Sharvamaayini — the only name she ever had —

engraved in a tiny, delicate script on a half-broken bracelet wrapped around her infant wrist.

No birth record. No photo album. No bedtime lullaby to call her own. Just a date scribbled on a file. 

She was found on the steps of a small orphanage in a forgotten village,

wrapped in a cotton shawl and moonlight.

The old woman there whispered she had been dropped from the stars —
too quiet, too aware, too... strange.

But she never cried for what she didn't have.
Instead, she listened —
to the wind, to the trees,
to dreams that slipped between silence.

She was different.
She felt things others didn't.
Storms made her restless.
Full moons made her skin hum.
Sometimes, she knew things before they happened.
Sometimes, she dreamed of glowing eyes watching her through branches.

She grew up in the soft shadows of old stone walls and candlelight curfews,
surrounded by three souls who would become her world.

✧ The Trio Who Made Her Laugh ✧

Kaviya — all soft smiles and wide eyes behind round glasses —
was the kind of girl who believed in love at first sight, soulmates, and mate marks.
She devoured fantasy novels like they were spells,
and always whispered that Sharva's story was written by fate itself.

Tanvika, the firecracker —
burst into rooms like a thunderclap, loud and fierce,
her ponytail always bouncing, her fists always ready.
She teased Sharva with "Maayini" and threatened anyone who dared look at her wrong.

"Let them come," she'd say. "I'll set them on fire with my words."

And then there was Rithvik.
The calm, older brother figure. The one who never said much,
but noticed everything.
He checked on Sharva's mood like it was a daily ritual.
He was the shield without being asked.
He didn't believe in werewolves, fate, or magic.
But someday, he'd have to.

✧ The Move ✧

When Sharva turned twenty-two, she left the village for the city —
a quiet little town carved at the edge of something forgotten.

Raivaaram Forest loomed just beyond the city's borders.
A place spoken about only in murmurs.

❝ The forest chooses who enters... and who never leaves. ❞
the villagers warned.

Sharva had always been drawn to it.
She'd dreamt of a thunder-eyed beast standing in the trees,
watching her like it knew her soul.

She thought it was madness.
But part of her... wasn't afraid.

✧ The Hidden One ✧

In the city, she found a job.
A small office. A simple life.

And that's where she met Aarvena —
an elegant, composed woman who seemed too graceful for spreadsheets and HR meetings.

At first, Aarvena kept her distance. She barely spoke.
But Sharva — as always — saw through silence.

No one else noticed the violet glint in Aarvena's eyes during storms.
No one else saw how she flinched when dogs barked... or the full moon rose.

Sharva didn't push.
She just stayed.
And slowly... Aarvena let her in.

What no one knew:
Aarvena had once been the youngest Omega in Agnirudra Athreya's elite circle —
a wolf of silver-black fur and violet eyes.

But she'd locked her wolf away, choosing exile among humans.
She disappeared so cleanly, even her own pack believed she was dead.

Now, she lived a quiet human life.
Until she met Sharvamaayini.

Something about this girl made the wolf stir.
Something ancient. Something familiar.
As if the forest had whispered:

"She's the one. Guard her."

And Aarvena would.
Because Sharva didn't know it yet...
but every secret in the world of wolves
was waiting to find her.

And some would kill to keep her from remembering.