The Moonlit Night
The wind slipped through my window, tugging at the thin white curtain.
Mom had called from the kitchen, telling me not to stay out too late, but something inside urged me to step outside.
It was one of those strange nights—the moon looked larger than usual, round, glowing, almost threatening.
I stood in front of the mirror, trying to remind myself that I was just an ordinary girl: a student, a daughter from a normal family, already engaged to a man who promised me a safe, stable life.
So why was my heart racing so wildly?
On the way back from the library, the forest path felt darker than ever. My footsteps echoed, and then I heard it—
a bark? a howl?
I froze.
The shadows around me seemed to move.
“Who’s there?” I whispered, my hand trembling.
Then, from between the trees, a man stepped out.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Eyes so dark they gleamed like the moon itself.
He shouldn’t have been there. The way he moved—silent, precise—wasn’t human.
“You shouldn’t be alone on a night like this,” his voice was low, deep, unsettling.
“S-sorry… you’re scaring me,” I said, taking a step back.
He came closer—not quickly, but enough for my pulse to pound louder.
“I don’t mean to hurt you, Emma.”
I froze.
How did he know my name?
“Who are you?” I demanded.
He held my gaze, too long, too intensely. Then, with a half-smile that was both arrogant and unbearably sad, he said:
“My name is Kian. Alpha of the Shadow Pack. And you… you were destined to be mine.”
The forest went silent. Even the wind stopped.
“Yours?!” I snapped, my blood boiling. “I don’t even know you! I have a fiancé, I have a life!”
His smile didn’t fade, but there was no joy in it.
“Fate doesn’t ask. The moon has chosen. And if you refuse to accept it… everything you know will fall apart.”
My heart hammered so hard it hurt. All I wanted was to run home, forget this terrifying encounter.
But deep inside, something whispered that nothing in my life would ever be the same again.