The last Silunar

The humming

Jason’s POV

“Oh, s**t!” I hissed, scanning my room like a madman. My eyes landed on my bag hanging on the drawer handle.

I was going to be late.

I grabbed it and bolted down the stairs. If I didn’t leave now, I was going to be late for school.

Just as my hand closed around the doorknob, I heard her voice.

“School is good, but you have to put the pack first. It's your priority”

I froze. My mother’s stern tone had that way of wrapping around a room and locking it down. Slowly, I turned to face her. We'd been having this argument for days now.

“Oh, not this again,” I muttered under my breath. I was not ready for this conversation. Not today.

“You need a Luna,” she said firmly.

“Can’t this conversation wait until I get back?” I asked, already knowing the answer but hoping for a miracle anyway.

“No,” she snapped, face carved from stone. “We’ll discuss this now.”

Anger bubbled up in me like fire under pressure. My hands curled into fists, and I felt the familiar sting as my nails stretched into claws. I glared at her, but she didn’t even flinch. Of course she didn’t. She was my mother. Alpha blood. Untouchable.

With a deep breath, I forced myself to calm down, letting the claws retract. Fighting her on this was useless.

“The next full moon could be in months or weeks—we just don’t know,” she continued. “You need a Luna. Or a Mergant.”

Despite my frustration, a short laugh escaped me. “How exactly am I supposed to find someone willing to merge powers with me if she’s not my wife? That’s a risk for both of us.”

“Then you need to have a Luna,” she said again, her tone slicing through the air like a blade and her gaze pinning me. Just looking at her, anyone would know she was not a woman to mess with.

“Okay, Mum,” I muttered, pushing my anger down like a stone in water. “I’ll try my best to find my mate.”

She raised her eyes to meet mine—unyielding, commanding. “If you don’t find your mate on time, you’ll marry one of the powerful she-wolves and make her your Luna. I'm certain you understand what that means”.

My eyes widened. “Never!” The word ripped out of me like a roar, echoing through the room. I didn’t wait for her to reply. I stormed out, slamming the door behind me.

Her words kept echoing in my head as I stalked down the street. A Luna. Marry some powerful she-wolf. No. No way in hell.

I gripped the straps of my bag tighter, trying to shake it off. I got into my car, started the engine and drove off, still seething.

Then I heard it.

A sound. A hum; soft, low. Like a whisper dancing on the wind.

I froze, my wolf instincts snapping to attention. My ears twitched. The hum wasn’t just sound—it was a pull. A thread yanking at something deep in my chest.

I tilted my head, listening. The humming grew clearer—sweet and haunting. My heartbeat kicked up, and before I even realized it, I was driving towards that direction, my hands veering and controlling the steering wheel on their own.

What is this?

The narrow path led me through trees arching overhead. Each turn made the hum stronger, vibrating right through my bones. It was like the song knew my name.

Then I saw her.

A girl. Her back turned to me. Standing in the soft morning light, hanging clothes on a line. Her long black hair shimmered like silk, catching the sun. She moved with a grace that didn’t seem human, and that hum spilling from her lips wrapped around me like a spell.

My breath caught. My hand lifted without my permission, reaching out. My chest burned with something I’d never felt before—bonding. Connection. Something ancient.

Could it be…?

Just as my fingers hovered inches from her. I had a sudden vision of her covered in blood and a sharp headache seared through my temples.

I winced, the humming getting to me, my claws were threatening to rip out of my knuckles.

A bike screeched to a halt beside me suddenly shattering the moment. The humming stopped abruptly too.

“Jason!”

I snapped my head toward the sound. Landon was leaning out of his rusty brown bike, brows knitted in confusion.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” he demanded, eyeing the girl by the clothesline.

“Didn’t you hear it?” I said, blinking fast, trying to catch up with my own heartbeat. “That… that sound? Someone’s humming—it was calling to me.”

Landon looked at me like I’d grown two extra heads. “Calling you? Bro, it’s just some random girl doing laundry. You’re acting weird. Are you okay?”

I turned back toward her, but the humming was gone. She stood silently, still facing away, like nothing had happened. The bond I felt a second ago slipped through me like smoke.

“No,” I whispered, frowning. “It wasn’t just random. It was… different. I felt something.”

Landon sighed, drumming his fingers on the bike handlebars. “Jason, you’re already late for school. Let's go before people start thinking you’ve officially lost it.”

I hesitated. Every instinct screamed at me to stay. To walk up to her. To know.

“Jason!” Landon barked.

I tore my eyes away and swallowed down the feeling clawing up my throat. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was nothing.

With one last look at the girl, I adjusted my shirt collar and muttered, “Yeah… just a random girl.”

Landon threw his bike into my trunk and joined me in the passenger seat.

“ You know, for a minute there I could feel this intense aura circling around that girl, an aura not normal for a human”, he began as I drove away.

“ Yh, her humming was I don't know…compelling”.

“Hmm…” Landon began thoughtfully.

“ My mother once mentioned that. She called them Silunars”.

I looked at him.

“ The only thing was that they don't exist. They're extinct”.