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Moonbound: Twin Flames

Elara, a lone wolf with a hidden lineage, finds her life upended when she meets Kaelen, the future Alpha of a rival pack. Despite the ancient blood feud between their families, an undeniable bond pulls them together. As a looming war threatens to tear their world apart, the pair must decide if their fated connection is worth the risk of betrayal. Together, they navigate dark secrets and lethal enemies to protect a love that could change their fate.
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Chapter 3

Kai's POV

I lied.

I actually did see something in those woods.

Something I couldn’t explain and decipher,something I couldn’t shake off.

And now, it was following me ghostlike through the Sanctum’s underground halls.

I kept my hood up as I passed through the iron-reinforced checkpoint. Facial scans buzzed faintly. Motion detectors tracked my every step. This place never slept. No one here trusted anyone,at least not fully.

Me most especially.

“Kai Ashbourne,” the security AI intoned. “Cleared for Level 2 access. Mission log update required.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, stepping into the elevator.

The walls were made of steel. My reflection stared back at me with tired eyes, sharper jawline than I remembered, a bruise forming near my temple from last week's training drill. I looked like one of them.

But I didn’t feel like one of them tonight.

The girl from the woods had burned herself into my head.

Aria.

She never said her name, but I knew it now all thanks to a stolen file I shouldn’t have accessed.

Aria Silverclaw.

Daughter of Alpha Dhiran.

One of the “twins of prophecy,” if the old reports were to be believed.

The daughter of the monster who killed my parents.

Except... she hadn’t looked like a monster.

She looked like someone who didn’t fit in her own skin.

Who’d rather paint the forest than prowl through it.

Someone who didn’t shift when she was supposed to.

And that terrified me more than anything.

The elevator dinged. Level 3.

I stepped out and headed down the hall to the Command Room. Every second tightened the knot in my stomach.

Commander Harlan Greaves was waiting for me.

He stood like a statue in front of the war table holograms of territories, heat maps, and intel flickering beneath his gloved hands. He didn’t look up when I entered.

“You’re late.”

“Got held up.”

“By?”

“A deer.”

He looked at me then. Hard. Cold.

“You had eyes on the ridge, didn’t you?”

I hesitated. “Yeah. But it was locked down tight. No activity I could see.”

Another lie.

Harlan narrowed his eyes. “Nothing? Not even a glimpse of the Alpha’s daughters?”

“No, sir.”

He stared at me, silent for too long. My pulse tapped nervously against my throat.

Then he nodded. “You’ll get another chance. The twins are the key, Kai. Especially the younger one.”

My hands clenched.

“Aria?” I said before I could stop myself.

His gaze flicked to me, sharp and assessing. “You’ve read the files.”

It wasn’t a question.

“She doesn’t seem like a threat,” I said slowly. “If anything, she’s… unstable.”

“She’s dangerous because of what she represents,” he snapped. “That entire bloodline is an infection. You know this.”

Do I?

“Understood,” I said.

“Good. Because you’re going back in. As of tomorrow, you’ll be enrolled at Thorne Hollow Prep. Your cover as a ‘transfer student’ still holds. We need proximity. Access. We need her.”

I stiffened. “What about Selene?”

“Selene is exactly what we expect. Trained. Brutal. Obvious. Aria? She’s an anomaly.”

He walked toward me, voice lowering. “You’ve been useful, Kai. A perfect weapon. But don’t let emotions get in the way.”

Something in his tone chilled me.

“She’s just a girl,” I said.

He smiled without warmth. “That’s exactly what makes her dangerous.”

Later that night, I lay on the cot in my quarters, staring at the cracked ceiling.

The moonlight slanted through the barred window. I didn’t sleep.

Instead, I kept seeing her curled against that tree, dirt on her knees, eyes wide and filled with something I couldn’t name. Something raw.

She hadn’t flinched when she saw me.

Hadn’t threatened me.

Hadn’t even asked the obvious questions.

She just stood there, trembling and wild, like the world had shifted under her feet and she didn’t know where to land.

And I felt that strange pull. Like we were standing on the edge of something ancient.

I remembered her scent. Wildflowers and rain. And something beneath that something that didn’t read as entirely wolf or entirely human.

And for the first time since I was a kid, I wasn’t sure whose side I was on.

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