LOGINLucifer Arrives (Part 2)
The war room remained silent after Lucifer’s revelation. Fuji was gathering supporters. The words lingered heavily in the air. Sam stared at the documents spread across the table. For years, Fuji had competed with her. Competed for attention. Competed for praise. Competed for approval. But this felt different. Far more dangerous.<Lucifer Arrives (Part 2) The war room remained silent after Lucifer’s revelation. Fuji was gathering supporters. The words lingered heavily in the air. Sam stared at the documents spread across the table. For years, Fuji had competed with her. Competed for attention. Competed for praise. Competed for approval. But this felt different. Far more dangerous. This wasn’t simple jealousy anymore. This was politics. Power. Ambition. And ambition could destroy entire clans. Lucifer rubbed his temples. “I tried stopping her.” Sam looked up. “What happened?” A bitter smile crossed his face. “She stopped listening.” The answer hurt more than she expected. Because L
Lucifer Arrives (Part 1) The morning after the Moon Goddess’ warning felt strangely quiet. White Fang Palace was bustling with activity after the discovery of the spy, yet an uneasy tension hung over the territory. Everyone could feel it. Something was coming. Something big. Sam stood on the palace balcony, staring at the snowy landscape beyond the walls. Her thoughts were a mess. The Moon Heir. The prophecy. The mysterious enemy called the Moon King’s Shadow. The spy. The Shadow Hunters. Everything seemed to be happening at once and somehow, she still couldn’t stop thinking about one thing. “My Luna.” The words echoed through her mind again. Immediately, her cheeks warmed.
The Moon Goddess’ Warning The symbol lingered in everyone’s minds long after it disappeared. No one spoke for several moments. The atmosphere inside Sam’s room had become unbearably tense even Deph looked serious and that alone was enough to concern everyone because Deph Ian Woods rarely took anything seriously. Queen Rhed broke the silence first. “What prophecy?” Deph folded his arms, his golden eyes remained fixed on the place where the symbol had appeared. “I saw it years ago.” Everyone immediately looked at him. Metro frowned. “You’ve seen it before?” The Woods Alpha nodded. “My father kept ancient records.” For the first time, his usual arrogance was gone. “My clan has guarded fragments of Northern history for generations.” Sam blinked. That was new.
Dreams of the Past The hunt had begun, those four words echoed throughout White Fang Palace long after midnight. The Shadow Hunters knew. They knew about the Moon Heir. They knew about Sam. And sooner or later— They would come. Nobody slept peacefully that night. Not the warriors. Not Metro. Not Queen Rhed. Not Froz. And certainly not Sam. The future Luna lay awake staring at the ceiling. The warning message replayed endlessly inside her mind. The Shadow Hunters know. The Shadow Hunters know. The Shadow Hunters know. Eventually exhaustion won.
The Moon Heir The journey back to White Fang Territory should have felt victorious. The Shadow Hunters had been driven back. The Frozen Throne had been discovered. The truth about the Moonborn Clan had finally begun surfacing and Sam had learned who she truly was. Yet instead of feeling relieved— She felt overwhelmed. The Last Moon Heir. The title echoed endlessly inside her mind. Every hour. Every minute. Every breath. The Last Moon Heir. The future Luna sat atop her horse as the White Fang party traveled through the northern forests. Snow drifted from the sky, the mountains slowly disappeared behind them. And still— She couldn’t stop thinking. The Last Moon Heir. The words felt too big. Too important. Too heavy. She wasn’t a legendary hero. She wasn’t some ancient queen. She was Summit Angel Warm, the rebellious daughter who constantly annoyed her father. The wolf who got into trouble, the girl who accidentally challenged one of the most terrify
My Luna The gates of the Frozen Throne stood before them like the entrance to another world. Ancient. Silent. Untouched by time. Massive walls of ice stretched high into the mountain itself, glowing faintly beneath the moonlight. The crescent moon symbol engraved across the gates seemed alive. Watching. Waiting. Remembering. For several moments nobody spoke. Nobody moved even Deph looked serious which was unusual and concerning. Sam stepped closer, her heart pounding. The mark on her wrist suddenly burned, not painfully but warmly. As if recognizing something. As if she had finally come home. The moment her fingers touched the frozen symbol, the mountain shook. A deep rumble echoed through the valley. Everyone immediately stepped back, the gates began moving. Ancient ice cracked. Snow fell from above. Centuries of silence shattered. Then— For the first time in hundreds of years— The Frozen Throne opened. A rush of cold air emerged from within.
The Woman in the Portrait The garden fell silent. Completely silent. Even the wind seemed to stop. Sam stared at the scroll in Deph’s hand. Her mother’s information. After all this time. After all these years. After countless questions without answers.
The Scar Beneath the Ice The next morning felt different. Not because of the storm. Not because of the Shadow Hunters. Not even because White Fang Territory remained under heightened security. It felt different because of what had happened the night before.
Hidden Truths The palace had not slept. Not truly. Not after the attack. Even as dawn arrived over White Fang Territory, tension still lingered in the air. Warriors patrolled every corridor. Scouts came and went without rest. Servants whispered among themselves. Everyone knew something had chan
The Rescue The ballroom fell silent. No one moved. No one breathed. The wounded warrior remained kneeling in the center of the hall, blood dripping from his torn uniform onto the polished floor. His chest rose and fell violently. His face was pale. Terrified. And that terrified ever







