Blind Instincts

Blind Instincts
Born into a world of shadows, Monet's blindness has cursed her to a life of abuse and isolation within her own pack. Deemed 'useless' and a 'weak link,' she endures relentless cruelty, her only solace found in the nuanced symphony of sounds and scents that paint her unseen world. But as the annual Moon Festival draws near, an unexpected encounter with the formidable Alpha Alaric—a ruthless leader notorious for his cold heart—shatters her carefully constructed solitude. When a single touch ignites an impossible spark, Monet is thrust into a destiny she never imagined, forcing her to confront not only the hidden truths of her world but also the terrifying possibility of an unbreakable bond. Will her 'blind instincts' guide her through the darkness, or will the Alpha's dangerous secret consume them both?

The familiar, sharp scent of wood polish and dust clung to the air in my small attic room, a constant companion to the rhythmic creak of the floorboards beneath my bare feet. Sunlight, a concept I only knew as an indistinct warmth on my skin and a pure, overwhelming white blur, streamed through the window, painting the room in shades of indistinct grey. I traced the worn grooves of a 26-year-old floorboard with my fingertips, its age a silent testament to the years I had spent within these four walls, hidden from the world.

Outside, the muffled symphony of the SilverHeart Pack's annual Moon Festival began to swell, a tapestry of distant laughter, the murmur of conversations carried on the wind, and the occasional, joyous howl. It was a world I could hear, smell, and feel, but never truly see. A knot of familiar anxiety tightened in my stomach. The festival meant people, and people meant judgment, pain, and the stark reminder of my own 'uselessness.' But this year, a new vibration hummed beneath the surface, a tremor of unknown possibility that made my senses prickle with an unsettling anticipation.