The doctor’s words rang in my ears long after he left. Pregnant. I stared at the ceiling, my mind spinning. A baby. My baby. For a moment, I felt my heart pound. Before reality crashed down. What was I supposed to do now?
A knock on the door startled me. Tina walked in, her eyes scanning my face. “What did the doctor say?” she asked softly, her concern clear. “It’s nothing serious,” I lied, forcing a weak smile. I wasn’t ready to tell her yet—not now, not when I was still trying to process it myself. Tina frowned, clearly unconvinced, but she didn’t push. “Tesla, you’ve got to take care of yourself,” she said firmly, pulling a chair closer. “You’ve already given too much to that bastard. You need to start thinking about you.” I nodded, but my thoughts were elsewhere. It wasn’t just about me anymore. I’m not alone now. Back in my room, I stared at my reflection, placing a hand on my stomach use. A part of me wanted to believe this baby could be the start of something better, but the other part—scarred by Alpha Henry’s coldness—knew better. A sharp knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I opened it to find Henry standing there, his usual scowl fixed on his face. “I heard you fainted,” he said, his voice as cold as ever. “You’re embarrassing me, Tesla. A Luna who can’t handle stress? Pathetic.” His words hit me like a slap, but this time, the pain didn’t linger. Instead, anger simmered beneath the surface. I gripped the door tightly. “It was nothing,” I said curtly, stepping back. I moved to close the door, but he blocked it with his hand. “Don’t walk away from me,” he growled. But I did. I slammed the door in his face, my chest heaving. For the first time, I didn’t feel fear or heartbreak. I felt something new: strength. --- Tina was waiting for me in the common room later that night. The pack was buzzing with whispers about my fainting spell, and I could feel their judgmental stares. I ignored them as I sat down beside her. “You’ve been quiet,” Tina said, studying me. “What’s going on?” I hesitated. I hadn’t told anyone yet, but Tina was my rock. If I couldn’t tell her, who could I tell? “I’m pregnant,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Tina’s eyes widened in shock. “Pregnant? Does he know?” I shook my head. “No, and I don’t think I want him to. Not yet, at least.” “Good,” she said fiercely, her voice low but firm. “He doesn’t deserve to know. You don’t need him, Tesla. We’ll figure this out together, okay?” I nodded, my chest tightening .Tina’s support meant everything to me. But was I doing the right thing The next morning, I went back to the doctor to get more answers. His words were cautious but clear: I needed rest, less stress, and proper care. My earlier fainting could lead to complications if I wasn’t careful. As I left the clinic, I overheard two pack members gossiping. “She’s not fit to be Luna,” one of them sneered. “Fainting like that? What a disgrace.”The old man’s smirk widened at Kael’s accusation. His sharp, calculating eyes gleamed in the dim firelight, reflecting the carnage around them. His hands, still clasped behind his back, twitched slightly—just enough for Kael to notice. Tesla’s trembling grew more violent. “You…” Kael’s voice was low, almost a whisper, but filled with restrained fury. “You did this to her.” The old man inclined his head, as if entertained by Kael’s discovery. “Indeed.” Kael clenched his fists. His body ached from the battle, but rage burned through him stronger than pain. “You turned her into… *this*.” A slow, amused chuckle rumbled from the old man’s throat. “Turned her?” He shook his head. “No, no, boy. I simply *unleashed* what was already there.” Tesla snarled, her body still locked in place, trembling, fighting something unseen. Her silver eyes flickered between recognition and complete void—between her and the monster clawing for control inside her. Henry gritted his teeth. “We’re s
