Crown of the Luna; my mate wants me dead

The night was filled with the thick scent of smoke that swallowed the whole of the Crestwood kingdom.The palace which was once a peaceful place was now stained with blood and stench of the brave bodies of wolves who had perished defending their Luna. From a distance away, you could hear haunting howls that replaced the eerie silence, the clash of steel and the growls of those still battling for the throne.But In the heart of the all these chaos, Luna Selene stood strong and unwavering.Her silver hair whipped wildly, following the direction of the wind, stained with dirt and streaked with blood. The hem of her once-innocent gown was torn and drenched in the blood dripping from a deep wound in her arm. Her golden crown gleamed dimly in the firelight, her eyes sharp as the very moon casting shadows above. She was weak but she wasn't going to give up…not when all was at stake.“Crestwood does not fall tonight!” she roared, raising her blade high.A mocking laugh shattered her words.“E

The next morning, Aunt Zaria entered Leora's room to find her pacing about restlessly.“Child…are you okay? What is the problem?” She asked, concerned.Leora was immediately pulled out of her thoughts, she turned to face her aunt, who stared at her with a curious look .“Look at your face” she said noticing the dark circles under Leora's eyes. “…did you get get any sleep at all?”Leora wanted to but she couldn't bring herself to tell her aunt about what she had heard last night. She was afraid Aunt Zaria would think we were going crazy.Leora sat down on the edge of the bed, her fingers knotting together as she let out a long sigh. “This whole thing about finding a mate. Why is that so important? Why can’t I just… I don’t know, unlock my wolf abilities on my own?”Her aunt joined her, sitting beside her with a quiet grace, . “Leora, you are not like the others. If you had been born of two wolves, your abilities would have awakened at birth. You would have shifted by now, and the bond

The sky was dark and the moon cast a pale glow over the kingdom. Guards patrolled lazily at the far ends of the wall, unaware of the figure slipping through the shadows. Theron moved silently, his steps sure and careful. He left the palace grounds without hesitation, pulling his dark hood over his head as he passed through the gate and disappeared into the forest path.At the far side of the forest, a black horse was tied to a tree. Theron got on the horse and rode into the night. After some minutes, he stopped in front of a small wooden house tucked away between the trees. He tapped lightly on the door.“It’s me.” he said with a voice just above a whisper.There was a pause at first then the sound of footsteps. The door creaked open just enough to reveal a woman’s scanning eyes. When she recognized him, her face softened, and she quickly allowed him inside. Theron pulled down his hood and sat at the small table, a frown plastered on his face . Lyandra poured him a cup of tea and sli

Theron’s towering presence shadowed her as she stepped toward the entrance of Wolfe College. The building itself loomed large, tall stone walls etched with ancient markings, a reminder that this wasn’t an ordinary school.Before she could fully take it in, a tall man in a crisp suit rushed out to meet her. His hair was graying at the temples, and his spectacles glimmered as he bowed slightly.“Luna Leora,” he greeted with a warm but slightly nervous smile. “Welcome. My name is Principal Lycus , the head of Wolf College.”Leora gave a small nod. “Good morning, Principal.”“I hope the ride here was pleasant?” he asked, already gesturing for her to follow.“It was… quiet,” she replied, stealing a glance at Theron, who trailed behind them in silence.Lycus cleared his throat. “Well then, if you’ll allow me, I’d like to give you a brief tour of the academy before your first class. It is tradition, after all.”Leora followed as he guided her across the school hallway, filled with groups of

Leora trudged down the palace corridor, her feet dragging against the polished marble floor. Every muscle in her body screamed with exhaustion, and her head still buzzed with the endless stares and whispers from school. By the time she reached her room, she didn’t bother turning on the light—she just threw herself face-first onto the bed.Her muffled groan filled the silence. “If every day is going to be like this, I’m doomed.”The door creaked open, and a familiar voice slipped in. “Rough first day?”Leora rolled over to see Aunt Zaria standing by the doorframe, arms folded, her piercing dark eyes studying her. Zaria wasn’t the kind of woman you could easily lie to. With a sigh, Leora sat up, pushing her hair back.“That wasn’t school, Aunt Zaria,” she muttered. “That was hell.”Zaria closed the door and stepped in, her footsteps measured, calm. “Tell me everything.”Leora did. She spilled about the students gawking, about Nyra and her twin Nyelle, about the so-called elite group wit