the Goddess fears."
She stared at him, stunned. "That's impossible."
Damon's hand reached toward her face, fingers brushing her cheek — unexpectedly gentle. "Then why does your mark glow under my moon?"
Ariana froze. The faint silver light pulsed again from her palm, brighter now, spilling across the floor. The air thickened with energy, the torches flickering wildly.
"What's happening?" she gasped.
Damon's eyes glowed in answer. "The Moon has begun to awaken you."
Ariana's heart raced as a warmth surged through her body — wild, powerful, ancient. Her wolf howled inside her mind, fierce and untamed.
And then, just as suddenly, everything went dark.
She collapsed into Damon's arms, unconscious.
When she awoke hours later, the sun was high. The room was empty — except for a single note left on the table.
Her trembling fingers unfolded it.
"You are the key, Luna. Keep your strength hidden. They are coming for you — even the Goddess cannot stop them."
— D.B.
Ariana stared at the words, her pulse pounding.
Who was "they"?And what did the Moon want from her?
She looked at her glowing mark again — and for the first time, it felt alive.
The Moon's mark had awakened.But so had something darker — something that had waited centuries for her blood to rise again.