Legacy Luna

The pull of fate

Devon

Devon could still smell her. That intoxicating scent lingered in his nose as he leaned against the locker room wall, staring blankly at the floor. The rest of the team joked and laughed around him, their energy high after practice, but he couldn’t focus. What just happened in the gym? His wolf was restless, pacing in his mind like a caged animal. He could feel its emotions as clearly as his own—euphoria, longing, and a possessiveness so strong it scared him.

Mate.

The word reverberated through his mind like an echo. “Yo, Devon.” Alan’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Devon looked up to see his best friend standing over him, towel slung around his neck. “You good? You’ve been staring at that same spot for five minutes.” “Yeah,” Devon said automatically, though his voice sounded distant even to himself.

Alan raised an eyebrow, not buying it. “Right. So that whole thing in the gym just now...what was that about?” Devon hesitated, his jaw tightening. He couldn’t lie to Alan—not about this. “I think I just found her.” Alan frowned. “Found who?” Then it clicked, and his eyes widened. “Wait, her her? Your mate?” Devon nodded, running a hand over his face. “Yeah. Chanel Debrev.” Alan blinked, processing the name. “The quiet girl? Always in the library with Vanessa?” “That’s the one.” Alan let out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s...unexpected.” He studied Devon for a moment before adding, “You’re sure it’s her? Devon nodded again. “The second I caught her scent, my wolf knew. It’s her, man.”

Alan leaned against the locker, his expression thoughtful. “Well, congrats, I guess. Except you’ve got one big problem.” “Jackie,” Devon muttered. “Bingo,” Alan said, crossing his arms. “She’s not exactly the forgiving type. And after what just happened in the gym? Yeah, she’s gonna lose it.” Devon sighed, the weight of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders. He’d been with Jackie for four years. She was everything he thought he wanted—beautiful, confident, and ambitious. But now, all of that felt...irrelevant. How was he supposed to explain to her—or anyone—that none of it mattered anymore? That his wolf had chosen someone else?

By the time Devon left the locker room, the parking lot was nearly empty. He climbed into his car, gripping the steering wheel as he replayed the moment in the gym over and over again. Chanel’s wide, dark eyes. The way her curls framed her face. The way his wolf had practically leaped out of him at the sight of her. He barely knew her. In fact, he was pretty sure the last time they’d spoken was sophomore year, when he’d borrowed her notes for chemistry. And yet, she was all he could think about. As he pulled out of the lot, his phone buzzed on the dashboard. A text from Jackie.

Jackie: We need to talk.

Devon groaned, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat. He wasn’t ready to deal with her yet. Not tonight.

Alan

Alan watched Devon drive off, shaking his head. “Man, that dude’s in for it,” he muttered to himself. He couldn’t help but feel a little bad for his best friend. Devon was always the guy who had it all together—the natural leader, the golden boy. But finding your mate? That threw even the strongest wolves off their game. Not that Alan would know. His eighteenth birthday had come and gone last year, and his mate bond still hadn’t activated. Not that he cared. He wasn’t in a rush to get tied down, especially since most of the girls in the pack were more interested in his status as beta than in him. Still, he couldn’t deny he was curious about what it felt like. To look at someone and just...know.

Alan’s thoughts were interrupted when he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. Jackie, storming out of the school and heading for her car, her face like thunder. He smirked. “And here we go.”

Alan didn’t bother hiding as Jackie stalked past him. “Rough day?” he called out, leaning casually against his car. Jackie froze, whipping around to glare at him. “Not now, Alan.” “Whoa, calm down,” he said, holding up his hands. “Just making conversation.” Her eyes narrowed. “You think this is funny, don’t you?” Alan shrugged. “A little. You’ve had Devon wrapped around your finger for years, and now...well, let’s just say things are about to get interesting.” Jackie’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, Alan thought she might actually hit him. But instead, she spun on her heel and climbed into her car, slamming the door shut behind her. Alan watched her peel out of the lot, shaking his head. “This is gonna be a mess,” he muttered. Still, he couldn’t deny he was looking forward to watching it all play out.

As Alan climbed into his own car, he couldn’t help but wonder how Chanel was handling all of this. He had a feeling the quiet, bookish girl had no idea what she was in for. But one thing was certain: life in the Pink Moon Pack was about to get a whole lot more complicated.