Chapter18
Kael’s POV
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.
Kael sat in his office in the Silver Moon pack house, staring at the “User has blocked you” notification on his screen.
His wolf roared with frustration.
The artist had blocked him.
Instantly.
Too quickly to be a coincidence.
If it were just a stranger, hearing Clara’s name wouldn’t have provoked such a strong, immediate reaction.
Unless…
“Unless she is Clara,” Kael muttered to himself. “Unless she’s alive.”
Once the thought took root, it spread like wildfire in his mind.
He immediately called his Beta.
“Get all our tech experts. I need to trace an online account.”
“Alpha, who are you tracking?”
“An artist on the MoonCanvas platform,” Kael’s voice was urgent. “I don’t care what it takes. I need to know this person’s real identity and their physical location.”
“Understood.”
Clara’s POV
Europe, Moonlight Castle.
I was organizing my latest paintings when Asher knocked on my door.
“Clara, I have a proposal,” his eyes shone with excitement. “Would you be interested in co–hosting a psychic art exhibition
with me?”
“An exhibition?” I was surprised. “You paint, too?”
“You could say that,” Asher smiled mysteriously. “I have another identity you might have heard of.”
He took out a silver stamp engraved with a complex star pattern.
My eyes widened.
It was the exclusive seal of “Stardust.”
Stardust, the most mysterious and acclaimed psychic artist in Europe. His works were priceless, but no one had ever seen his face.
“You’re Stardust?” I looked at him in disbelief.
“Surprised?” Asher smiled shyly. “I’ve been creating under this name since I was ten.”
“But… why keep it a secret?”
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“Because I didn’t want people to know I was the heir of the Moon–Ember pack,” he explained. “Art should be pure, untainted by status or power.”
I thought about my own anonymous identity and couldn’t help but smile.
“So, your proposal is?”
“A joint exhibition in Paris,” Asher’s eyes were full of anticipation. “We can display our work together, and let more people see what true psychic art is,”
The offer was tempting.
And the chance to collaborate with the legendary Stardust was a rare opportunity.
“Okay,” I nodded. “When?”
“Next weekend. I’ve already booked the gallery.”
A week later, Paris.
The private art gallery near the Louvre was decorated like a dream.
Our paintings were meticulously displayed, the soft lighting making each piece radiate a unique charm.
The opening ceremony attracted many of Europe’s werewolf art lovers.
“These works are breathtaking!”
“Stardust has finally revealed himself!”
“That new artist is so talented, her paintings are full of emotional depth.”
I stood beside a painting of a moonlit forest, listening to the guests‘ praise, a long–forgotten sense of accomplishment warming my heart.
This was the first public display of my work since my rebirth. It felt like I had found my soul again.
“Clara,” Asher walked over to me. “How are you feeling?”
“Wonderful,” I said sincerely. “Thank you for giving me this opportunity.”
“Don’t thank me. Your talent is what won everyone over,” he looked at me gently. “And… it’s my honor to collaborate with you.
We smiled at each other, a beautiful understanding flowing between us.
Just then, the gallery doors swung open.
A tall figure appeared at the entrance, his presence making the entire room tense up.
I felt a familiar, powerful Alpha scent, and my heart stopped.
The man’s gaze scanned the crowd, and when it landed on me, his eyes erupted with disbelief.
No. It can’t be.
How did he find me?
The man strode through the crowd, heading straight for me.
His eyes were filled with tears, his hand trembling as he reached for me.
“Clara…” he breathed, his voice a raw whisper as he pulled me into his arms. “You’re alive.”
