Chapter 5: Dangerous Propositions

The moon hung low and full over the clearing, casting silver light on the carnage left behind by the rogue attack. The air was heavy with the scent of blood, singed earth, and fear. Medics scurried among the wounded, and the once vibrant gathering grounds now resembled a battlefield. I stood off to the side, my cloak pulled tight around me, heart still racing from the adrenaline.

I had revealed too much. The power I’d unleashed wasn’t something ordinary wolves could understand,  certainly not something I could explain away. I expected whispers, suspicion, maybe even fear. What I hadn’t expected was for Kai Nightshade to seek me out the moment the dust settled.

He approached quietly, his steps purposeful but careful. There was something calculated in his posture, not threatening, but deliberate. I could feel his presence like a gravitational force impossible to ignore.

“You fought like you were born to,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Not just trained. That was instinct. Legacy.”

I stiffened. “Thanks, but I don’t recall asking for commentary.”

“I  now know who you are.” He stopped a few feet away, his dark eyes unreadable. “Luna Blackwood. The rejected mate. The one who supposedly died of heartbreak.”

My blood turned to ice. “You’re mistaken.”

“No, I’m not.” He tilted his head. “I saw it in the way you moved. And your eyes… no one forgets those eyes.”

I took a step back, my wolf rising to the surface in panic. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do. And I think you’ve been hiding for a good reason.” He crossed his arms. “The kind of power you displayed? That wasn’t just a survival instinct. That was control. Command.”

“I don’t owe you any explanation,” I snapped.

“No, you don’t,” he said, surprisingly calm. “But you should know that I’ve been looking for someone like you. Not just because of your abilities. But because you’re the last link in a prophecy that’s coming true.”

I hesitated. That word prophecy sent a chill down my spine.

“I’m not here to out you, Luna. I’m here to understand why you’ve been hunted. And to offer you something you don’t seem to get often: honesty.”

I didn’t know whether to believe him, but something in his tone grounded, almost sorrowful, kept me from walking away.

“Why are you really here, Kai?”

“Because the balance of our world is tipping, and if we don’t act soon, it’ll collapse.”

We sat in a quiet grove away from the others, the moonlight dappled through the trees. Kai leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his expression serious.

“There’s a conspiracy building against the werewolf world,” he began. “Something ancient. Older than most of us even realize.”

I didn’t interrupt, though I wanted to.

“Your rejection wasn’t random,” he continued. “It was orchestrated. Someone needed to keep you vulnerable, hidden. They knew who you were, what you are. The last royal descendant of the Moon Goddess’s line. If you’d come into your power at the wrong time too early they wont be able to control you. So, they arranged for your betrayal.”

My throat went dry. “Arranged?”

“Marcus didn’t act alone.” His jaw tightened. “He may have thought it was his decision, but someone was whispering in his ear. Someone who needed you to be broken.”

I gripped a tree root beneath me, nails digging into bark. “Who?”

“I don’t know yet. But they’re working with other warlocks, vampires, even corrupted wolves. They want to destroy pack society from the inside. Divide us. Weaken us. And you were a threat to that plan.”

I closed my eyes. The pieces were beginning to fit Celeste’s warnings, my parents’ secrecy, the rejection that never quite made sense.

“My pack was wiped out three years ago,” Kai said, voice quieter now. “Slaughtered. No warning, no survivors. Except me. I survived because I wasn’t there that night. I was at a summit, trying to negotiate a treaty.”

My eyes widened. “You think it was the same people?”

“I know it was. And I’ve been tracking them ever since. Alone. Until now.”

Until me.

He let the silence stretch between us, giving me time to absorb the weight of his words. When I finally spoke, my voice was low. “So, what do you want from me?”

“An alliance.”

That word again. Heavy. Binding.

“You help me uncover this conspiracy. I’ll help you reclaim your birthright and your freedom.”

My wolf stirred at the offer, both wary and curious. “You’d do that for me? Why?”

“Because we need each other,” he said plainly. “And because I know what betrayal feels like.”

I studied him closely. There were old scars on his arms, the kind left by claws not just physical wounds, but memories etched into skin. He wasn’t lying.

“You’re not like Marcus,” I said before I could stop myself.

“No,” he agreed. “I’m not. But I’ve got my own ghosts.”

We both fell silent, two fractured wolves sitting in the ruins of a once-sacred place. The moon above bore witness to the tentative beginning of something neither of us could name.

The next morning, we met again this time under the pretense of a diplomatic exchange. Celeste stood nearby, silent but watchful.  My scent masked by herbs she’d brewed overnight.

Kai offered me a leather-bound notebook. “This has names. Movements. Alliances that shouldn’t exist.”

I opened it, scanning the pages. Warlocks in league with banished Alphas. Sightings of shadow creatures from the northern tundras. A pattern I hadn’t seen before, but now, I couldn’t unsee.

“This is what we’re up against?”

“Yes. And it’s only getting worse. I need someone on the inside, someone who can walk through fire and not flinch. That’s you.”

I closed the book slowly. “I don’t trust easily anymore.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” he said, his tone softening. “But I’ll earn it. If you let me.”

Our eyes locked. Something passed between us, something deeper than alliance or strategy.

An echo of something ancient.

I stepped closer, drawn by a pull I couldn’t name. “What if we fail?”

“Then we fall together,” he said. “But if we succeed, we change everything.”

I reached out to shake his hand.

The moment our skin touched, a bolt of energy surged through me electrically, primal. I gasped, and so did he. Our wolves stirred, howling beneath the surface.

Kai stared at me, eyes wide. “What was that?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered. But I did. Deep down, my soul recognized him.

Not as a mate. Not yet.

But as something far more dangerous 

A possibility.

 As I turned away, my palm still tingling from our contact, I couldn’t help but feel the stirrings of something I wasn’t ready to name. Behind me, Kai whispered just loud enough for me to hear:

“Destiny has funny timing, doesn’t it?”

And once again, I didn’t feel alone. I felt… chosen.