Luna of No One

The red moon rose over the altar but tonight, I was not the Luna they expected.

I stood on the stone platform in a silk dress I didn’t choose, marked for a future that wasn’t mine. The whole Bloodfang Pack had gathered, eyes gleaming like wolves in heat. My parents beamed, proud. Clueless.

Because tonight, I was supposed to become Luna.

Alpha Luna.

But the Alpha never looked at me.

He stood there, carved from shadows, cold, tall, and silent.

Alpha Vaeron Stone.

My fated mate. The one the Moon Goddess herself had chosen for me.

But his voice split the night like a knife.

“I, Alpha Vaeron of Bloodfang, reject Saelaith Night as my mate.”

Gasps.

Silence.

Like the earth itself froze beneath me.

My chest cracked. My wolf whimpered. The bond tore.

And yet...

I did not fall.

I lifted my chin and met his eyes.

“You may reject me, Alpha,” I said softly.

“But the Moon still watches.”

He turned his back. Cold. Final.

So I turned mine.

Away from the pack.

Away from the altar.

Away from the fate that had betrayed me.

Let the Moon witness what I become now.

Because I am Luna of no one.

But one day, they will kneel.

The cold bit deeper than my broken heart. Snow swirled as I stumbled through the forest alone. Every step felt heavier, every breath a sharp shard of ice.

The pack whispered behind my back; the Luna who was no Luna. My wolf, Seris, howled silently beside me, wounded but alive. I didn’t belong anywhere now. Or so they thought.

Suddenly, a shadow leapt from the trees. A man with eyes like storm clouds, muscles taut as steel.

“Lost your way, Luna of no one?” he asked with a smirk.

His name was Dax, rogue warrior and exile. He offered no warmth, only a hand and a warning.

“Survive. Or die trying.”

Dax led me to a cave deep in the mountains. Inside, ancient markings glowed with silver light.

“This is your heritage,” he said. “The Nightblood prophecy.”

I touched the symbols, feeling a pulse in my veins. Power: old, forgotten, waiting to be awakened.

But awakening means danger. Enemies lurk in shadows darker than the night. Back in Bloodfang, Alpha Vaeron seethed. The rejection had fractured his pride, and his power. His second-in-command, Rhagor, urged swift action.“Find her. Bring her back. Or destroy her.”

Lira Duskveil watched from the sidelines, her smile sharp as claws. She thirsted for the throne, and for Vaeron’s ruin. The pack was no longer just a family. It was a battlefield.

Dax taught me to fight, not like a Luna in silk, but a warrior in blood. Blades flashed, muscles burned, sweat stung my eyes.

“You’ll need this,” he said, handing me a dagger carved from wolf bone.

“This world doesn’t forgive weakness.”

My wolf growled in agreement. The path ahead was brutal.

That night, under the blood moon, I dreamed. A voice whispered in the wind, cold, ancient, urgent.

“Saelaith… the pack will crumble, and only you can save or destroy it.”

I woke with a start. The Moon’s prophecy was clear.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being followed. Leaves rustled behind me as I trained with Dax.

Suddenly, two figures emerged, wolves with glowing eyes.

“Bloodfang scouts,” Dax growled.

“Time to see if you’re ready to run or fight.”

Back at Bloodfang, Vaeron faced the Council. They questioned his strength after rejecting Saelaith.

He clenched his fists, hiding a secret: the mate bond wasn’t truly broken. Some magic lingered, dangerous and unstable.

Lira smiled, plotting to use this weakness against him. Power was slipping through his fingers.

Dax revealed a truth. He was once a Bloodfang warrior, exiled for defying the Alpha. His hatred for Vaeron ran deep. But when he looked at me, something shifted: respect? Hope?

“You have fire, Saelaith. Use it wisely.”

I nodded, feeling the weight of my destiny heavier than ever.