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The Divided Howl

Author: Temi
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-20 19:10:06

The first rays of dawn filtered through the dense forest canopy, lighting the edges of the pack lands with a soft golden glow. But the Alpha's mansion had already been buzzing long before the sun crept over the horizon.

Word had spread like wildfire. Diva, the weak Luna everyone mocked, had defeated Ronan.

And saved the Alpha.

It was the guards who had followed Derek and Diva to the battlefield who first brought the tale to the pack. Wide-eyed, still bearing the scent of blood and ash, they spoke of how Diva stepped into the fight, how her wolf held her ground against the feral rage of Ronan, and how she stood over the bleeding Alpha when all seemed lost.

The reaction was instant—and divided.

By midmorning, the outer grounds of the Alpha mansion were filled with wolves. Some came with heads bowed, humbled by the truth they'd refused to see. Others came with lips curled in doubt, their mistrust fanned by Kyra's poisonous whispers.

"She is not who we thought," muttered Freya, one of the elder she-wolves who had once mocked Diva. Her voice shook slightly as she turned to face the crowd outside the iron gates. "The girl faced Ronan. Alone. Not even Derek’s Beta dared that."

"And why should we believe that?" another voice spat. Kyra stood among a cluster of her loyal followers, arms crossed over her chest, face tight with feigned calm. "Ronan was injured. The guards exaggerate because they like the taste of a good story. You all know Diva’s no warrior."

Whispers rippled through the crowd like an echo of the wind.

"But the guards swore it."

"Maybe she got lucky."

"She shouldn't be our Luna anyway. The bond broke, didn't it? That means something."

"She doesn't belong here."

The tension snapped like a drawn bowstring when Kael, one of Derek's trusted guards, stepped forward.

"I was there," he said, his deep voice silencing the murmurs. "I watched her fight. I saw her bleed. Ronan could've ripped her throat out, but she didn’t back down. That wasn’t luck. That was a wolf protecting her Alpha."

Another guard, Soren, scoffed from the shadows. "And what if Ronan held back? Or what if she ran in like a fool and just distracted him enough?"

"Say that again, and I'll knock your teeth in," Kael growled, stepping toward him.

Before claws could be drawn, a soft sound stole everyone's attention.

A door creaked open.

Diva.

She stepped out onto the front steps of the Alpha mansion, her long hair braided loosely over one shoulder, her cloak hanging over her slim shoulders. Her eyes—once always downcast—were now sharp, steady, glowing faintly gold. Her wolf stirred just beneath her skin, present enough for all to sense.

She didn't speak. She didn't need to.

Her presence alone silenced the unrest like a dominant howl in the wind.

Some wolves lowered their gazes. Others dared to meet her eyes—and flinched when they did.

She was no longer the trembling girl who had once stood beside Derek in silence. She was the wolf who had bled for her Alpha, the one who stepped into battle when others hesitated.

Even Kyra blinked, just once, her confidence faltering for a heartbeat.

Diva let the silence stretch. Then, without a word, she turned and walked back inside. No speech. No defense. Just strength.

Inside the mansion, past the polished marble halls and ancient stone archways, Derek stirred.

The Alpha's chambers were quiet, thick with the scent of herbs and healing salves. Moonflowers glowed faintly near the windowsill, their light softening the room. Derek lay on the bed, the wound on his chest bound tightly with fresh linen.

His eyes blinked open slowly, the light stabbing into them like tiny daggers.

Pain.

Memory.

Ronan.

Diva.

He sat up slightly, groaning as his muscles protested.

"You're awake," muttered Lars, his Beta, stepping into the room with a bowl of water. "You've been out almost a full night."

Derek said nothing at first. His thoughts were slow, muddied—until they weren't.

Images returned.

Diva. Standing between him and death. Her eyes wild, her wolf surging to protect him.

He frowned.

Then more memories flooded in. Not just the battle.

All the times he’d silenced her.

All the times he’d chained her with his commands.

He remembered the day the Smoothsayer declared her his Luna—how he had clenched his jaw in fury, how he refused to even look at her afterward. He remembered forbidding her from speaking in council meetings. He remembered the guard he stationed outside her room.

She had been a prisoner in his home.

And still… she saved him.

Derek closed his eyes. Shame settled on his chest heavier than any wound.

"They’re speaking her name out there," Lars said, almost amused. "Half the pack wants to kneel. The other half wants to rip her apart."

Derek grunted. "And you?"

"I saw what she did. I make my own judgments."

Derek leaned his head back. The ache wasn’t just in his ribs. It was in his soul.

She had every right to let him die.

Instead, she fought like the Luna she was fated to be.

He had pushed her, ignored her, doubted her—and she still chose him.

Outside, the pack continued to gather.

Some wolves brought gifts—wild herbs, food, carved stones. One young she-wolf knelt by the gates, whispering prayers to the Moon Goddess in Diva's name.

But still others kept their distance, their gazes cold.

One male, broad-shouldered and bitter, growled to his companion, "She’s not Luna. The bond's broken. That means the Moon Goddess rejected her."

Kyra, always lurking, smirked as she fed those fires. "Derek deserves someone chosen by the Goddess, not some pathetic wolf who lucked her way into survival."

But not everyone was fooled.

Freya stepped toward Kyra, her voice sharp. "Then let the Moon Goddess strike her down. Until then, she stands as Luna. She protected the Alpha when others cowered. I don’t care if her bond snapped—I care that she stayed."

Silence.

The pack was on the edge.

And Diva—for the first time in her life—was at the center.

Inside, she stood at the doorway of Derek’s room, watching him from the shadows.

He met her gaze.

And this time, he didn’t look away.

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