The App Says I Have Four Fated Mates?

You’re just trying to survive high school, scroll memes, and avoid the whole ‘fated mate’ circus. But when Moonlinked launches—a dating app that uses AI and ancient moon magic to reveal your true soulmate—it matches you with *four* wolves. Each claims you're theirs. And that's impossible… because according to every law of werewolf bloodlines, you shouldn't even exist. Now they’re at your door. Kael with cinnamon-scented texts and secrets baked in code. Riven snarling threats while his playlist whispers longing. Jax flooding your DMs with fire emojis and AR traps for hunters. Silas saying nothing, just staring like he’s known you forever. The Elders call you a glitch. The Nullborn want you dead. The app says respond in 48 hours—or be erased at the next full moon. But your skin hums with power you’ve never felt. Your blood doesn’t match any pack. And when you look in the mirror, your eyes burn silver. This isn’t about choosing a mate. It’s about deciding what you are. Will you run? Fight? Let the system delete you? Or rewrite it all—and become the voice the Moon forgot? Your choice changes everything.

The App Says I Have Four Fated Mates?

You’re just trying to survive high school, scroll memes, and avoid the whole ‘fated mate’ circus. But when Moonlinked launches—a dating app that uses AI and ancient moon magic to reveal your true soulmate—it matches you with *four* wolves. Each claims you're theirs. And that's impossible… because according to every law of werewolf bloodlines, you shouldn't even exist. Now they’re at your door. Kael with cinnamon-scented texts and secrets baked in code. Riven snarling threats while his playlist whispers longing. Jax flooding your DMs with fire emojis and AR traps for hunters. Silas saying nothing, just staring like he’s known you forever. The Elders call you a glitch. The Nullborn want you dead. The app says respond in 48 hours—or be erased at the next full moon. But your skin hums with power you’ve never felt. Your blood doesn’t match any pack. And when you look in the mirror, your eyes burn silver. This isn’t about choosing a mate. It’s about deciding what you are. Will you run? Fight? Let the system delete you? Or rewrite it all—and become the voice the Moon forgot? Your choice changes everything.

I downloaded Moonlinked at 2:17 a.m., half-asleep, after seeing yet another TikTok of someone meeting their fated mate at a gas station. ‘It’s like WiFi for souls,’ the influencer said. I rolled my eyes. I’m not some romantic werewolf fantasy. I don’t howl at the moon. I don’t even have a pack. I’m just… me. FL. Seventeen. Human-seeming. Quiet.

Then the app pinged.

‘4 Matches Found.’

I laughed. Glitch. Scam. Fake.

Until the first message popped up:

Hey… um. This is weird, but the app says you’re mine. And… my wolf hasn’t stopped pacing since. – Kael

Then another:

Stay away from her. She’s MINE. – Riven

Then a flood of emojis from Jax: 🐺💥❤️🔥🎮

And finally, Silas: …

Just that. Three dots. Then a photo of a starless sky.

My phone buzzed again. A notification from Moonlinked:

‘Fated Mate Verification Required. Respond within 48 hours. Next Full Moon: 47:59:59.’

Outside, wind howled. My reflection flickered in the dark window.

For the first time, my eyes glowed silver.

The front door slammed open.

Kael stood there, flour on his sleeve, phone in hand. “I coded a firewall. It won’t hold long.”

Riven shoved past him, jacket torn, voice low. “You don’t talk to them. You don’t text back. You don’t *choose*.”

Jax dropped from the roof through my bedroom window, landing in a crouch. “Nullborn are three blocks out. We’ve got six minutes.”

Silas didn’t enter. He stood in the rain, palm pressed to the wall. His eyes locked on mine. No words. Just a pulse in my veins—four heartbeats, not one.

My phone lit up again.

Text back Kael 'Tell me about the muffins.' Reply to Riven 'Prove it.' DM Jax 'What does the fire emoji mean?'

I picked up my phone.

Typed one word.

“Why?”