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The First Strike
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2026-06-13 06:54:09Three days after Elara's vision, the Collector made his move.
He didn't attack the pack house. He didn't confront Clara. Instead, he struck at the pack's weakest point—a small outpost on the eastern border, manned by a handful of young wolves.
The attack came at dawn.
By the time the pack received the alarm, the outpost was already burning. Three wolves were dead. Two were missing. The Collector had left a message carved into the wooden gate: I'm coming for you, Hidden Luna.
Clara stared at the words, her golden light flickering with rage.
"He's trying to scare us," Alistair said.
"It's working."
"We can't let him divide us."
"He already has." Clara turned to the pack. "Double the patrols. No one goes anywhere alone. And someone find out where he's hiding."
Ronan volunteered for the scouting mission.
"I know the eastern territories better than anyone," he said. "I grew up there. I can track him."
"It's too dangerous," Clara replied.
"He killed wolves I might have known. Wolves like me." Ronan's jaw was set. "Let me do this."
Elara stepped forward. "I'll go with him. My visions can help."
Clara looked at Alistair, who nodded reluctantly.
"Fine. But if you find him, you don't engage. You report back. Understood?"
"Understood."
The eastern forest was dark and silent.
Ronan moved through the trees like a ghost, his silver-white fur barely visible in the moonlight. Elara followed close behind, her senses alert for any sign of the Collector.
"He's close," she whispered. "I can feel him."
"Where?"
"I don't know. The vision is fuzzy."
They pressed on, stopping at the ruins of the outpost. The bodies had been removed, but the blood still stained the ground.
Ronan sniffed the air. "There. North."
They followed the trail to a cave, hidden behind a waterfall. Inside, they heard voices—low, guttural, chanting.
"The Collector's followers," Elara said.
"How many?"
"A dozen. Maybe more."
Ronan's silver light pulsed. "We can take them."
"Remember what Clara said. Don't engage."
"She's not here."
Elara grabbed his arm. "Ronan, if we die here, we can't warn the pack."
He hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. We go back."
But as they turned to leave, a figure emerged from the cave.
He was older than Elara had expected—gray fur, tired eyes, a scar across his muzzle. The Collector. He moved slowly, deliberately, as if he had all the time in the world.
"Little wolves," he said, his voice raspy. "Did you think I wouldn't sense you?"
Ronan shifted into a fighting stance. "Let us go."
"Or what? You'll attack me?" The Collector smiled. "I've killed three Hidden Lunas. What's one more?"
He raised his hand, and dark energy crackled around his fingers.
"Run!" Elara shouted.
They ran.
The Collector didn't chase them.
He simply watched, his tired eyes following their flight. When they were out of sight, he lowered his hand and returned to the cave.
"Let them go," he told his followers. "They'll lead me to the Hidden Luna."
Clara listened to their report with growing dread.
"He let you escape," she said.
"On purpose," Ronan agreed. "He wants you to know he's coming."
"Then we don't give him the satisfaction of being afraid."
But Clara was afraid. More afraid than she had been since facing the White Lady.
That night, she stood on the porch, staring at the stars.
Alistair joined her. "You're thinking about the Collector."
"I'm thinking about everyone I've lost. Everyone I could lose."
"We've faced worse."
"Have we? The Collector has killed three Hidden Lunas. He's patient. He's smart. And he knows our weaknesses."
"Then we turn our weaknesses into strengths." Alistair turned her to face him. "You're not alone, Clara. You have me. You have Elara, Kael, AJ, Mira, Ronan. You have an entire pack."
"The Collector doesn't care about packs. He cares about power."
"Then we make sure he never gets yours."
The next morning, Clara called a war council.
"We can't wait for the Collector to come to us. We need to take the fight to him."
"How?" Derek asked. "We don't even know where his base is."
"Ronan and Elara found a cave. That's a start."
"We need more than a cave," Theron said. "We need a way to negate his power. The Collector absorbs the magic of Hidden Lunas. If Clara faces him directly, he could drain her."
"Then I won't face him directly."
"What's the plan?" Alistair asked.
Clara looked at Ronan. "He wants a Hidden Luna. Let's give him one."
Ronan agreed to act as bait again—this time, with a plan.
He would lead the Collector on a chase through the forest, while Clara and the pack set up an ambush. When the Collector appeared, they would hit him with everything they had—silver, golden light, steel, and magic.
"It's risky," Elara said.
"All the best plans are."
They set the trap at dusk.
Ronan stood in a clearing, his silver light blazing, deliberately visible. Elara and Kael hid in the trees, their powers ready. Clara and Alistair waited at the edge of the forest, the pack behind them.
"He's coming," Elara whispered.
The Collector emerged from the shadows, his gray fur bristling.
"A young Hidden Luna. So eager to die."
"Come and get me," Ronan said.
The Collector lunged.
Ronan dodged, his silver light flaring. The Collector's dark energy swept past him, tearing through the trees.
"Now!" Clara shouted.
The pack attacked.
Golden light, silver blades, and wolves poured into the clearing. The Collector snarled, spinning to face them. His dark energy pushed back, sending wolves flying.
But Clara was ready.
She stepped forward, her golden light blazing brighter than it had in months. "Your fight is with me."
The Collector smiled. "Finally."
They collided.
The battle was brutal.
Clara's golden light clashed with the Collector's dark energy, each push and pull shaking the ground. Alistair tried to help, but the Collector threw him aside like a ragdoll.
"Your mate is weak," the Collector taunted.
"He's stronger than you'll ever be."
Clara poured everything into her light. The Collector staggered, surprised by her power.
"Impossible. You're not strong enough."
"I'm not alone."
Ronan appeared at her side, his silver light joining hers. Elara and Kael added their powers. Even Theron, from the edge of the clearing, sent a pulse of ancient magic.
The Collector screamed.
His dark energy cracked, shattered, dissolved. He fell to his knees, gasping.
"How?" he whispered.
"Because you underestimated us," Clara said. "You thought we were weak. Divided. Scared." She stepped closer. "We're none of those things."
The Collector's eyes went wide. Then he slumped, unconscious.
They bound him in silver chains.
The Council arrived within hours, taking the Collector into their custody. He would be imprisoned in the same stronghold that held the Herald—separate cells, but both equally secure.
"You've done the world a great service," the eldest Guardian said to Clara.
"I did what I had to."
"Humility. Rare in one so powerful."
Clara didn't answer. She was already walking back to the pack house, Alistair beside her.
That night, the pack celebrated.
Ronan sat by the fire, exhausted but smiling. Elara and Kael held hands. AJ bounced his son on his knee. Mira watched them all, her eyes soft.
Clara stood on the porch, looking at the stars.
"Another enemy defeated," Alistair said, joining her.
"Another one will come."
"Probably. But tonight, we rest."
She leaned into him. "Tonight, we rest."
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