"Again," he ordered, his voice calm but commanding.
I narrowed my eyes, focusing on the strange pressure building in my chest that coiled, electric pulse I’d only recently begun to understand. I locked eyes with Kai. The power surged.
"Submit."
The word left my lips before I could think twice. The wind around us seemed to hush, and for a heartbeat, nothing moved. Then Kai’s knees buckled. He sank to the ground, one hand braced against the earth, his head bowed.
My eyes widened in horror. "Kai! I didn’t mean to"
He lifted his gaze to me, eyes dark with something unreadable. Slowly, deliberately, he rose to his full height, brushing moss from his pants.
"Well, that settles it," he said, voice roughened with something between awe and caution. "You can command an Alpha."
Heat rushed to my face. "I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would actually work."
He tilted his head. "Luna, you told me to submit. My wolf couldn’t resist you. That wasn’t a suggestion. It was a royal command."
The term made me flinch. Royal command. It felt unnatural in my mouth, too big for someone like me, someone still broken in places Marcus had torn open.
Kai must have seen it in my expression because his voice softened. "You’re stronger than any wolf I’ve ever known. But power like that comes with weight. You can’t use it in anger. Or fear. You have to control it."
I turned away, arms crossing tightly over my chest. "What if I can’t? What if I become the monster they think I am?"
"Then I’ll stop you," he said simply. "But I don’t think I’ll need to. You’re not like them."
I looked back at him, surprised. "Them?"
He stepped closer, eyes never leaving mine. "Those who crave power for its own sake. You didn’t ask for this. That’s why you might actually be the one we need."
The emergency call came just after sunset. A rogue pack had attacked a small human town on the edge of neutral territory, a place where werewolves sometimes hid their young during unrest. The children were the targets.
We arrived just in time to see chaos unfolding. Smoke curled from broken windows, screams echoed through the air, and the scent of blood both human and wolf tainted the wind.
Kai gave orders, directing warriors to the perimeter. But my focus zeroed in on a small, trembling group of children cornered near a burning schoolhouse. Three rogue wolves circled them, growling low.
"Stay back," Kai warned, grabbing my wrist.
But I shrugged him off. "They’re children."
"We don't know how many rogues are here, Luna. We can't risk"
"I won't let them die."
Before he could stop me, I was sprinting through the chaos, heart pounding in rhythm with my footsteps. As I neared the children, the rogues turned their attention to me, lips curling back over bloodstained fangs.
I stopped, feet planted wide, drawing on that ancient fire inside me. The same electric pull flared to life.
"I command you to submit!"
The words exploded from my chest like thunder.
The rogues faltered mid-pounce. Their bodies seized, eyes clouding with confusion, then clarity. Slowly, painfully, they dropped to their bellies, tails tucked.
Silence fell.
The children stared at me with wide, tear-streaked faces. I knelt, lowering my voice. "You're safe now. Come with me."
A small boy with a torn hoodie stepped forward first. Then the others followed.
Kai met me halfway, eyes locked on the subdued rogues. "You commanded them. Not just froze or frightened you bent their will."
I nodded, my heart still racing. "I didn’t mean to do it like that. It just... happened."
He glanced at the children clinging to my legs. "Happened or not, you just saved lives."
One of the mothers rushed forward, tears streaming down her face as she scooped her daughter into her arms. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "But... what are you?"
The question struck harder than I expected. I had no answer.
The next day, Celeste summoned an elder from a distant pack, a gnarled old man with milky eyes and a voice like rustling leaves. His name was Elder Brann.
He studied me for what felt like hours, his cloudy gaze never wavering.
"It is as I feared," he said finally. "The prophecy speaks true."
"What prophecy?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"The rise of the Lycan Queen," he replied. "A she-wolf born of royal blood, able to command the wild and tame the warring tribes. She will unite the supernatural under one rule, or see it all fall into ruin."
The words felt like a stone dropped in the pit of my stomach.
"You're saying... that's me?"
He nodded. "You bear the mark in your eyes. The gift in your voice. The strength in your spirit."
I turned to Kai. "You knew."
He didn't deny it. "I suspected. It’s why I sought you out. But I wanted you to discover it for yourself."
I stood, pacing. "So what now? Am I supposed to rally packs like some queen from an old war
story? I don’t want a throne. I just want to stop the people who hurt me."
"Justice and leadership aren’t enemies," Kai said quietly. "You can do both."
I looked at him, my chest aching with the weight of it all. Destiny, prophecy, power. I didn’t asked for any of it. But maybe, just maybe, I could use it.
"Then we start now," I said. "We find the ones behind this. And we end it."
Kai smiled, not with amusement, but with pride. "As you command, Luna."
The wind whispered through the trees, and for once since Marcus shattered my world, I felt something stir in my bones.
