Two days of bed rest had done wonders for Mira's condition. The false contractions had ceased, and the baby had settled into a more regular pattern of movement. But the forced inactivity had also given her time to think, and by the time Healer Thorne cleared her for limited activity, she had a plan.
"You're certain about this?" Lucian asked as he helped her into the council chamber, where Lyra waited with detailed maps spread across the table.
"The false contractions weren't random," Mira said, settling carefully into her chair. "They happened exactly when we were discussing the Luna families. My body—my power—was responding to the urgency of their situation."
Lyra looked up from where she'd been marking locations on the map. "I've been in contact with the three messenger families. Two are willing to relocate to allied territories, but the Shadowmere family refuses to leave their ancestral lands."
"Where are they?" Mira asked, studying the map.
"Here," Lyra pointed to a remote mountain region. "They've been hiding in caves for over a decade. The grandmother is too old to travel, and they won't abandon her."
"And Garrett's forces?"
"Half a day's march from Shadowmere territory," Lucian reported grimly. "Our scouts confirm he's brought over fifty wolves, all armed for war."
Mira felt the baby kick, as if responding to her rising anger. "He's planning to take them by force."
"It gets worse," Lyra said quietly. "I received word from my contacts this morning. Garrett isn't working alone. He's formed an alliance with two other northern packs. They're calling it the 'Regulation Council'—claiming authority over all Luna bloodlines."
"On whose authority?" Mira demanded.
"Their own, apparently. They're arguing that uncontrolled Luna power threatens pack stability across the territories."
Mira stood slowly, her hand resting on her belly as she considered their options. "How quickly can we mobilize?"
"Mira, no," Lucian said immediately. "You're five months pregnant and just recovered from false labor. You're not riding into battle."
"I'm not suggesting I ride anywhere," she replied calmly. "But my power doesn't require my physical presence."
Both Lucian and Lyra stared at her. "What do you mean?" Lyra asked.
"The false contractions sent ripples across the territories—you said so yourself. If I can project power unintentionally during stress, then I should be able to do it intentionally during meditation."
"That's... theoretically possible," Lyra said slowly. "The old stories mention Lunas who could project their presence across great distances. But it's never been documented in the modern era."
"Then we're about to make history," Mira decided. "Lyra, I'll need you to guide me through any rituals or techniques your family preserved. Lucian, I need you to coordinate with Rowan—if this works, we'll need allied forces ready to move quickly."
A scout entered the chamber, his expression urgent. "Luna, Alpha—Garrett's forces have been spotted at the entrance to Shadowmere territory. And there's more. Refugees from two other Luna families arrived at dawn. They say their settlements were raided in the night."
The baby kicked hard, and Mira felt silver light flicker around her in response to her fury. "How many casualties?"
"Unknown, Luna. The families scattered. Some escaped, others..." The scout's voice trailed off.
"Others are missing," Mira finished grimly. She turned to Lyra. "How quickly can you teach me the projection techniques?"
"If you're naturally gifted at it—and given what happened two days ago, you clearly are—perhaps a few hours of preparation."
"Then we start now," Mira said, moving toward the chamber where she did her meditation. "Send word to all allied packs. Tell them the Luna Network is forming, and anyone who threatens Luna families answers to all of us."
As they prepared for what might be her most ambitious use of Luna power yet, Mira felt the weight of responsibility settling over her like a mantle. She wasn't just protecting her own family anymore—she was becoming the voice for every hidden Luna family across the territories.
The baby settled into stillness, as if conserving energy for what was to come. And somewhere in the mountains, the Shadowmere family waited for salvation that might come in a form they'd never imagined.
The network was forming, with threads of silver light that would soon span the known world.
