Olivia’s POV
I stood in a place that did not feel like earth.
Everything was still — not the ordinary kind of quiet, but a sacred silence that hummed beneath the air like something alive and watching.
The ground beneath my feet shimmered like polished marble, yet it felt soft, almost weightless, as though I were standing on clouds spun from silver mist.
Moonlight bathed everything in a pale glow.
Not one moon.
Three.
They hung low in the sky, enormous and luminous, their light spilling over the vast landscape like liquid silk.
The stars shimmered brighter than I had ever seen before, close enough to feel touchable.
They did not twinkle — they pulsed, slow and rhythmic, like breathing.
The air smelled faintly of jasmine and rain.
Ancient stone pillars surrounded me in a wide circle, carved with markings I did not understand but somehow felt I should.
Symbols curved and spiraled along their surfaces, glowing faintly as if responding to my presence.
“Where am I?” I whispered.
My voice echoed softly, but not outward — inward.
As though the sound had been absorbed by the world itself.
Then I heard it.
A voice.
Soft.
Familiar.
Calling my name from somewhere beyond the pillars.
“Olivia…”
My heart stopped.
That voice.
I hadn’t heard it in years, yet it lived in every corner of my memory.
Without thinking, I began walking toward it.
Something unseen pulled at me gently, like an invisible thread tied around my chest, guiding me forward.
I passed between the glowing pillars, my bare feet silent against the shimmering ground.
And then I saw her.
She stood beneath the largest of the three moons, her silver-streaked hair glowing like a halo around her gentle face.
My grandmother.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
Years of longing, of loneliness, of whispered prayers at night, crashed into me all at once.
The ache I had buried deep inside my chest tore open, and tears blurred my vision instantly.
She looked exactly as I remembered.
Warm brown eyes.
Soft smile.
The faint dimple on her left cheek.
She opened her arms.
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I ran to her.
I collided with her embrace and broke.
All the pain I had swallowed.
All the humiliation.
All the nights I cried into my pillow so no one would hear.
It poured out of me in broken sobs as I clung to her.
“Silly child,” she murmured, her voice just as gentle as it had always been.
Her hands smoothed through my hair, steady and comforting, just like when I was little and afraid of thunderstorms.
“Don’t cry, my love. You are too grown to cry like this.”
But I cried harder.
Because if I let go, she might disappear again.
I held onto her robes tightly, afraid that this fragile miracle would dissolve if I loosened my grip.
After a while, she gently pulled back, her warm hands framing my face.
“Come,” she said softly.
“Let me show you.”
She took my hand, and we walked.
The world stretched endlessly around us.
Beyond the pillars lay a vast expanse of silver grass that swayed though there was no wind.
In the distance stood what looked like a grand temple carved entirely from white stone, its towers piercing the sky and glowing under the triple moons.
Streams of liquid light flowed like rivers, weaving across the land.
When I knelt to touch one, it rippled under my fingers like living energy.
Everything felt ancient.
Older than wolves.
Older than kingdoms.
Older than time.
We walked for what felt like hours, speaking of small things — memories, laughter, moments from my childhood.
It felt so normal that I almost forgot this couldn’t be real.
Eventually, we reached what looked like an altar carved from obsidian stone.
Silver markings ran across its surface, glowing faintly.
She sat down, and I lay with my head on her lap, just as I used to.
Her fingers combed through my hair slowly.
Peace settled into me.
“My child,” she said after a while, her tone shifting — still gentle, but heavier now.
“Fate is calling you. Soon, you will have no choice but to answer.”
I sat up, frowning through the lingering tears.
“What fate?” I let out a small, humorless laugh.
“What destiny?”
”I’m just a fat, unwanted girl who can’t even shift.
I’m mated to a ruthless Alpha King who doesn’t want me but won’t reject me either.
I’m trapped.
Humiliated.
Powerless.”
The words spilled out bitter and raw. New chapters come out on g.com first.
She reached forward suddenly and tilted my chin up firmly.
“Look at me.”
Her voice was no longer soft.
It carried authority — something vast and commanding.
“You are not powerless.”
Her eyes glowed faintly now, reflecting the moons above us.
“You are not ordinary.”
I swallowed.
“You carry blood that remembers,” she continued.
“Blood that predates the wolves. Blood that answers only to the moon’s true call.”
My breath caught.
“I don’t even have a wolf,” I whispered.
Her lips curved knowingly.
“Not shifting does not mean you are empty, child.
It means you are waiting.”
”For what?” My voice trembled.
“When will I shift? Who am I really? What destiny are you talking about?”
Questions tumbled from me desperately.
But she only smiled again — that same warm smile that once made everything feel safe.
And somehow, that smile unsettled me now.
“It is not time for all truths,” she said gently.
A distant rumble echoed across the sky.
The silver grass stilled.
The air thickened.
Her hand tightened around mine.
“It is time.”
”For what?” Panic rose in my chest.
She stood slowly.
“Remember the pendant I gave you,” she said.
“Guard it. When the claws of fate close around you, it will awaken.”
My heart pounded.
“What do you mean, awaken?”
But she was already stepping backward.
“No,” I whispered.
The world began to blur at the edges.
“Grandma, please. Don’t leave me. Not again.”
Tears streamed down my face as I reached for her.
She smiled — not sad, not afraid.
Proud.
“Wake up, Olivia.”
The ground beneath me cracked like glass.
The moons flickered.
And she vanished into silver light.
“NO!” I screamed.
The altar shattered.
The pillars collapsed into dust.
Darkness swallowed everything.
And I opened my eyes.
But for a split second before reality fully returned…
I could still feel warmth in my palms.
And faint silver light pulsing beneath my skin.