Hungry and desperate, I joined Dax on a hunt. The forest was alive, every snap of a twig a threat. We tracked a rogue wolf pack, fierce and merciless. The fight was brutal. Pain burned through me, but so did the thrill of survival. For the first time, I felt alive.
Vaeron paced the Bloodfang throne room. News of Saelaith’s survival spread like wildfire. His pride screamed for revenge. He summoned Rhagor and Lira.
“This rebellion ends, with her death or her submission.”
But deep inside, fear gnawed at him. Could he truly destroy the Luna the Moon chose?
Lira Duskveil smiled as she watched Vaeron’s fury burn. She whispered in Rhagor’s ear, “The Alpha’s weakness is his heart.”
Lost in the woods, Saelaith stumbled on a strange campfire. A tall, silver-haired man greeted her with calm eyes; Zoryn, a mysterious Alpha from a distant pack. He spoke of alliances, ancient wars, and the true meaning of power.
“Your blood is key to the future,” he said.
But can Saelaith trust a stranger who speaks like a king? Back in Bloodfang, Rhagor confronted Vaeron.
“Your hesitation weakens us. The pack needs strength, not mercy.”
Vaeron’s jaw clenched. But a spy lurked in their midst, sending secrets to enemies. Trust was unraveling fast, and the shadows grew darker.
Dax pushed Saelaith harder than ever.
“Strength isn’t just muscle. It’s mind. Heart. Soul.”
She practiced howling, hunting, and controlling her wolf’s power. One night, her wolf Seris howled back louder than ever. A new power was awakening, raw, fierce, unstoppable.
Lira challenged Saelaith under the blood moon. The pack gathered, whispers like wind before a storm.
Pain met fire. But Saelaith refused to fall. And as Lira’s eyes widened, she knew this Luna was no longer the rejected girl
The cold wind carried memories I tried to bury. I closed my eyes and saw my old pack, my family. Faces I loved, faces that betrayed me. The night I was marked a failure. The moment everything shattered.
But those ghosts fueled a fire inside me. I wasn’t their Luna anymore, I was my own. Vaeron stood alone in the moonlit hall. His hands trembled, a rare crack in his armor.
He touched the pendant Saelaith had given him once, long ago. The mate bond lingered, weak but stubborn. Could he admit he still cared? Or would pride consume him first?
Zoryn returned at dawn, carrying a small, glowing talisman.
“This will protect you,” he said quietly.
The power pulsed in my palm, ancient and alive.
But with power comes danger. And someone was already watching. Rhagor whispered poison into Vaeron’s ear.
“Your weakness will destroy us all.”
But the true betrayal came from a friend I never suspected. A shadow who sold secrets to enemies.
Under the full moon’s gaze, I felt Seris stir inside me. The wolf’s howl shattered the silence, loud, fierce, demanding. Power surged through my veins, wild and untamed.
Dax nodded. “You’re ready.”
But ready for what?
A sharp pain throbbed on my shoulder, the hunter’s mark. It meant I was being tracked, hunted by enemies I couldn’t see. Dax’s eyes darkened. “We’re running out of time.”
The forest whispered danger at every turn. At the Bloodfang Council, whispers turned to roars.
Lira Duskveil seized the moment, pushing her own claim. The pack was fracturing. War was inevitable. Zoryn appeared in my dreams again, this time with a warning.
“Trust no one in the Bloodfang,” he said.
But he offered help, a secret alliance that could change the game. Could I risk trusting a stranger? Power burned in my veins, intoxicating but dangerous. I felt Seris shift inside me, her growl warning of limits I dared to cross.
Dax’s training became harsher. “Every gift has its price.”
But I was ready to pay it, no matter the cost.
The spy was unmasked, a trusted friend turned enemy. The revelation shattered everything. Vaeron’s fury exploded, Lira’s smile grew wider, and my path became darker.
