His Crimson Luna

Regina POV

Rain lashed against the towering windows of Silver Ridge estate with a relentless fury, each drop striking the glass like a thrown pebble. The wind howled through the surrounding forest, bending branches until they scraped against the stone walls in a sound that reminded Regina of claws dragging slowly across skin.

She hugged her arms tighter around herself, fingers curling into the soft wool of her cardigan as she lingered in the shadowed corridor just outside the council chamber.

She shouldn’t be here.

The thought pulsed through her mind in rhythm with her racing heartbeat, but it wasn’t enough to make her leave. Curiosity burned too brightly in her chest — a restless spark she’d inherited from her mother, her father always said.

The scent of rain and pine drifted through an open window somewhere down the hall, mingling with the warm, grounding smell of woodsmoke that clung to the ancient estate. Beneath it all lingered something else — the layered scents of powerful wolves gathered in one place. It made the air feel thicker, charged, like the moment before lightning split the sky.

Regina pressed her shoulder carefully against the cool stone wall, inching closer to the heavy oak door. Voices murmured inside, low and tense, vibrating faintly through the wood.

“…found just after dawn,” her father was saying, his voice unmistakable even through the barrier. Deep. Steady. But threaded with a tightness she’d never heard before. “Same wounds. Same blood loss.”

A chill slid down Regina’s spine, icy fingers trailing along her nerves.

Another girl.

She’d heard whispers over the past weeks — hushed conversations cut short when she entered a room, worried looks exchanged between pack members. Something bad was happening beyond the edges of her understanding, something even her father couldn’t easily control.

Her pulse quickened, equal parts fear and fascination twisting together in her chest.

She leaned forward just enough to peer through the narrow crack between the door and its frame.

The council chamber was massive, lit by a roaring fireplace that cast flickering gold across the dark wood paneling. Shadows stretched long across the floor like reaching hands. Several Alphas stood in a loose circle, their postures rigid, tension radiating off them like heat from coals.

And then she saw him.

He stood slightly apart from the others near the hearth, broad shoulders squared, arms folded loosely across his chest. His dark hair fell in soft waves across his forehead, and the firelight caught in his eyes, turning them into molten silver.

Alpha Aldric Thorn.

Even from across the room, his presence felt… different. Solid. Grounding. Like standing at the edge of the ocean and knowing the water ran deeper than you could ever see.

Her breath caught without warning, her lungs suddenly forgetting how to work properly.

Why am I reacting like this?

She’d seen strong wolves before — she’d grown up around them — but something about him made warmth bloom low in her chest, soft and confusing.

As if sensing her gaze, his head turned.

Their eyes met.

The world seemed to still, the murmur of voices fading into the background until all she could hear was the thunder of her own heartbeat.

For a single suspended moment, she felt seen in a way she couldn’t explain — like he’d reached across the space between them and brushed against something deep inside her.

Heat spread across her cheeks, and she jerked back from the door, pressing her spine flat against the wall as if she could melt into the stone.

What was that?

Her heart refused to slow, fluttering wildly beneath her ribs like a trapped bird.

Inside the chamber, a new voice spoke, smooth as silk sliding over skin.

“You worry too much, my friend.”

Something about the tone made Regina glance back despite herself.

A man leaned casually against the far wall, one ankle crossed over the other, posture relaxed in stark contrast to the tension filling the room. He was strikingly handsome — dark hair perfectly styled, sharp cheekbones, a smile that could probably charm secrets out of anyone.

But it didn’t reach his eyes.

Those were cold. Calculating. Watching everything.

Rafael.

She didn’t know how she knew his name — she’d heard it mentioned earlier in passing — but a strange unease crept across her skin as she looked at him. Like a whisper of instinct telling her to step back from a cliff she hadn’t realized she was standing near.

Her wolf stirred faintly beneath her skin, restless.

Regina swallowed, forcing herself to look away.

You’re imagining things.

Still, the air suddenly felt too heavy, the corridor too quiet.

A floorboard creaked somewhere deeper in the hallway, making her jump slightly.

Okay. That’s enough spying.

She pushed herself away from the wall, smoothing her hair nervously as she started back down the corridor, boots whispering softly against the polished wood floor.

The storm outside intensified, thunder rumbling low and deep like the growl of some massive creature moving through the sky.

She told herself she was being dramatic — that everything was fine — but unease coiled tighter in her stomach with each step.

As she reached the corner, she glanced back once more toward the council chamber door.

She didn’t see the shadow detach itself from the darkness at the far end of the hallway.

Didn’t hear the nearly silent footsteps behind her.

Didn’t notice the faint shift in the air — the subtle wrongness — until it was too late.

A hand clamped over her mouth.

Her scream died against a cold palm as terror exploded through her chest, her heart slamming wildly against her ribs. Strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her off her feet as she kicked and struggled, panic flooding every nerve.

The corridor spun, the scent of something metallic and unfamiliar filling her lungs as darkness rushed in at the edges of her vision.

Her last thought before everything went black was a flash of molten silver eyes and a feeling she couldn’t name.

Then the world disappeared.