ZORDON'S POVThe fortress burst into movement. Wolves howled. Witches began chanting. Soldiers strapped on armor, sharpened claws and blades. The heartbeat of the Deathclaw pack thundered through the stone.That's when I heard her voice."Alpha Zordon."I turned.And there she stood.Olivia. Dressed in black leathers. Her braid pulled back like it had been in her warrior days. Her chin high, shoulders squared. But it was her eyes that stopped me. Not pleading. Not angry.Resolved."You are staying," I said, uncertain whether it was a question or a statement.She nodded once. "At first... I came back for you."Isla stilled beside me."I thought maybe we could fix what was broken," Liv continued. "But I see now... some things aren't meant to be." Her eyes flicked toward Daisy, who stood nearby with a protective hand over her stomach."But if my pack is going to war," Olivia said, her voice steady, "then I'm not staying behind. I'm still a warrior. I won't watch others bleed while I hide
DAISY'S POVThe moment the words left my mouth, the world seemed to still.We fight now.The silence before the storm was thick and charged, as if the air itself was holding its breath. Then the roar came, with thousands of voices howling in one unified cry that echoed across the valley, shaking the ground beneath our feet.I stood at the head of the formation, the silver crest of the Deathclaw banner flapping behind me. My heart pounded with a fiery purpose. I wasn't just walking into battle. I was walking into fate.Zordon stood to my right, his tall and steady frame towering over the field like a shadow. He was one who always commanded gazes, but this time, the army's eyes weren't just on him.They were on me.The woman they'd once whispered about behind closed doors. The orphan girl, the wolfless Luna, the scorned Luna sold to pay off a pack's debts.Now I was their leader.Our leader.I raised my newly formed sword, which had runes carved into its blade by Lila herself. I demande
DAISY'S POVZordon didn't wait.He charged forward with a growl that sent a shiver through the ground. His body twisted midair, fur ripping through skin, bones reshaping as he shifted faster than I'd ever seen. When he landed, the black wolf that emerged was massive, terrifying, and entirely focused on blood.Isla was right behind him. Her armor clanged to the ground as her body folded into itself, reshaping. Grey fur that seemed silver at first glance bloomed across her back. She hit the dirt running, a flash of steel and teeth.Then Stefan. He let out something between a battle cry and a roar as he leapt, his russet form exploding forward, golden streaks lighting his fur as he collided with a corrupted wolf mid-sprint.Just like that, the front line was chaos.Wolves clashed. Witches shouted spells. Steel met shadow, and blood sprayed into the night air.But I hadn't moved.I stood there, heart pounding, breath caught in my throat.She was awake.My wolf.For the first time in years
DAISY'S POVAlpha Godfrey was standing there, looking at me through marble-black eyes that shone like laser beams.My claws stayed out, my body ready to strike, but something inside me needed to know.I took a slow step forward, my voice steady despite the storm churning in my chest."Why?" I asked him. "Why are you doing this?"Godfrey didn't answer right away. He studied me with his dark and ancient eyes, like they'd seen too many winters and too much blood. He looked at me the way someone might look at an insect they couldn't quite squash, curious, detached, and completely without mercy."It's nothing personal, child," he said finally, his voice low and almost... kind. "It never was."My jaw clenched. "You're trying to kill me and take my child, and you think that's not personal?"He gave a small, cold smile. "Well, you're at war with mine, and I'm not taking it personal." He casually gestured to Kendra. A low chuckle spilled from his chest. His gaze slowly crawled to my belly, and
DAISY'S POVZordon was in wolf form, and his eyes were locked onto Jezebel. She raised her staff again."You'll never win," she hissed as Zordon stalked forward, his growl low and feral. "Your mate will fall. Your child will belong to—"She didn't finish.With a roar that split the air, Zordon lunged. His massive jaws clamped around her throat, silencing her forever. Jezebel's eyes went wide, her staff falling from her hands, and then I heard a crack as Zordon ripped her apart. Blood sprayed the ground. The dark witch who had haunted so many dreams lay limp and lifeless, her neck crushed between the teeth of a king.‘Nice bite,’ I whispered through the link, and Zordon growled in reply.From the left, I caught movement as Dustin and Olivia stood side by side, their furs soaked in blood and ash.‘Olivia!’ Dustin shouted through the packlink. It felt good to have had him join our pack. ‘If we survive this, you wanna go out with me? His wolf bit off another wolf's right paw.’She spun, c
DAISY'S POV"She wasn't supposed to die for you!" Xavier kept grunting. "Godfrey was going to win. He had already won. I thought he would finally give me her hand in marriage if I stood with him. I thought if I protected his plan, he'd give her to me.""She wasn't a thing to be given," Zordon growled."Either way, she's gone," Xavier whispered, crumbling over Kendra like a man finally realizing he was hollow inside. Xavier looked up at Zordon with wild eyes. "She didn't even know I was her true mate."I stepped forward but didn't speak. What could I say to a man who seemed like he had lost the only thing that mattered to him?I was bracing for him to go berserk and strike, but then, behind him, a strange sound caught my attention. Branches were cracking, and I also heard careful steps punching into the soft earth.We turned and saw Dexter emerging from the shadows.His armour was clean. It had no bloodstains, dirt, or sweat marks. He stood tall, refusing to fade into the background. H