In the moonless cave, the old spirit waited. She had no eyes, but saw everything.“You are no Luna,” she whispered.“You are something older.”She placed a crown of bones and silver. I felt it burn.I did not speak. I only walked alone to the cliff’s edge. Below, wolves mourned. Above, stars wept. Inside, I promised:“No more waiting. No more mercy. This pack will rise, or the world will fall.”The stolen pups returned, alive, unharmed, but changed: their eyes were red, their voices were wrong.And on their chests, symbols carved in deep:“Islaith owns tomorrow.”Even Lira backed away. I didn’t flinch.“I’ll tear her name from fate.”The cursed pups didn't sleep. They whispered in voices that weren't their own. Lira wept."They speak in dreams. About fire. About a throne."I knew then, Islaith wasn’t breaking the pack. She was reshaping it.I went to the Bone Oracle. Once, she saw all futures. Now she was blind.“You shouldn’t be alive,” she rasped. I stepped forward.“I shouldn’t be
He waited at the ruin’s edge. No scent. No sound. Just hollow eyes.“Who are you?” I asked.He didn’t answer. He only held out a mirror. I saw myself. A stranger with cracked skin, white flames leaking from her mouth.“I remember you,” he whispered.The Oracle Pack refused allegiance. I gave them one night. They used it to summon fire. Old fire. God-fire. We met at the lake of salt.Their Alpha called me cursed. I burned their banners. Their wolves trembled. The fire chose me. Again.“You’re not her anymore,”Lira said.“You kill without blinking.”“I lead,” I said.“You erase,” she whispered.I looked at my hands. Bones where rings used to be.“Would you still follow me?”Lira turned her back.“Only if I must.”I thought she had died. Seris stood before me, scarred and silent. Her left arm was gone. Her right eye glowed red.“The Hollow One lies,” she said.“You think you’ve changed everything, but it’s changing you.”I wanted to hug her. Instead, I walked away.I stood before the la
In the Hollow One’s temple, we found it; a silver mirror that whispered. Each time I looked, I saw a different version of myself.One wore a crown.One held a child.One was devouring a pack.And one… was married to Lira.The Oracle broke her silence.“You weren’t born under this sky,” she said.“What does that mean?” I snapped.She held up my blood in moonlight.It shimmered like stars.“You were born under the Ninth Moon. Not this realm. Not this timeline. That’s why they fear you.”I found him in the ruins. His armor dented. His hand shaking.“There were children inside,” he whispered.I touched his shoulder. He flinched.“They were mine, Saelaith.”He didn’t mean children by blood. He meant his wolves. And the guilt was killing him.He kissed me before he said it.“I told them where you were.”“Why?”“I wanted to save you,” he said.“They promised they’d spare the Eclipse.”“They lied,” I said.And his face broke like glass.Because deep down, he knew.It did not speak. It only br
He walked into our camp like smoke. Tall, silent, wrapped in iron-colored robes. Voice that scraped like bone.“You are the child of two wars,” he said to me.“Do you know which one you’ll finish?”Then he vanished into nothing. Dax never carried a weapon. Until today. He stood between me and a traitor wolf.“You’re not the only one who can bleed for her,” he said.Then he sliced the traitor’s throat open. His hands shook. Not from fear. But from love.They argued in the clearing. Three of them wanted to leave. Said I was more beast than Luna now.Said I’d bring ruin.I let them go. But Seris didn’t. She hunted them at night. And in the morning, only their bones remained.A hawk came with another message. No poison this time. Only blood sealed in glass. Lira’s voice echoed through my head as I read it:“Come alone. Come unarmed. I’ll give you the truth.”I left that night. Unarmed, yes. But not alone.She waited atop the Red Cliffs. Wind snapping her white cloak. Moonlight catching th
I stood in the ashes of the great hall. The Luna throne was gone, burned to bone. Dax turned to me.“Take it now,” he said.“There is no throne,” I whispered.He looked at me like I’d already become something else.“No… you are the throne.”Zoryn kissed me. Not with love, with hunger. He tasted what lived inside me, and smiled.“I was sent to kill you,” he said.“But you’re too beautiful to waste.”I slapped him. Then I kissed him back. Because I needed his darkness more than his loyalty.Lira’s coronation was drowned in moonlight and blood. The traitor packs howled her name.She wore a crown of bone and frost.“Let them see their ruin,” she told her mirror.Then she laughed. Because it was my face reflected in the glass.The old wolves met in silence. Alpha ghosts, buried kings, forgotten Lunars. They demanded tribute from me. I gave them nothing, only blood. The pact sealed in my veins. The eclipse lives in you now, Seris said. With it… comes war.The chains broke in my mind. Seris
We arrived too late. The border was soaked in blood, pack warriors torn apart. The scent of ash and silver lingered.“Witchfire,” Dax whispered, eyes scanning the trees.The rogues weren’t acting alone anymore. Something darker had joined the war. I stood before the Bloodfang warriors. Their eyes held doubt, and something colder, fear.“I don’t need your crown,” I said, voice steady.“But if you want a future, you’ll follow me now.”No one knelt. Not yet. But the silence wasn’t rejection. It was hesitation… and hunger. Vaeron smashed through the council doors, shirt torn, fists bleeding.“Who gave the kill order?” he roared.His Beta tried to speak, too slow. Vaeron shifted mid-breath, fury and wolf tearing loose. No longer a leader. Just a man desperate to protect what he let go.He was no rogue. Zoryn removed the glove from his left hand, revealing a sigil, ancient and glowing.“A child of the Eclipse Circle,” Dax muttered.A forbidden bloodline. Bound to chaos. He had been watching