Chapter 5 Shadows of the Past

Chapter 5

Shadows of the Past

The clearing was silent now, the mist curling along the ground like living shadows. Arielle's pulse still raced from the Moon's Test. Her legs were sore, her chest heaving-not just from exertion, but from the suffocating closeness of the Moon King. Even as the pack whispered in the shadows, it was his presence she felt most acutely, the tether of the bond pulling tighter with every heartbeat.

He had not left her side. His hand brushed hers as they walked back through the moonlit paths, fingers barely touching, yet each contact igniting a fire beneath her skin she couldn't control. Arielle wanted to recoil. She wanted to resist. But the pull-the undeniable connection-was impossible to deny.

"Do you know why they fear me?" he asked suddenly, voice low, smooth as silk over steel. His silver eyes glinted in the pale moonlight, and she shivered.

"I... I think it's because of your power," she murmured cautiously. "And... your age. They say you've ruled for centuries."

A faint smile curved his lips, almost amused, almost predatory. "Centuries." The word rolled off his tongue like a curse. "I have seen packs rise and fall. I have watched alliances shatter, mates betrayed, and empires crumble. And through it all... I remain. I protect what is mine, and I destroy what threatens me."

Arielle felt a chill, equal parts awe and fear. The Moon King was more than legend-he was a force of nature, immortal, relentless, unyielding. And yet, beneath the silver eyes and the centuries of dominance, there was a quiet... something else. Vulnerability? Desire? The thought made her pulse quicken.

"They say you've never failed," she whispered, almost involuntarily.

He paused, turning to her fully. The shadows cast by the moon outlined the sharp angles of his face, and she caught the faintest glimmer of something human in his gaze. "Never," he admitted softly. "Until now."

Her breath hitched. "Until now?"

"Yes." His voice dropped, heavy with meaning. "You are unlike any mate I've ever been bound to. You challenge me... resist me... and yet... the moon chose you. You awaken something in me I thought was lost to time."

Arielle's knees nearly buckled at his words. Desire, fear, longing-they twisted together inside her, impossible to untangle. She wanted to pull away, but the bond... the bond held her, drew her closer, made her want to lean in, surrender.

A sudden rustle in the distance drew both their gazes. Shadowy figures approached-wolves from a rival pack, their eyes gleaming red in the moonlight, their growls low and menacing. Arielle felt the hairs on her arms rise.

"They've come," the Moon King said, his tone lethal, protective. "The council sent them. They will test you, test me... but they will fail. Because I will not lose you."

Her breath caught. "You... you'd protect me?"

His silver eyes met hers, unyielding, possessive. "I claimed you. I will protect what is mine, Arielle. Even from the world itself."

The rival wolves circled, snarling, teeth bared. Arielle's heart pounded-not from fear of them, but from the Moon King's closeness, the power radiating from him like the full moon itself. He stepped forward, tall, commanding, a predator in his element, and the pack around him fell silent.

"You see," he said softly, his hand brushing against the crescent mark on her neck, "the world fears me. They do not understand... and neither do you yet. But you will. And when you do... you will know there is no choice but to belong to me."

Arielle's breath caught in her throat. Her mind spun with fear, awe, and desire. She should have run, screamed, resisted-but the bond pulsed, warm and insistent, reminding her of the truth she couldn't deny.

She was his.

The Moon King had claimed her.

And as the rival pack circled closer, their growls filling the night, she realized with a mixture of fear and exhilaration: the world had shifted. Nothing would ever be the same.

Because belonging to him was no longer a question.

It was her fate.