Chapter Three :- The Girl the Moon Was Hiding
800 Words
(Third Person POV)
Leyla’s life returned to its quiet rhythm.
Morning bells rang through Blood Moon Pack, calling students to school and workers to their duties. The village woke slowly, lazily, as if danger were a distant concept meant for other places and other people.
Leyla walked the same path every day.
School in the morning.
Helping her mother in the afternoon.
And every evening, the infirmary.
She liked the infirmary more than anywhere else in the pack.
It smelled of crushed herbs and warm tea. The windows were always open, letting in soft light and birdsong.
Pain felt smaller there contained, manageable, something that could be eased with careful hands and patience.
Leyla moved gently between beds, changing bandages, checking fevers, offering quiet smiles.
She didn’t speak much.
She didn’t need to.
The people who came there were already exhausted from pain. They needed calm more than conversation.
Aunt Safiya, the head healer, watched her one evening as Leyla carefully cleaned a deep cut on a young boy’s arm.
“You should have been born amedic, not an omega,” Safiya said with a fond shake of her head.
Leyla flushed. “Maybe the Moon made a mistake.”
Safiya paused, studying her.
“The Moon never makes mistakes, child.”
Leyla laughed awkwardly, unaware that Safiya’s words carried more weight than either of them understood.
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Outside the infirmary, Warda was waiting leaning against the doorframe, chewing on a piece of dried fruit, bouncing on her heels.
“Finally!” she exclaimed. “I thought you moved in there permanently.”
Leyla smiled. “Some people actually enjoy being useful.”
Warda gasped dramatically. “Are you implying I’m not useful?”
“You’re useful for gossip.”
“Exactly! The most important job in the pack.”
They walked together down the dirt path, the sun dipping low and painting the sky in soft gold.
Warda talked nonstop.
“Did you hear that the Gamma’s son failed his strength trial again? And that Elders are acting strange? And that Silver Claw is sending another patrol tomorrow and......”
Leyla laughed. “Slow down. You’re going to pass out.”
Warda grinned. “If I die, at least I’ll die informed.”
They sat near the riverbank, kicking their feet in the water.
Warda studied Leyla quietly for a moment.
“You know,” she said, softer now, “you’re too kind for this world.”
Leyla blinked. “That’s not true.”
“It is. You see the best in everyone. Even people who don’t deserve it.”
Leyla shrugged. “Maybe people become better when someone believes they can.”
Warda smiled, unaware she was sitting beside the most hunted girl in the future.
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That same night, far from the laughter by the river, the elders gathered in secret.
Candles flickered against stone walls. The air felt heavy with tension.
“She’s near,” one seer whispered. “I can feel her power rising.”
“Blood Moon,” another elder said grimly. “The signal is strongest there.”
Elder Rafiq closed his eyes.
“The prophecy repeats itself. Four Gifts. One soul.”
“And the rogues?” someone asked.
“They’re not attacking packs,” Rafiq said. “They’re collecting candidates.”
A long silence followed.
“Girls close to shifting,” the seer added. “Especially healers. Especially those with weak bloodlines.”
Because powerful gifts often hid inside gentle souls.
And the Moon loved irony.
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Leyla slept that night with a book on her chest, curled under thin blankets, dreaming of nothing more dangerous than missed exams and forgotten homework.
She didn’t know:
the Moon had marked her before birth,
the elders felt her presence like a growing storm,
or that entire factions were searching for her without ever seeing her face.
The prophecy whispered through hidden circles:
In this era, a girl will be born with the Four Gifts united.
Strength of wolf.
Healing of moon.
command the wind
And the bond of true balance.
The last time such a girl existed, kingdoms fell and rose again.
Now, history was preparing to repeat itself.
Quietly.
Cruelly.
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Leyla still believed her life was small.
She worried about grades. About running out of herbs. About whether her mother was tired.
She thought rogues were just unlucky trouble.
She thought danger belonged to warriors and alphas.
She didn’t know that every attack on Blood Moon was a search.
Not for land.
Not for power.
For her.
And when the world finally reached out to take her…
The girl who healed everyone else
would be the one who needed saving.
Not as an omega.
Not as a victim.
But as the destiny the Moon had been hiding in plain sight. 🌙
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