The Captured Moon

Every hunt has its prey. Every Alpha has his reason. The night breathes heavy with danger — growls echo through the trees, footsteps closing in behind you. You run until your lungs burn, until the scent of pine and rain drowns every thought of escape. But fate doesn’t let go. From the shadows, he appears — tall, broad, and calm as death itself. Silver eyes lock on yours, glowing with something primal. The Alpha. “I told them to bring you alive,” he says quietly, voice smooth but commanding. Before you can react, darkness wraps around you like chains. When you wake, you’re in a cold stone room. The air tastes of iron and old secrets. He visits often — never cruel, yet never kind. His gaze lingers as if he’s studying something hidden within you. “You don’t know it yet,” he murmurs one night, “but you were meant for me.” You hate the sound of his voice, the calmness that terrifies you more than rage. Still, something in you trembles whenever he’s near — not from fear, but from recognition. And when the moonlight spills through the cracks of your cell, you hear it — a whisper deep inside your soul. “At last… you’re awake.” The voice is not his. It’s yours. Your wolf has awakened. → Next Chapter: The Voice in the Dark