
Underwater: The Silent Luna
Karima Saad Usman · Ongoing · 265.8k Words
Introduction
It sounded like fate. Like rescue. Like the moment the universe finally chose her.
Even with the suspicion clinging to the proposal, Meadow let herself believe it. She stepped into the marriage blindly, hoping love would fill the quiet spaces of her mute, colourless life.
But the truth comes fast, and cruel.
The Alpha never asked for her. Never wanted her. Luna Amber arranged everything without his consent, driven by selfish motives Meadow couldn’t see until it was too late. What should have been tender and sacred becomes a cage, and Meadow is trapped in a nightmare she can’t wake from.
Chapter 1
The house felt too still for a morning like this.
Meadow sat halfway down the grand oak staircase, her back pressed against the bannister as she listened to the quiet murmur of voices drifting from the parlour. Her parents’ voices, soft, tense, expectant. And another voice… richer, stronger, unmistakably authoritative.
The Luna.
The Luna of the Whitewood Pack was sitting in her family’s parlour, discussing something that, unfortunately, concerned Meadow.
Of course they knew she was on the stairs. Meadow always sat there. Always silent. Always invisible. People no longer bothered pretending she wasn’t listening; they simply spoke around her, through her, past her. She posed no threat, offered no opinion, and wielded no voice.
Literally.
She was the only child of Tamar and Blake Clearwater: a lovely brunette with soft blue doe eyes and porcelain skin. By all natural standards, she should have turned heads, stirred interest, sparked admiration. But beauty meant nothing when your voice had been stolen before you could defend it.
Stolen. Lost. Silenced.
Call it what they wanted, none of them knew why her voice had vanished, only that it never returned.
Her parents spent fortunes, healers, mind-doctors, shamans, witches, roots, spells, rituals. Meadow endured more examinations than any child should, each one promising answers, each one ending with her mother sobbing into her father’s shirt while Meadow sat quietly, too numb to cry anymore.
Eventually they gave up.
Eventually everyone did.
Her tears, once entertaining to her tormentors, stopped amusing them. Her silence became predictable. And her mutism, once considered selective, was degraded into whispers of a biological defect, a flaw the Moon Goddess had carved into her bones.
Now, at twenty, she was the ghost of the pack.
Not hated. Not bullied.
Just… forgotten.
People walked past her as if she were made of mist. No mind link. No reply. Meadow could receive connections but could never send them. She was a hole in the web of pack consciousness, present but unreachable.
A wolf without a voice.
A pack member without value.
Her peers were already mated, forming bonds, building homes, preparing for the future. Meadow remained exactly where she had always been: alone in the quiet corner of her existence, watching life move on without her.
She had accepted that fate. Peacefully, even. She never expected joy, or love, or partnership. She expected nothing, and nothing rarely disappointed.
But it bothered her mother.
Tamar Clearwater had spent years trying to shock Meadow into speaking again. Ice baths. Sudden noises. Emotional attempts. Even the moment Meadow gained her wolf, her parents had clung to hope that the voice through mind link might break through whatever held her back.
But the attempt failed.
Every attempt failed.
Her wolf had remained trapped behind the same muted wall.
So why, of all days, was the Luna sitting with her parents?
Meadow leaned forward slightly, clutching the edge of the staircase as the Luna’s voice grew clearer.
“…and of course, we believe she is the proper choice. My son will not object.”
Her son?
Joseph?
It had to be Joseph!
Meadow’s breath caught.
Joseph McCloud, the future Alpha of Whitewood.
Her heart stuttered painfully, then began to race.
No. That couldn’t be right. She must have misheard. Why would the Luna come here, her house, her parents, her, to discuss something involving Joseph?
Every unmated she-wolf in the pack had practically declared war over the chance to catch Joseph’s attention. Girls schemed, plotted, and paraded themselves like offerings, hoping to be chosen.
He was handsome, powerful, and destined to lead Whitewood with the strength of his bloodline.
And Meadow?
Meadow was the mute girl.
The pack’s quiet shadow.
An accessory of pity.
So when the Luna’s next sentence floated out, Meadow’s blood turned to ice.
“My son will marry Meadow.”
Marry.
Her.
A soft gasp parted Meadow’s lips, silent, of course, but sharp enough to echo inside her mind.
She pressed a trembling hand to her chest.
At first she wondered if it was a cruel joke. A twisted prank. Maybe one of the girls had manipulated this, hoping to humiliate her publicly. But no, Tamar’s voice was warm, grateful, trembling with relief.
“Oh, Luna. You honour us. We are deeply grateful.”
Meadow’s father chimed in, proud. “Our daughter will serve Joseph well. She is obedient, disciplined, and gentle.”
Obedient.
Disciplined.
Gentle.
Mute.
Meadow’s stomach twisted.
The Luna wanted her, her, to become the future Luna of Whitewood?
What madness was this?
She wouldn’t be able to command warriors. She wouldn’t be able to address a crowd, guide the women, issue orders, or stand beside the Alpha with the authority expected of a Luna.
She could not speak.
How could she possibly lead without a voice?
Questions tumbled in her mind, crashing against the fragile hope that slowly, dangerously, blossomed in her chest.
Because as she sat on that staircase, her palms damp, her heart wild, her senses buzzing, she felt something she hadn’t felt in years:
Possibility.
Maybe her life wasn’t doomed to be lived in the shadows.
Maybe the Moon Goddess hadn’t abandoned her after all.
Maybe, just maybe, she was being offered a path that had never been meant for the others.
Sitting there on the stairs, unseen as always, Meadow allowed herself to breathe, to tremble, to dare.
For the first time in her life, she didn’t cling to disbelief.
She embraced it.
She embraced the impossible.
She embraced the extraordinary thing life had just placed in her silent, shaking hands.
A future.
A mate.
A place.
A wedding.
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