Dawn broke over a territory transformed by magic and purpose. Mira woke to find Aurora already alert, her silver eyes tracking the movements of silver light that danced across the ceiling—reflections from the Luna children still maintaining their connection outside."She hasn't slept," Lucian said softly, settling beside them with a cup of strengthening tea. "Neither have the other children. They've been maintaining that connection all night.""Are they exhausted?" Mira asked, accepting the tea gratefully while Aurora made soft musical sounds."The opposite. They seem energized by it." Lucian's expression was filled with wonder and concern. "Healer Thorne says he's never seen anything like it. The children are sharing energy, not draining it."A gentle knock interrupted them. Elder Sage entered, her ancient face showing the strain of a sleepless night spent in consultation with the old texts."I've found references," she said without preamble, settling carefully in the chair beside th
By evening, Blackpine territory had transformed into something unprecedented. The main settlement overflowed with Luna families, their silver-touched children creating an otherworldly atmosphere as they played together for the first time in their lives. Mira watched from her recovery chamber window, Aurora nursing peacefully in her arms, as the scope of what they'd accomplished became clear."Forty-three families confirmed," Lyra reported, entering with updated tallies. "Including bloodlines we thought were extinct. The Starweaver clan arrived an hour ago—they've been hiding in the far northern wastes for three generations.""Any word from the eastern territories?" Mira asked, adjusting Aurora's position as the baby finished feeding."Mixed responses. The Moonvale family is traveling under heavy guard—they've been persecuted by local packs for years. But the Silvermist bloodline..." Lyra's expression darkened. "They were attacked two days ago. Only the children escaped."Aurora made a
The hours following Aurora's birth passed in a blur of activity and wonder. News of the Luna child's arrival spread through the territories faster than any messenger could travel, carried on currents of magic that every supernatural being could feel. By midmorning, delegations from packs that had never acknowledged Luna authority were requesting audiences.Mira lay in the recovery chamber, Aurora sleeping peacefully in her arms, while reports filtered in from across the region. The baby's natural silver glow had settled into a gentle luminescence that pulsed in rhythm with her breathing, mesmerizing everyone who saw her."The Thornfield Assembly has been postponed indefinitely," Lucian reported, settling carefully beside the bed. "Garrett's coalition is fracturing. Half his supporters withdrew after feeling Aurora's birth announcement.""What kind of announcement?" Mira asked, though she was beginning to understand the scope of what had happened.Elder Sage entered with a stack of mes
The birthing chamber had been hastily prepared while Kane's rescue operation launched into the night. Mira gripped Lucian's hand as another contraction overwhelmed her, silver light pulsing with each wave of pain that brought their child closer to the world."Easy, Luna," Healer Thorne said, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them. "The baby's coming fast, but everything looks normal. Just breathe through the next one."Through the bond, Mira felt Lucian's fierce protectiveness warring with his need to coordinate the rescue. "Go," she gasped between contractions. "Help Kane. I can feel the girls—they're terrified.""I'm not leaving you," Lucian said firmly."You're not leaving me. You're saving our future." Another contraction hit, and the silver light around her intensified. "Our child will be born free because of what we do tonight."Elder Sage burst into the chamber, the ancient Charter clutched in her trembling hands. "Luna, Kane's team has breached the perimeter. They'
The meditation chamber had been hastily converted into a ritual space, candles arranged in precise patterns while Mira fought through increasingly intense contractions. Elder Sage worked frantically with the ancient texts, searching for precedents that might allow what they were attempting."There's no record of a Luna projecting during active labor," she muttered, her weathered fingers tracing passages in the Charter. "The magical strain alone could kill both mother and child.""Then we make new precedent," Mira said through gritted teeth, another contraction making silver light flicker around her. "Those girls don't have time for us to find a safer option."Healer Thorne hovered anxiously with his supplies. "Luna, your body is trying to deliver this baby. Fighting against it while channeling power...""Could tear me apart, I know," Mira finished. "But leaving Vera's granddaughters in Garrett's hands guarantees they'll face something worse than death. They'll become his weapons agains
Within two hours, the great hall had transformed into a war room. Maps of Thornfield Valley covered every surface while Kane's intelligence officers worked alongside Blackpine strategists. The alliance felt surreal—former enemies planning together while Mira struggled with increasingly uncomfortable contractions."The valley has three approach routes," Kane explained, pointing to the tactical map. "Garrett's positioned his forces to control all of them, but there's a weakness here—" He indicated a narrow ravine on the eastern side. "Scout reports suggest minimal guard presence.""Because it's nearly impossible to navigate with a large force," Lucian observed grimly. "We'd be limited to small teams.""Which is exactly what we need," Selene interjected. "This isn't about overwhelming force. It's about precision extraction."Mira shifted uncomfortably in her chair, another wave of pain making her grip the armrests. The contractions were coming more frequently now, though she was trying t