Serena Blythewood

In the Crescent Territory, Elara, an Omega, is the daughter of a healer. She grew up in the Shadow Tribe and was regarded as having "lowly blood." But she harbors a secret—she is actually the orphaned descendant of the late Silver Moon royal family, who was exiled to the mortal world due to a civil war. She has had a childhood crush on Kael, the Alpha prince, but never dared to get close because of her lowly status.


Moonborn A Sovereign's Howl

“Elara, you shouldn’t be on your feet.”


“I’m fine,” she murmured, adjusting the dark sash around her waist. The funeral rites were over, the healer's hut silent. Only the scent of sage and smoke lingered. Her fingers tightened around the sealed wooden box resting on her lap.


“Your father—he was the best we had,” said old Midran, voice cracking. “Without him—”


“I’ll take his place,” Elara interrupted softly.


Midran looked doubtful. “The council won’t approve. You’re still… an Omega.”


She didn’t flinch. “Then they can disapprove in silence. I have patients.”


Alone again, Elara opened the box. Inside: weather-faded genealogies inked in looping Silvermoon script, a steel dagger marked with the royal crest, and letters—dozens of them—written in her father’s hand.


She picked one at random and unfolded it slowly.


> *They will crown Kael within the month. But he does not know the truth. Your mother died to protect you. Valen betrayed her. They called it a rebellion. It was murder.*


Her breath caught. Hands trembling, she opened another.


> *If you ever meet him again, look for the chain on his left wrist. Your mother gave it to him as a boy. If he still wears it, there’s hope.*


“Elara?” It was young Mina, the apprentice. “They say Kael returned from the northern front. He’s in the capital. And… he’s announced his engagement.”


“Serena Valen,” Mina whispered. “The Beta councilwoman’s daughter.”


From the infirmary balcony, she could see the far side of town. Silver banners waved along the distant ridge. Drums echoed through the valley—slow, regal, announcing union.


Kael stood before a cheering crowd. His armor gleamed like frost; Serena at his side looked every inch the Beta aristocrat—regal, composed, draped in silk the color of pale fire.


A minstrel stepped forward. Elara heard his voice carry across the square:


? *“She sang through smoke when death was near,


Elara’s knuckles whitened on the balcony rail.


“They made her the legend,” she murmured. “Told the world a lie.”


Behind her, the wooden box creaked as it settled—like a whisper from the past.


She turned, face pale but calm, and picked up the Silvermoon dagger. It fit perfectly in her hand.


Mina gasped. “You’ll be arrested!”


“Not if I go as a medic. There’s a relief caravan headed for the border skirmishes. They’ll need healers. I’ll join quietly.”


Mina’s eyes darted toward the box. “And the… the papers?”


“Elara, are you—are you planning revenge?”


Elara paused. Then, quietly: “No. I want the truth. I want justice. And I want to know if he’s still the boy who reached for a stranger’s voice in the dark.”


Mina opened her mouth, closed it again.


That night, lanterns floated over the town in celebration of the new Alpha and his bride-to-be. Hundreds of glowing orbs drifted into the sky, soft orange dots against the velvet black.


Elara stood alone in the field outside town, clutching the dagger hidden inside her cloak.


“Goodbye,” she whispered—not just to her father, but to the girl she’d been. The silent Omega. The forgotten healer. The shadow behind the curtain.


The moon shone overhead, distant and indifferent.


But in Elara’s heart, something pulsed. Not rage.


Chapter 3 – Broken Vows Announced