The battlefield was still. Only the crackling of burning trees and the heavy breaths of wounded wolves filled the night. Scar, now in his monstrous wolf form, towered over Tesla, his golden eyes gleaming with malice. He took slow, deliberate steps toward her, his massive paws sinking into the bloodstained ground. Kael and Henry stood at a distance, watching tensely, their bodies aching from battle. “This isn’t good,” Kael muttered. Henry growled lowly. “She’s strong… but Scar is something else.” Tesla’s white wolf didn’t move. Her silver eyes burned with something primal, something ancient. She stood firm, shoulders squared, her fur bristling as the wind swept through the clearing. Scar bared his fangs. “You think because you unlocked some hidden power, you can stand against me?” His voice was deep, laced with arrogance. “I am your end, little wolf.” Tesla didn’t respond. She lunged. The force of her attack sent shockwaves through the ground. She was fast—unnaturally
The air grew tense. The moment Henry and Kael heard the snapping of branches behind them, they knew—Scar had caught up. A low, guttural growl rumbled through the darkness. Kael barely had time to shift before something massive slammed into him, knocking him sideways. Henry roared, his body already shifting mid-motion. Bones snapped, muscles expanded, fur sprouted along his skin. By the time he landed on all fours, his white fur gleamed under the moonlight. Scar’s men came like a storm, their snarls ripping through the night. Shadows moved fast, fangs flashing, claws striking. Kael barely had time to dodge the first attack before another wolf lunged. He twisted, kicking off a tree trunk, launching himself into his enemy with deadly force. His jaw clamped down on the wolf’s shoulder, his claws raking down its side. A yelp. A thud. But there was no time to breathe. Another came at him—then another. Henry was already deep in battle, his powerful form tearing through en
The night stretched long and cold, the air thick with the scent of blood and damp earth. The battle had ended, but the war was far from over. Scar emerged from the shadows, his towering frame moving with deadly grace. His fur, a deep shade of charcoal, gleamed under the moonlight. Scars littered his body, marks of past battles, proof of his dominance. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable as he stopped in front of the crumpled figure on the ground. Aldric. He was barely conscious, his breaths ragged, his body sprawled in the dirt, the wooden shard still embedded in his ribs. Blood pooled beneath him, dark and thick. He had lost. Scar tilted his head, a slow, measured movement. Then, without a word, he crouched down, gripping Aldric’s throat with one clawed hand. “Where are the others?” His voice was low, dangerous. Aldric’s lips curled into a weak snarl. He was in no condition to fight, no strength left to even lift his head. But he still had his pride. Sca
The wolves lunged. A blur of furs clashed under the moonlight, fangs bared, claws tearing at the earth as they collided with bone-crushing force. A snarl ripped through the air. Henry struck first, fast and brutal, his jaws snapping dangerously close to Aldric’s throat. But Aldric was faster. He twisted at the last second, his massive paws striking Henry’s side, sending him skidding across the dirt. Lina let out a small cry behind me, but I didn’t turn. I couldn’t. My eyes were locked on the battle unfolding before us. Henry recovered in seconds, his white fur now streaked with dirt and blood, but he didn’t hesitate. He launched himself at Aldric again, jaws snapping— Aldric dodged, but Henry was relentless. He struck again. And again. Each attack more brutal than the last, his fangs sinking into Aldric’s shoulder— Aldric snarled in pain, but it didn’t slow him down. If anything, it only made him angrier. With a vicious growl, he twisted, his claws sl
The blade came down. A sharp gasp lodged in my throat, but before I could make a sound, something clamped over my mouth. A hand. Strong. Unrelenting. I thrashed, my fingers clawing at the grip, but Aldric’s hold was ironclad. "Shh," he whispered against my ear, his breath cool, his voice eerily calm. "You don’t want to wake them just yet." The old man lay still. Unmoving. For a moment, my chest seized with fear, but then I saw it—his shallow, uneven breaths. He wasn’t dead. Not yet. Aldric must’ve realized he didn’t finish the job because his grip on me tightened, his frustration seeping through. I bit down. Hard. He let out a sharp curse, his hand jerking away just enough for me to suck in a deep breath— But I didn’t get the chance to scream. Because before I could, he yanked me backward, dragging me toward the barn doors with inhuman strength. I kicked, elbowed, fought— But he was faster. Stronger. I barely registered the doors swinging open b