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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.
“Even the moon cannot save you, Selene!”
Emerging from the dark side of the dying courtyard was Darius, a wicked wolf cloaked in madness. His sword dripped with blood, his dark red eyes burned with jealousy and envy. His once-perfect armor was battered and cracked .
“Your reign of mercy ends tonight Selene!” he snarled, his voice hoarse.
Selene tightened her grip on her blade, unshaken. “Mercy is what separates us from beasts like you.”
Darius sneered, pacing around her like a predatory wolf relishing its prey. “Your mercy is weakness. And weakness has no place on the throne.”
“You mistake ambition for strength,” she shot back despite the pain running through her. “But wolves who betray the moon never triumph.”
His lip curled into a mischievous smile. “Then watch as I prove you very wrong.”
With a swift movement, he lunged.
Selene growled as their blades clashed, sparks flying into the firelit night. Selene felt the force of his strike nearly buckle her knees, but she held firm, teeth gritted, muscles screaming in protest. She retaliated, her sword slicing across his arm, leaving him with a cut and drawing out blood.
Darius howled, but his anger only increased . His blade swung in furious strikes, each strike aimed at killing her will rather than disarming her. Selene dodged, twisted, and fought through the pain coming from her wound, refusing to submit.
She had promised herself that her daughter would never grow up under the chains of tyranny, that Crestwood would not fall into fear.
That vow, with the help of the moon goddess, gave her the strength she needed as she faced Darius.
“My father was the Alpha, he gave me this throne, it's rightfully mine ” Selene hissed as their swords locked. “You are a disgrace to the Wolf clan….how dare you turn your blade against your Luna.”
His fury surged, eyes blazing like wildfire. “A woman cannot rule Crestwood. It’s a betrayal to our bloodline! I'm supposed to be Alpha…no one but me”
“And yet, here I stand.” She pushed against him, forcing him back a step. “The Moon Pendant chose me. The crown chose me. You will never take what was never yours.”
“Hand it over now and I'll let everyone go” he said.
Selene knew Darius would not let his enemies live even if he wins. “Never!” She voiced.
Darius’s grin turned dark. “Then I shall carve it from your corpse!”
With a roar, he charged at her, his blade slipping through her defenses. Pain erupted in her chest, as the sword pierced it's way in.
Selene gasped, staggering backward. Her sword fell from her hand
‘No…I won't let this happen’ she said to herself and with the last strength in her, she transformed into a white wolf. She charged at Darius but it was already too late, he stabbed her again but this time left the sword in her body.
Darius stood over her with triumph in his eyes. “It should have been me,” he growled, reveling in the moment. “Always me.”
She morphed back to her human form, the stab wounds were so deep that there was no stopping the blood flowing from them. As her crown slipped from her head, she laid on the floor in her own pool of blood, refusing to surrender. Then she turned and began crawling toward the palace doors.
”Please protect her, protect my daughter” she silently prayed to the moon goddess.
Darius dragged her back and pulled her up, he bent down and reached for the pendant hidden under the collar of her dress with a smirk but when he pulled it out, his face fell instantly — it wasn't the pendant. “Where is it? Where is the moon pendant!” he fumed, his breath quickened.
Selene gave him a low laugh, she spat out blood and reached for his arm, holding it tight. “Someplace…where…you…you can never…find it” she managed to say, spitting out more blood.
Furious, Darius pulled out the sword from her body. Selene slumped to the ground, she gave her last breath and her eyes closed forever.
Just then, one of Darius' warriors staggered in, heavily bleeding. He knelt down on one knee, his head bowed. “My lord please forgive me but they got away…we did everything we could but —”
“Who got away?” Darius asked between gritted teeth.
“The …child” he stuttered
“How was a baby who cannot even walk able to escape your grip!” Darius yelled.
The warrior fell face flat “ It was Aldric, he took the baby, the father and aunt away. I barely managed to return alive”.
“You should have never returned, I told you to only return when they were all dead!” He raised his sword to kill the warrior.
“My Lord…the girl…she had the moon pendant”. The warrior said quickly, trying to avoid death.
“The pendant?” Darius whispered to himself.
“Spare my life and I will bring it to you” The warrior begged.
Darius clenched his fist “ I have no use for a worthless wolf like you” he said and pushed the sword into the warrior.
He turned to stare at Selene’s lifeless body
“The throne is mine, it belongs to my family and I must get it at all cost . Even if it means prying it from your dead child's hand”.
