I Am His Wolfless Luna
Chapter 6
Aria’s POV
The afternoon shadows stretched like dark fingers across the training grounds. Young werewolves trickled in, their scent lighting up the air like fireworks. I stood at the edge of the field, feeling the familiar hollow in my chest where my wolf used to be.
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A cluster of young wolves huddled near the water station, trying – and failing to be subtle about watching me. One would glance over, then quickly look away when I met their eyes. Another shifted sideways, keeping me in view while pretending to stretch. Six years in the fighting circuit had taught me to spot tells like these from a mile away.
“What is she?” I caught a whisper from the group.
‘Don’t know. Can’t smell anything from her at all.”
I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin. Let them stare. Let them wonder.
“Hi there!” A cheerful voice cut through my brooding, bright as a sunbeam through storm clouds. ‘I’m Zoe! Are you here for training too?”
I turned to find a young she–wolf practically vibrating with enthusiasm, her copper hair catching the sunlight like a living flame. Her smile was so open, so genuine, it made my chest ache with memories of Emma Emma before the betrayal. I managed a polite nod, keeping my expression carefully neutral. Behind my practiced smile, old wounds throbbed like phantom limbs.
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Wait a minute. A tall blonde she–wolf approached, each step deliberately provocative as she circled me. Her designer workout gear and perfectly styled hair marked her as one of the privileged wolves, probably from one of the more prestigious packs. Her nose wrinkled in an exaggerated show of disgust. “There’s something wrong here. You don’t have any scent at all.”
She made a show of scenting the air, her movements theatrical and meant to draw attention. Other wolves began to gather, drawn to the prospect of drama like moths to flame.
“Even the weakest wolf has some kind of aura,‘ the blonde continued, her voice pitched to carry. “What are you, some human trying to infiltrate our world?”
The whispers started immediately, rippling through the growing crowd like wind through dry leaves. I caught fragments of conversations, each one sharper than the last.
“Maybe she’s trying to steal our secrets?‘ one whispered, excitement barely contained.
‘Or she’s hunting for an alpha to seduce,” another laughed coldly, the sound like breaking glass. ‘Wouldn’t be the first human to try.”
the drugged My fingers curled into fists, knuckles white with the effort of maintaining control. The memory of that night at Mountain View Resort crashed over me like an icy wave – water, the trap, Emma’s betrayal, Bella’s triumphant smirk. The phantom taste of that poisoned drink rose in my throat, bitter as regret.
But I wasn’t that naive girl anymore. The human fighting circuit had taught me that strength didn’t always come wrapped in fur and fangs. Sometimes it came in simply refusing to break, in getting up one more time than you were knocked down.
I straightened my spine, chin lifting as I prepared to defend myself. But before I could speak, a voice like thunder rolled across the training grounds.
‘Enough.”
The word carried such raw authority that every wolf present instinctively lowered their heads, their bodies responding to ancient instincts. Heavy footsteps approached, and the crowd parted like mist before a storm. Ethan Blackwood, heir to the Shadow Fang pack, strode toward us, his presence filling the space with undeniable alpha energy. He moved with the fluid grace of a predator, each step measured and purposeful, power contained but never hidden.
The sun caught his dark hair, highlighting strands of midnight blue in the black. His jaw was set in stern lines, but it was his eyes that commanded attention – emerald green and sharp as cut glass, holding the weight of generations of alpha blood.
‘Allow me to introduce,” his deep voice resonated with power, quiet yet filling every corner of the space, “Aria Reynolds, former professional fighter and our new combat instructor.” His gaze swept over the gathered wolves like a searchlight, lingering on those who had spoken against me. Something dangerous flickered in those green depths when they reached the blonde instigator. “She has much to teach you all.”
The silence that followed was absolute, broken only by the whisper of wind through the trees. The blonde who had challenged me seemed to shrink into herself, her earlier bravado evaporating under that stern gaze, I could feel the shift in the atmosphere as the young wolves processed this information. Their earlier dismissal transformed into wary respect, tinged with curiosity and, from some, a hint of fear.
“Now,” Ethan continued, his authority filling the space like a physical presence, ‘I suggest you all prepare for today’s session. I’ll be observing personally.“.
As the trainees scrambled to take their positions, Ethan’s gaze met mine. Something flickered in those forest–green depths – an emotion I couldn’t quite name. Recognition? Curiosity?
“Thank you,” I said quietly, pitching my voice for his ears alone, “but I could have handled it.”
The corner of his mouth twitched, almost a smile but not quite. “I have no doubt.” His voice was lower now, almost intimate. “But as the facility’s administrator, it’s my responsibility to ensure proper respect is maintained.‘ He paused, studying me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. ‘Your reputation in the human fighting circuit is impressive. Show them why.”
