Noah stood silently at the edge of the cliff, watching the forest stretch endlessly before him. The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting silver light over the valley where his pack slept, unaware of the war raging inside their Alpha.
To them, he was their leader. Their protector. Their strength.
But tonight, he felt like none of those things.
He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.
For years, he had searched.
For years, he had followed every lead, every whisper, every fading scent that promised hope. And every time, it led to nothing. The same story haunted him wherever he went:
"Your Luna is dead."
"She was never real."
"Fate made a mistake."
But his heart told him otherwise.
Somehow, he knew she was alive. He could feel it—a quiet pull deep inside him, like a forgotten thread connecting two souls across time.
And tonight, that pull had led him to the town.
To her.
She looked human. She smelled human. But something inside him screamed that she was not.
Not just human.
And definitely not nothing.
He had caught her scent in the air like wildfire. He’d seen the confusion in her eyes. She didn’t know what she was.
Not yet, he thought.
The sound of footsteps behind him pulled him from his thoughts.
“Noah.”
He didn’t turn. He didn’t need to.
“Reid,” he said quietly.
Reid stepped beside him, his presence steady as always. His Beta. His second-in-command. His closest friend.
If Noah was the sword, Reid was the shield.
“You can’t keep disappearing like this,” Reid said softly. “The pack’s starting to notice.”
“I needed space.”
“You needed answers,” Reid corrected.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then Reid’s voice softened. “Did you find her?”
Noah’s jaw tightened. He didn’t answer.
Reid sighed, running a hand through his short dark hair. “Noah… how long will you keep chasing something that might not exist?”
Noah finally turned, his eyes cold and sharp. “I’ll stop when my heart stops telling me she’s alive.”
Reid looked at him silently. He had no answer for that.
“She’s real, Reid.” Noah’s voice was low, certain. “I saw her.”
Reid’s expression flickered. “Where?”
“In town.”
“The human girl?”
“She’s not human. Or… not entirely.”
Reid frowned. “Then why doesn’t she know you? Why didn’t the bond trigger?”
“I don’t know.” Noah’s voice cracked slightly. “But when I looked into her eyes… it was her. I felt it.”
Reid’s silence said everything he didn’t.
Noah turned back toward the trees, his gaze distant.
“I’ve spent years listening to stories that she’s dead. I’ve spent years pretending I believed them. But tonight… she’s near. I can feel her. And this time, I’m not letting her go.”
Reid stepped back quietly, understanding the conversation was over.
He had followed Noah through wars, bloodshed, and loss.
But the search for his Luna?
That was the one battle Reid feared his Alpha wouldn’t survive.