Steam still curled in the air as Leora ran a towel through her damp hair. The faint scent of lavender soap lingered around her. Her body ached pleasantly from training, but her mind—her mind was a storm she didn’t want to name.A knock interrupted her thoughts.“Come in,” she called softly, still facing the mirror.The door creaked open. Aunt Zaria stepped inside, her sharp eyes immediately scanning the room. “You took a bath? At this hour?” she asked, brows raised. “It’s almost evening, Leora.”Leora glanced at her reflection, then turned with a half-smile. “I went out for a bit of an exercise.”“Exercise?” Zaria repeated, suspicion lacing her tone. “Since when does my niece go for evening workouts?”Leora laughed lightly, tucking the towel over her shoulder. “Since today, apparently. I needed to clear my head.”Zaria stepped closer, her gaze softening as she took a seat on the edge of the bed. “You’ve been doing a lot of that lately… clearing your head.”Leora hesitated. “Maybe I ju
The clang of steel echoed across the training ground, breaking the morning stillness. Theron swung his blade with ruthless precision, every strike sharper than the last. Sweat slid down his temple, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t.You will be her mate.Lyandra’s words wouldn’t leave his head. Each swing, each breath, was a futile attempt to silence her voice. He had trained to be a warrior, a protector—not to play the part of a lover in a scheme he had to win.“Theron!”Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He turned sharply, gripping his sword as he saw her walking toward him. Leora. Dressed in dark training leathers, her hair tied loosely at the back, strands escaping to frame her face, dancing against her flushed cheeks.For a moment, he forgot to breathe.“Luna?” he said, lowering his blade. “You shouldn’t be here. This area is restricted to the warriors.”“I’m aware,” she said, stopping a few paces from him. “But I came for a reason.”He raised a brow. “Which is?”“I want yo
The moon hung low, veiled by restless clouds that churned over Crestwood’s sleeping city. The streets were silent, save for the occasional cry of a night bird or the rustle of wind through the trees.Inside a modest house in the east part of the kingdom . Riggs sat on his bed, the bruises from Theron’s fists still blooming across his jaw and temple. His hands trembled slightly as he tried to wash the dried blood from his lip.He had replayed the moment over and over in his head—the slap, the look of horror in Leora’s eyes, Theron bursting in like a storm.It hadn’t gone as planned.But he had meant no harm. Not really.A knock rattled the door. Sharp. Hard.Riggs froze, water dripping from his fingers.Another knock—louder this time.“Who is it?” he called cautiously.The answer came not in words, but in the splintering crack of the door being shoved open.Theron stepped through the threshold like a shadow peeled off the night—tall, furious, his eyes burning with a predator’s light. H
Theron moved toward the door. “You have until tomorrow to figure out how you’re going to fix this. If I were you, I’d start praying she shows mercy.”He reached for the handle, then paused. “And Riggs?”Riggs lifted his eyes.“If you ever touch her again—without her permission—no one will find what’s left of you.”With that, Theron stepped out into the cold night.The wind howled through the night , leaving Riggs alone with his guilt, his fear, and the broken promise of what could have been.Riggs sank to his knees, the candle flickering beside him. His throat burned as he whispered, almost to himself—“I was only trying to help…”But the silence didn’t answer. Only the distant echo of wolves howling under the moon .The night outside Lyandra’s cottage was eerily still. Only the faint rustle of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl broke the silence. Inside, the scent of burning sage and pine resin hung heavy in the air.Theron stood before the crackling fire, his arms crossed, jaw
The next day ended slower than usual, dragging on through dull lessons and half-hearted chatter. Leora found herself distracted the whole time — her mind replaying every little thing Riggs had ever said to her.The way he looked at her when he talked about the stars.The way his voice softened whenever she smiled.So when she found a small folded note tucked inside her book — Meet me in the sports room after classes — she didn’t think twice.By the time she got there, the school was mostly quiet, the halls echoing with only the faint hum of evening wind.Theron followed her to the doorway, his expression unreadable. Leora smiled lightly. “It’s Riggs, Theron. He’s harmless.”That word made Theron frown, but he said nothing. “I’ll stay by the door,” he muttered.“Fine. Just don’t eavesdrop.”He didn’t answer, but his jaw flexed slightly — the only sign he’d heard her.Leora stepped inside the sports room. The scent of wood polish and faint dust hung in the air. The late sun streamed in
Morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the study, spilling golden streaks across shelves filled with scrolls and ancient books. Aunt Zaria stood behind her desk, her arms folded and her expression unreadable as she stared out the window.Theron stood a few feet away, straight-backed and calm, his face as composed as ever. The quiet between them was heavy, almost deliberate.Finally, Zaria broke it.“Anything new?” she asked, turning to face him. Her voice was measured, but there was a faint edge of impatience beneath it. “Did anything happen yesterday with Leora and that boy?”Theron met her gaze evenly. “Nothing that concerns the council, my lady.”Her brow arched slightly. “That wasn’t what I asked.”He paused for a beat. “They spoke after school. Nothing else worth reporting.”Zaria’s eyes narrowed a fraction. “Nothing at all?”Theron’s expression didn’t waver. “Nothing unusual.”Zaria’s fingers drummed lightly against the table. “Theron… I know you’re loyal this fam







