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BENEATH THE WOLF'S MOON

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The darkness pressed in tighter, suffocating. Elora stumbled through the broken ruins of the Shadow Realm, her breaths ragged, her fingers glowing faintly as if even her power was beginning to fade,her newly found powers were both a curse and a blessing and she had the entire fate of a an unknown pack on her hands which she didn't ask for but she also cannot run away from her fate.

Every step felt heavier. The voices hadn’t stopped whispering.

“Joel is not who you think he is… He’s a monster.”

“Do you really think Joel protects you because of love?”

“He’s waiting. Waiting to tear you apart and sacrifice you,you are only a curse that will lead to the down fall of the silver fang pack".

“Shut up,” Elora hissed, clutching her head. “Shut up, shut up,I refuse to listen to your lies because all you are saying is false." What Is silver fang pack and what do I hold their fate or anything."

The air shifted. Cold. Predatory.

A shadow beast emerged from the black fog—a towering creature with three heads, each maw dripping with acidic saliva and sharp claws that could tear the earth down in only one scratch.Its claws raked the stone floor, leaving glowing gashes.

Elora’s light flickered as fear stole her focus.

This one’s too big. I… I can’t—,this is torture!"

“ELORA!”

The voice ripped through the void like a gunshot.

Her heart slammed against her ribs as she turned.

Joel.

Except… not Joel.

Not fully.

He stood at the edge of the abyss, golden eyes blazing, his body rippling with restrained power. His fingers had already shifted—claws gleaming under the blood moonlight. His jaw clenched, fangs visible even as he fought to keep his human form.

But the beast lunged before Elora could react.

Joel snarled—a sound so deep and primal it shook the ground—and the shift overtook him. His body twisted, bones snapping, fur erupting across his skin. In seconds, a massive wolf stood in his place, larger than any normal creature, his black coat streaked with silver, eyes like molten gold.

Elora’s breath caught.

He’s… a wolf.     Now she understood what the voice was trying to tell her earlier on.

The beast charged. Joel met it head-on. The clash was brutal—teeth against teeth, claws tearing stone, snarls echoing like thunder. Joel’s wolf form was a blur of deadly grace, but the three-headed creature was relentless.

“Elora! Focus!” The Watcher’s voice rumbled in her mind. “This is your trial too. Channel your power or you’ll lose him.”

Tears blurred her vision. Her hands trembled as she forced herself to stand.

He’s fighting for me… Now I fight for him.

Her palms ignited with silver fire. She aimed at the beast’s center head and let the energy surge free.

A blinding blast hit the creature’s skull, forcing it back. Joel pounced, his massive jaws crushing the middle head with a sickening crack. The remaining heads howled as Elora sent another wave of energy crashing into their chest.

The creature toppled, its form dissolving into ash.

Silence.

Joel stood in the wreckage, his chest heaving, fur matted with shadow ichor. His golden eyes softened as they locked on hers.

Elora stepped forward, her voice trembling. “You’re… a wolf, and you pretended I was out of my mind when I said they exist".

Joel lowered his massive head, his eyes never leaving hers. There was no denial in his gaze. Only a quiet admission.

“Yes,” he seemed to say without words.

Tears slipped down her cheeks, but a fierce smile broke through. “I don't really mind you been a wolf, let’s be monsters together.”

The Watcher’s voice boomed above them. “The second trial is complete. One remains.”

But Elora wasn’t listening anymore. She pressed a glowing hand to Joel’s bloodied fur, her power seeping into him, healing his wounds.

“I’m not letting you fight alone again,” he whispered. “Not ever.”

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  • BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT    A HEART OF SHADOWS

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  • BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT    ASHES OF THE FORGOTTEN

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  • BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT    BLOOD IN THE COUNCIL HALL

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  • BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT    TRAILS

    The Forbidden Grove was alive. Not in a way that invited wonder, but with a sinister awareness that made every hair on Elora’s body stand on end. The fog twisted like ghostly hands, curling around her legs, and the trees loomed overhead—dark giants with twisted faces etched into their bark.Beside her, Joel’s hand hovered near hers, his golden eyes scanning the shifting shadows. “Keep your mind sharp. This place thrives on fear,” he said, his voice low but steady.“I’m trying,” Elora whispered, but her heart pounded like a drum.The glowing orb floated ahead of them, its light faint but persistent, tugging her forward as though it shared the same pull in her chest.---They’d walked barely five minutes before the first voice called out from the darkness.“Elora…”She froze, her breath catching. The sound was faint, almost fragile, but unmistakable.“That’s my mother’s voice,” she whispered.Joel didn’t break stride, only tightened his jaw. “No. It’s not. The Grove uses your memories a

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