Luna
I sat in my bedroom, staring at the journal in my lap, my fingers absently tracing the edges of the worn leather cover. The words inside meant nothing. I had barely written a word since my mother's death, and every time I tried, the ink bled into emptiness.
The school day had passed in a haze. Camille had stayed by my side, her presence a lifeline, but even she couldn't break through the fog of grief clinging to me. The whispers about me had continued, but I had long since learned to tune them out. What I couldn't ignore was Rena Trevor.
Something about her unsettled me. She had only been at Silverwoods High for a short time, yet she felt... familiar. It made no sense. I didn't know her, had never met her before, but the glances she sent my way carried an odd weight, as if she knew something I didn't.
I sighed and closed the journal, setting it aside. The moment I did, a strange sensation prickled at the back of my neck. A whisper—not a voice, but a presence, something unseen brushing against my consciousness.
I shivered. Ever since waking from my coma, odd things had lingered at the edges of my mind. Fragments of a dream. Pieces of something bigger. Something I couldn't yet grasp.
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Detective Samuel
The break room at the Silverwoods Police Department was dimly lit, the coffee in my hands long since gone cold. Across from me, Caelum Graves sat with the ease of someone who knew more than he was willing to say.
"You haven't changed," I finally muttered.
Graves smirked. "Neither have you. Still carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders."
I ran a hand over my face. "This isn't just about me. It's about my daughter. About what's coming."
Graves leaned forward, his expression unreadable. "That's why I'm here. My people… we've always protected the balance. The wolves have their own laws, their own ways, but there are forces greater than them at play. You know that. The Revenants aren't just shadows of the past. They are waking up. And Luna—"
My grip on the coffee cup tightened. "She doesn't know. And I intend to keep it that way for as long as I can."
Graves exhaled. "Secrets have a way of unraveling themselves, Samuels. And when they do, will she be ready?"
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The Revenants Council
Deep beneath the earth, where moonlight had not touched in centuries, the Revenant council gathered. Hooded figures stood in a circle, their whispers merging into the silence. At the center, an elder with hollowed cheeks and piercing, unnatural eyes stepped forward.
"The prophecy speaks once more," the elder intoned. "The child of dusk and moonlight has awakened."
A murmur rippled through the gathering. Another figure, shrouded in deep red, hissed, "Then the chains will break soon. The lost will rise again."
"But she is unclaimed," a voice countered. "The path is not yet set. She wavers between destiny and defiance."
The elder's gaze turned toward the stone altar at the center of the room, where symbols older than time itself had been carved. "She belongs to us. The first king's bond cannot be severed. If she does not come willingly, we will ensure she has no choice."
A hush fell. Then, from the shadows, a presence stirred—one more powerful, more ancient than the rest.
Raziel.
His voice was smooth, but it carried the weight of command. "She will come to me. And when she does, nothing will stop the Revenants from rising once more."
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Ethan
The training grounds behind the Blackwood estate were quiet, the younger wolves sparring under my uncle's watchful eye. I sat at the edge, arms crossed as I stared at nothing in particular.
"You're distracted," Gideon remarked, stepping closer. "Your father gives you one order, and suddenly you're lost in your thoughts."
I clenched my jaw. "I'm fine."
Gideon chuckled. "You know, your father isn't wrong. That girl—Luna—she's nothing but trouble. You think it's a coincidence the Revenants are after her?"
I turned to glare at him. "Maybe she's a victim in all of this."
He scoffed. "Or maybe she's the reason it's all happening. The prophecy speaks of a child of dusk and moonlight, doesn't it? You ever stop to think she might be the key to bringing the Revenants back?"
A flicker of doubt crossed my mind, but before I could respond, my father's voice cut through the night air.
"Enough."
Tobias Blackwood stepped into the clearing, his expression as cold as ever. "We do not meddle in things beyond our control. Luna Samuels is not our concern. She is not pack, and we will not risk everything we've built for the sake of one girl. Do I make myself clear?"
I met his gaze but said nothing. It didn't matter. He had already made up his mind.
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Luna
Sleep did not come easily that night. The whispers in the back of my mind grew louder, their voices carried on the wind. I stood by my window, staring into the forest beyond our town.
Something was out there. Watching. Waiting.
I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself.
For the first time, I felt the weight of destiny pressing down on me.
And I wasn't sure I was ready for it.