The Alphas Triplets

Echoes of the Past - Part 1

Sleep came in fragments.

Every time closed my eyes, the world dissolved into silver mist and whispers. Faces I didn’t know drifted through the haze-wolves with eyes like starlight, a woman standing beneath a blood-red moon. Her voice wasn’t sound but memory, old and endless.

When I woke, my mark was glowing again. Faint, steady, pulsing in time with my heart. The air felt difficult, too- heavier, as if the night itself was waiting for something.

I pushed open my window. Outside, the forest slept under a thin crescent of moon. The same one that had watched me since my first transformation. For a moment I thought I saw her again- the Goddess- but the figure that shimmered among the trees wasn’t her.

It was the woman from my dreams.

Her hair was white as frost, her gown woven from light and shadow both. She didn’t move. She simply was - standing at the edge of the world like a reflection from another time.

“Who are you?” I whispered.

Her eyes, pale and infinite, met mine. When she spoke, her voice carried a weight that pressed against my bones.

“You bear my blood, child of the Moon. My name is lost to time, but you know me as the First Luna.”

The air around me pulsed, and before I could blink, the world shifted. My room vanished. The forest, the moonlight, even the scent of pine - gone. I stood inside a vast temple of black stone, moonlight pouring through a broken roof. At the center of the room stood an alter, cracked and weathered, it’s surface carved with the same intertwined crescents as our marks.

“This is impossible,” I murmured.

The Luna smiled sadly. “So is destiny, yet it binds you still.”

I stepped closer. The carvings on the alter shimmered faintly. Images rippled through them - wars, coronations, betrayals, lovers kneeling before a silver throne.

“What do you want from me?”

“To remember.”

The word echoed like thunder. The images changed again, faster now. I saw her - the First Luna - standing beside a wolf with eyes of molten gold.. Her mate. His power was vast, wild, and terrible. Then came the blood moon - and his betrayal.

“He loved me,” she whispered, voice trembling. “But love is hunger when it meets power. I chose the Moon. He chose the dark.”

The scene dissolved into fire and ash. The temple collapsed, her scream swallowed by the night. The image of her mate lingered in the smoke - his eyes were Carter’s.

I gasped, the vision shattering. My room returned in a blur of moonlight and shadow. The mark on my hand burned like fire.

Someone banged on the door. “Jennie!”

Lilly burst in, eyes wide. James followed, pale and shaking.

“You saw her too,” Lilly said. It wasn’t a question.

“Yes,” I whispered. “And I think… she saw us.”

We sat in silence for a long time, the fire crackling in the hearth, our marks glowing faintly in unison.

James finally spoke. “That place - the temple - it felt real.”

“It was,” I said. “Or it will be. I don’t know which.”

Lilly rubbed her arms, trying to shake off the chill. “She said something to me. “The past doesn’t sleep - it waits.”

“She said something different to me,” I murmured. “She told me to remember.”

James frowned. “Remember what?”

I looked down at the faint silver crescent on my palm. “Everything.”

That night, none of us slept again. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same temple, the same fire - and the same promise burning in the First Luna’s voice:

The past is not gone. It’s only buried.