Purpose.
My spirit bleeds in the Forsaken Realm, fractured in ways that go beyond physical injury, dim as a candle guttering in its final moments before darkness claims it entirely. The consciousness that hangs here, torn from my flesh and bound in shackles forged from crystallized regret, has been worn thin by eons of torment. Yet through the cracks of despair those hairline fractures that appear in even the most carefully constructed prison when hope refuses to die completely I feel something again.Them.My children again....Not just their voices, but their presence, their souls blazing like beacons in the darkness that has defined my existence for so long. Alexander's fire burns brightest, defiant, impossible to snuff out no matter how much darkness presses against it. I taste his courage on the spectral air like smoke after battle, sharp and acrid and absolutely real. His power doesn't burn clean like Seraphina's scholarly flames or gentle like Kai Jr. 's healing light. This is the fir
I feel myself splitting.Not just my skin, not just my bones. The very essence of what I am, what I was, what I might still become, tearing apart like fabric under impossible strain. It's as if someone has taken my soul and stretched it across two different worlds, pulling in opposite directions until something has to give. The sensation is beyond pain, beyond madness it's the feeling of existing in spaces that were never meant to contain the same consciousness simultaneously.In the mountains, my beast-body thrashes against the snow with mindless violence. The white powder turns red beneath me, melting instantly from the supernatural heat that radiates from my cursed form. My claws carve deep gorges into the ancient stone, leaving marks that will outlast kingdoms, wounds in the earth that mirror the wounds in my spirit. The granite screams as it splits, a sound like the world itself crying out in protest at what I have become.My jaws snap at ghosts that are only echoes of my own mad
The air in the Forsaken Realm shivered, as though the very walls of this prison had suddenly taken a breath after eons of stillness. It was a subtle thing at first, a change in pressure, a shift in the quality of the eternal twilight that had been my only companion. The perpetual fog that clung to everything in this cursed place.My chains rattled against my will, the ethereal bonds that held me suspended in this void of gray stone and darker shadows beginning to vibrate with an energy I didn't recognize. They whispered warnings in voices I knew too well, my father's disappointed sigh when I had first turned to darker magics, my mother's final words before the plague claimed her, the countless advisors who had counseled patience when I chose power instead. The chains had always spoken in the language of regret, but now their whispers carried something new: fear.Something was happening in the world beyond this realm, something the Cursemaker had not commanded, had not foreseen, had no
The mountains weren't silent. They were ancient things, older than memory, older than the civilizations that had risen and fallen in their shadows, and they carried their age in voices of wind and stone. The wind screamed, a constant keening that spoke of centuries of storms weathered and seasons endured. The wolves that prowled these peaks howled their hunger to the night, their voices rising and falling in harmonies that predated human understanding of music itself.And inside me, the beast that had consumed my flesh growled with endless fury, a bass note of rage that vibrated through my bones and into the very bedrock beneath my claws. It was a sound without beginning or end, the eternal snarl of something that had forgotten how to be anything but angry. Day and night, waking and sleeping if such distinctions even applied to creatures like me.Yet tonight, beneath all these chaos, something else stirred in the spaces between heartbeats, in the pauses between the wind's screaming so
I smelled it before I saw it. Smoke, pain, Fear. The acrid stench of burning wood and melting metal mingled with something sweeter and more terrible the scent of charred flesh, of dreams turned to ash, of an empire dying in flames. The wind carried it all to these mountain peaks, each gust a messenger bearing news of my kingdom's end.The echoes of my people's screams reached me even here, high in the mountains where my beast prowled, tearing into rock and soil as though the world itself were prey. My physical form this wolf-thing the curse had made of my fleshmoved without conscious thought, driven by a rage that had no outlet, no target worthy of its fury. Granite split beneath my claws. Ancient pines toppled as I thrashed against them, their mighty trunks snapping like kindling. But no amount of destruction up here could match what was happening below.I was not there in Hollowshade, not in the throne room where I had held court for years, not even standing among the ruins of its
The chains bite deeper every time I move. They're not iron, not flesh, but something crueler woven from my own pain. Each breath rattles in my chest like it doesn't belong to me anymore. The metal tastes of copper and shame, and I wonder if this is what drowning feels like when the water is made of your own failures.I've lost count of how long my consciousness has been suspended here in this twisted mockery of sanctuary. Time moves differently in the Cursemaker's realm, stretching moments of agony into eternities while collapsing years of memory into heartbeats. The walls around me pulse with a sickly luminescence, like veins carrying poisoned light through dead flesh. Every surface reflects my face back at me, distorted and hollow, showing me what I've become what I chose to become when I made that first, fatal bargain.The chains shift with each shallow breath, tightening around my wrists until I can feel my pulse hammering against the ethereal bonds. They know my shame better than