MasukYears had passed since that golden day when Crescent Fang had celebrated the dawn of a new era. Seasons had turned, storms had come and gone, and through it all, the pack had flourished under the guidance of Aria and Kaelen. The trees along the riverbank were taller now, their roots deeply entwined with the fertile earth, and the valleys echoed with the laughter and song of a pack that had grown stronger and closer with each passing year.The moon hung low and luminous over the Crescent Fang territory, casting silver light that rippled across the forest floor and the river’s gentle surface. Aria stood at the edge of a small clearing, her hair catching the moonlight like strands of spun silver. Her gown, simple yet elegant, flowed around her ankles as she breathed in the cool night air. The serenity of the moment wrapped around her like a comforting cloak, a stark contrast to the chaos and uncertainty that had once defined her early days as Luna.Kaelen approached silently, his footste
The dawn broke over the Crescent Fang territory with a brilliance that seemed almost orchestrated by the heavens themselves. Light spilled over the dense forest canopy, painting the rolling hills and the tranquil river in hues of gold and rose. Aria stood on the edge of the ceremonial grounds, her hand resting lightly on the curve of her belly, feeling the subtle but undeniable stirrings of life growing inside her. She could still remember the moments from the night before—the coronation, the vows, Kaelen’s whispered promises that had dripped with a devotion so deep it made her heart ache. It was a night of transformation, not only for her but for the entire pack.The pack had been roused early, the first faint stirrings of excitement like a wave rolling through the community. Wolves of every rank, shape, and age emerged from their homes, their scents mingling in the crisp morning air. There was a sense of electricity, a pulse that thrummed beneath the surface, almost visible in the w
The moon still hung in the sky when Aria awoke, though its brightness had softened into a pearly haze, a lingering echo of the previous night’s ceremony. The chamber around her felt warm, filled with lazy shafts of early morning light that filtered through the sheer curtains. She lay tangled in silken sheets, her body humming with the memory of Kaelen’s touch, his vows, his fierce devotion. Every inch of her seemed alive—softened, warmed, treasured.Her fingers brushed the side of the bed where he should have been, but the space was empty. A faint laugh drifted from the balcony.She rose slowly, slipping on a loose white robe before stepping outside.Kaelen leaned against the stone railing, the first sunlight painting his bare torso in gold. His dark hair fell messily across his forehead, and when he saw her, his smile shifted into something that made her heart flutter uncontrollably.“My Luna,” he murmured.She rolled her eyes, stepping into his arms. “You’ve been calling me that for
The morning began quietly—almost deceptively so. A soft mist curled over the training fields, glistening silver beneath the pale caress of dawn. Birds chattered in the high pines, oblivious to the scars still healing across the realm. Aria stood near the edge of the forest, her hands sunk into the damp earth as she guided a group of young wolves through grounding exercises. They mimicked her movements with earnest concentration, some wobbling, some overly dramatic, all trying to master their balance.She laughed softly when one pup toppled sideways into a bush.“You’re improving,” she assured him as she helped brush leaves out of his hair. “Remember—strength is steadiness first, power second.”He beamed at her, proud despite the mishap.Teaching had become a balm for her in these slow months after the war. The world was mending, bit by bit. The land healed, the wolves healed, and even her heart—so battered, so reshaped by prophecy and death and rebirth—found a strange new rhythm.The
The days after Aria’s ascension felt unreal, as if the world had forgotten how to breathe. The war drums fell silent, leaving only the sound of wind moving through the ravaged forest, brushing over broken branches and scorched earth like gentle fingers tracing the outline of old wounds. Peace had arrived, but it did not feel soft. It felt earned, carved from suffering, shaped by choices that had pushed Aria and her pack to the edge of oblivion.Aria walked through the recovering village with a steadiness that surprised even her. Every step carried a ripple of power—gentle, luminous, unmistakable. Her aura had settled but not vanished. It shimmered faintly in the air around her, like moonlight draped across her skin. Wolves bowed instinctively when she passed. Elders inclined their heads, no longer from doubt or manipulation, but from reverence. Children peeked at her from behind their parents’ legs, whispering “Blessed Luna” in voices that trembled with awe rather than fear.She smile
For a moment that stretched into eternity, the world stood still around Aria’s lifeless body. The battlefield—once a roaring tempest of claws, steel, witchfire, and blood—fell into a suffocating silence, as if even the wind dared not disturb the stillness of death. Kaelen remained on his knees, cradling her in his arms, his breath shuddering through the raw wreckage of his rage and grief. His tears slipped down his cheeks in silent streams, falling onto her pale skin.He rocked her gently, whispering her name as if repetition alone could pull her back. “Aria… Aria, please… come home to me.”But she didn’t stir.Her body, once radiant with Luna light, lay still like a vessel emptied of its soul.And the Blood Moon above pulsed brighter—an ominous, blood-red heartbeat—casting its cruel glow over the battlefield.The pack stood frozen. Warriors who had fought with unyielding ferocity now stared in shattered disbelief. Some whimpered. Some covered their muzzles. Some bowed their heads, un







