The Alphas Triplets

The Training and the Bond-Part 1

The day after the revelation felt different-quieter, yet charged.

Every sound in the forest carried meaning, every flicker of moonlight seemed to watch. Even the pack moved with new sort of reverence around us, the way people walk near a sleeping storm.

Father called the training “bond work.” The elders called it “balancing.” Whatever name it had, it started at dawn.

We met in the clearing behind the packhouse, where the trees grew in perfect circles, older than the Red Moon Pack itself. A ring of stones marked the ground, etched with digits I didn’t recognize. When the morning mist clung to them, the carvings glowed faintly-silver, gold, and violet.

Lilly stretched her hands toward the circle. “It feels… alive.”

“It should,” Father said. “It was built by the first Luna lines. The stones hold the Moon’s reflection. They’ll answer you, if you listen.”

He turned to us. “ Jennie, you lead. Your light is the anchor. James, you hold the channel. Lilly, you steady the pulse. Together, breathe.”

We did. For a moment nothing happened-just the sound of wind through pine needles and our own uneven hearts. Then a faint hum began underfoot. My mark burned warm, and light spread across the circle.

Lilly gasped. “It’s working.”

James grinned, ever reckless. “ Of course it’s working. We’re awesome.”

The hum deepened. The air thickened. My pulse matched the rhythm of the stones. The light between us brightened until I could barely see my own hands.

Then it faltered.

A rush if energy surged from my chest, sharp and cold. Lilly cried out. Jame’s grip on my shoulder tightened. The light shattered outward in a spray of sparks, and I dropped to my knees, gasping.

“Jennie!” Father’s voice broke through the haze. “Control it!”

“I’m trying-“ The words came out as a growl. I could feel the power clawing against my ribs, desperate to escape. The earth trembled.

A strong hand caught my wrist. The energy steadied instantly, as if recognizing something equal. Dominic’s voice was calm beside me. “Breathe through it, not against it.”

I hadn’t seen him arrive, but he was there now-standing close, his presence grounding me like iron. His eyes met mine, and the bond flared so sharply that the world went silent.

“Again,” he said softly. “Together this time.”

We tried again.

This time, I matched my breathing to his-slow, deliberate. The wind light inside me found rhythm, a pulse that echoed his. The stones glowed once more, steady and calm. The circle held.

Father watched in silence for a long time before finally nodding. “Good. Again tomorrow. But remember-control isn’t about restraint. It’s about harmony.”

As he and the others left the clearing, Dominic lingered. “You draw too much on your heart,” he said quietly. “That’s why it lashes back.”

I frowned. “And what should I draw from, then?”

He hesitated, then touched two fingers lightly to my temple. “Here. The Moon listens better when you think, not when you bleed.”

When I returned to the packhouse, Lilly and James were already waiting by the fire. James tossed me a piece of bread. “So, our new instructor’s a philosopher now?” Lilly smirked. “He’s something, all right. You nearly blew up half the forest until he touched your hand.”

I threw the bread back at him. “You both could’ve helped.”

Lilly’s smile softened. “We did. Just not enough.”

The warmth between us returned for a moment, fragile but real. Whatever we were becoming-whatever the Moon had made us-it was something we’d face together.

That night, the hum in my chest didn’t fade. It pulsed with every breath, echoing Dominic’s heartbeat even from across the house. When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed of the circle again-three lights spinning in harmony, a fourth watching from the shadows.