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I Am His Wolfless Luna
Aria’s POV
The heavy office door clicked shut behind me as I stepped into the corridor. My conversation with Ethan still echoed in my mind, mixing with the familiar ache where my wolf should be. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor.
I heard them before I saw them
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the subtle click of heels, the whisper of expensive fabric, the barely contained energy of predators looking for prey. Taking a slow breath, I turned.
‘Well, well. A woman’s voice dripped with manufactured sweetness. ‘If it isn’t the fallen princess of Silver Moon.”
Three she–wolves blocked my path, their designer workout gear and perfectly styled hair a stark reminder of the privileged world I’d left behind. I recognized their faces from my old life when I’d been the alpha’s cherished daughter instead of an outcast. The youngest, barely out of her teens, practically vibrated with barely contained aggression.
One of them stepped forward, her movements deliberately graceful. “Word is you’ve been playing human cage fighter.” Her lips curled into a sneer. “Now you’re back, trying to climb the ranks by seducing Shadow Fang’s heir? How… predictable.”
I kept my face carefully neutral, though my fingers instinctively curled into loose fists.
“I’m here as a combat instructor,” I said evenly, “nothing more.”
A harsh laugh bounced off the walls. “Right. That’s why Ethan personally arranged your position. The youngest wolf’s eyes flashed yellow, her control slipping. A scent–less reject teaching pure–blooded wolves? You don’t belong here.”
She lunged forward, claws extended. Even without my wolf powers, I could have handled her easily six years of human combat had honed my reflexes beyond what most wolves expected. But before I could move, a commanding voice rang through the corridor.
“What are you doing here?”
David, Shadow Fang’s beta, emerged from around the corner. His presence carried the weight of authority, immediately forcing the young wolves to step back. I watched as these wolves‘ faces transformed from aggression to practiced innocence.
“We were just welcoming our new… instructor,‘ they said sweetly.
David’s stern gaze swept over the group. “The training facility has clear rules about challenging staff members. His voice left no room for argument. ‘I suggest you remember them.”
The she–wolves retreated, though not without shooting venomous glares in my direction. Once they were gone, David produced an elegantly wrapped box from his leather messenger bag.
‘From the alpha heir,” he said formally, extending it toward me.
The box felt heavy in my hands, its silver wrapping paper catching the light like moonlight on snow. Inside, nestled on black velvet, lay a key with an intricate design I recognized immediately it belonged to one of the luxury residences in Shadow Fang’s most prestigious district.
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‘Please thank the alpha heir,” I said carefully, closing the box and holding it out to David, “but I must decline.”
His eyebrows rose slightly. “This a significant honor.”
“It’s a generous offer,” I acknowledged, “but Lucas and I are comfortable where we are.”
Once alone, I leaned against the wall, my hand unconsciously rubbing the empty space over my heart where my wolf’s presence used to be. The phone in my pocket felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. My fingers trembled slightly as I pulled out the phone. The number was still there, saved but never deleted, never used. I caught my reflection in the window lifted, shoulders straight, the stance of a warrior. But inside, I felt like that eighteen–year–old girl again, standing before her father’s judgment.
‘Father?” I forced my voice to remain steady, though my heart thundered against my ribs. “It’s Aria.”
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The silence stretched so long I could hear my own shallow breathing echoing in the empty corridor. Then, “Aria.” Just my name, but it carried the weight of six years of separation. His voice sounded older, more tired than I remembered.
I swallowed hard, fighting back the sudden burn of tears. “I wanted you to know I’m back in Montana. My free hand clenched into a fist at my side. ‘I’m working at the Alliance training facility as an instructor.”
“I… I heard.” Another pause, Tilled with unspoken words. “The pack… they say you’ve become quite renowned in the human fighting world.”
A bitter smile tugged at my lips.
Aria, 1- His voice cracked slightly. “Will you be returning to Silver Moon?”
I closed my eyes as memories of that terrible night flooded back – the accusations, the betrayal, the look in his eyes as he cast me out.
No. The word came out barely above a whisper. “Lucas and I have our own life now.”
Lucas. He breathed my son’s name like a prayer. “He’s… he’s well?”
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Chapter 8
“He’s perfect.” My voice strengthened with pride. “He’s smart, kind, strong. Everything a grandson of Silver Moon’s alpha should be. The implied accusation hung in the air between us.
The silence that followed spoke volumes. We both carried the scars of that night – he from believing the worst of his daughter, me from being cast out without a chance to defend myself.
‘I should have listened to you,” he said finally, his voice rough with emotion. “Should have given you a chance to explain.”
I pressed my palm flat against the cool floor, anchoring myself in the present. ‘It’s too late for that now.”
“I understand,” he said, though his voice carried a weight of regret that made my chest ache. “But Aria… if you ever need anything-
“Goodbye, Father, I cut him off gently, ending the call before he could hear the sob building in my throat.
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