POV: Aira
The scent of the forest wrapped around her like a long-lost friend. Leaves whispered in the wind. The woods… they didn't mock her. They didn't ask questions. Here, she didn't need to hide.
With a deep breath, Aira stripped off her clothes, folded them neatly near the mossy log, and stepped barefoot into the clearing where the sun touched the earth.
She closed her eyes—and let go.
A moment later, the soft sound of bones shifting filled the air.
Fur bloomed across her skin. Her limbs lengthened. Her senses exploded.
And standing in the clearing now was a breath taking white wolf—pure and silent like the snow on mountaintops, with eyes that shimmered like silver moonlight.
She was rare. Sacred.
A myth.
A wolf that only appeared once in a thousand years—the Moonblessed.
But no one knew.
No one saw.
Because when Aira turned sixteen, there had been no celebration. No parents watching proudly. No Alpha's blessing. No joy.
It had happened one summer night, two years ago. April 13th.
Everyone was away at the Alpha's farmhouse, soaking in the sun and laughing in the meadows. And she—she was curled in her bed, screaming in silence, her body tearing itself apart in the dark.
No one came.
No one even noticed.
And when she emerged the next morning, trembling and changed, she'd buried the truth deep inside.
Let them think she was weak. Let them think she didn't have a wolf. It was safer that way.
Her paws moved silently now as she ran through the woods, her fur shimmering between tree shadows. She reached her secret place—a quiet waterfall hidden deep between the hills.
She padded to the edge of the crystal pool and lay beside it.
The water rushed gently, sparkling under the golden rays of the setting sun.
Here… she was not an omega. Not a burden. Not forgotten.
She was just Aira. The girl who survived.
Time slipped by in silence.
The wind danced through her fur as the forest breathed with her.
But the sun was lowering, and reality pulled her back.
She padded back to the edge of the clearing, shifted with a slow breath, and redressed.
The cold fabric clung to her damp skin. She tied her hair back, slung her backpack over one shoulder, and started the walk back to town.
By 5 PM, she stood behind the counter of Moonbean Café, tying her apron.
The bell over the door jingled. The scent of roasted coffee beans mixed with rain from the windows outside. Her smile, though faint, was real here. She didn't have to be anyone. Just a girl who worked hard.
Her feet ached, and her heart was tired.
But she didn't complain.
"Aira, can you handle the front? The rush is starting."
"Yes, I got it," she replied softly.
She moved to the register, her silver eyes calm and distant.
None of the customers knew who she was. That her father was once the Beta. That her mother had died saving a pack who now pretended she never existed.
None of them knew that she had a wolf—and not just any wolf.
A moon-touched miracle.
As she handed a coffee to a customer and whispered "Have a nice day," she wondered…
Would they still laugh if they knew who she truly was?
Someday… they would.
But not today.
Today, she served quietly. And dreamed in silence.