The Unlikely Luna

mega. While most Omegas were gentle, reserved, and focused on supporting the pack, Nova was bold, brash, and always willing to challenge the status quo. She could

e'd say, brushing Nova's hair from her forehead with a tender smile. "One day, you'll

whispers about her-a strange feeling she couldn't shake that perhaps they knew something she didn't. It w

forest that surrounded their territory. It was a time for celebration, but Nova felt a strange unease settle in her

n usual. They spoke of things Nova couldn't quite understand-ancient prophecies, bloodlines, and the power of the wolf. But

he needed to clear her mind, to calm the restlessness that had taken hold of her. The air was thick with the scent of pine a

something electric. A tingle ran up her spine, and she felt the

years, though faint, was suddenly stronger than ever. Her body seemed to vibrate with energy, and without thinking, s

mind, deep and ancient, yet full of

her awakening. Her body trembled as the change began, her bones shifting and res

e color of midnight, gleamed under the moonlight. Her senses were heightened-she could smell the distant scen

ithin her. But there was something more. A surge of power, ancient and untamed, flowed through her veins

in the distance. It was familiar, but it also sent a wave of unease

another Alpha before, but the power emanating from the approa

er. Her body moved effortlessly, the ground beneath her feet becoming a

e land before him. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow across the dense trees. His pack was stro

a rare wolf-an Omega with power that was said to rival any Alpha. His instincts had been drawn to this pack

olf stirred within him, excited by the prospect of finally finding his mate. His hear

en he

. Her eyes, bright and filled with intensity, locked onto his. She was magnificent, a creature of beauty and p

as his

resence, older, more sinister, had entered the clearing. It was an elder from the pack, one of the

uld sense the tension between them-the elder's intention was clear. He was not her

ows. The elder turned sharply, his eyes widening in recognition, but it was to

n commanded, his voic

an's caliber. With a final, lingering glance at Nova, he bowed his head i

eyes were wide, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She stood before him

he said, his tone soft, as if he were speaking to a delic

s searching his face as though looking for something-answers, maybe, o

don't belong here with them. You belong with me, wh

s face. Dorian's heart raced, hoping for a

eady. "I don't know who I am yet," she whis

thing he couldn't quite explain. "Then let me show