DAISY'S POVThe air buzzed with excitement as the pack celebrated this momentous occasion, one I believed was meant to honour Dexter and me.I stood beside my fiancé, my heart swelling with pride at being in the company of such a powerful alpha. I was dressed in a midnight-blue gown that matched the colour of his eyes perfectly. Furthermore, I felt every bit the Luna I had dreamed of becoming. For years, I had been by Dexter's side, supporting him through battles, council meetings, and late-night strategizing sessions. I had given him my heart, my devotion, and my everything. Tonight was going to be the night he would finally acknowledge all that I had done for him. The moment he would tell everyone that I was the brains behind everything; the one who stayed up longer than anyone, the one who came up with the best and brightest ideas to defeat rogues and keep our pack safe. He would finally declare that I was the woman he would swear to love for
DAISY'S POVMy hands trembled as I yanked open the dresser drawers and began packing my clothes into a worn leather bag. I didn't really give much thought to where I was going to go. All I knew was I had to get as far away from this nightmare as possible. My breaths came out in short gasps, and my chest tightened with every passing moment.I made up my mind that I couldn't stay here anymore. Not in this pack. Not where every corner held memories of Dexter and me. Even this dresser was giving me flashbacks of what we had. I couldn't count how many nights he made love to me against the mirror. Every piece of furniture and every room in this packhouse reminded me of us. But there had never really been an us, had there?The reality of what happened last night crashed over me like a fallen tree. Dexter had chosen someone else to be his Luna in front of the entire pack. Without a second of hesitation, he had cast me aside and humiliated me, stripping me of the possibility of ever becoming
DAISY'S POV"She wasn't supposed to die for you!" Xavier kept grunting. "Godfrey was going to win. He had already won. I thought he would finally give me her hand in marriage if I stood with him. I thought if I protected his plan, he'd give her to me.""She wasn't a thing to be given," Zordon growled."Either way, she's gone," Xavier whispered, crumbling over Kendra like a man finally realizing he was hollow inside. Xavier looked up at Zordon with wild eyes. "She didn't even know I was her true mate."I stepped forward but didn't speak. What could I say to a man who seemed like he had lost the only thing that mattered to him?I was bracing for him to go berserk and strike, but then, behind him, a strange sound caught my attention. Branches were cracking, and I also heard careful steps punching into the soft earth.We turned and saw Dexter emerging from the shadows.His armour was clean. It had no bloodstains, dirt, or sweat marks. He stood tall, refusing to fade into the background. H
DAISY'S POVZordon was in wolf form, and his eyes were locked onto Jezebel. She raised her staff again."You'll never win," she hissed as Zordon stalked forward, his growl low and feral. "Your mate will fall. Your child will belong to—"She didn't finish.With a roar that split the air, Zordon lunged. His massive jaws clamped around her throat, silencing her forever. Jezebel's eyes went wide, her staff falling from her hands, and then I heard a crack as Zordon ripped her apart. Blood sprayed the ground. The dark witch who had haunted so many dreams lay limp and lifeless, her neck crushed between the teeth of a king.‘Nice bite,’ I whispered through the link, and Zordon growled in reply.From the left, I caught movement as Dustin and Olivia stood side by side, their furs soaked in blood and ash.‘Olivia!’ Dustin shouted through the packlink. It felt good to have had him join our pack. ‘If we survive this, you wanna go out with me? His wolf bit off another wolf's right paw.’She spun, c
DAISY'S POVAlpha Godfrey was standing there, looking at me through marble-black eyes that shone like laser beams.My claws stayed out, my body ready to strike, but something inside me needed to know.I took a slow step forward, my voice steady despite the storm churning in my chest."Why?" I asked him. "Why are you doing this?"Godfrey didn't answer right away. He studied me with his dark and ancient eyes, like they'd seen too many winters and too much blood. He looked at me the way someone might look at an insect they couldn't quite squash, curious, detached, and completely without mercy."It's nothing personal, child," he said finally, his voice low and almost... kind. "It never was."My jaw clenched. "You're trying to kill me and take my child, and you think that's not personal?"He gave a small, cold smile. "Well, you're at war with mine, and I'm not taking it personal." He casually gestured to Kendra. A low chuckle spilled from his chest. His gaze slowly crawled to my belly, and
DAISY'S POVZordon didn't wait.He charged forward with a growl that sent a shiver through the ground. His body twisted midair, fur ripping through skin, bones reshaping as he shifted faster than I'd ever seen. When he landed, the black wolf that emerged was massive, terrifying, and entirely focused on blood.Isla was right behind him. Her armor clanged to the ground as her body folded into itself, reshaping. Grey fur that seemed silver at first glance bloomed across her back. She hit the dirt running, a flash of steel and teeth.Then Stefan. He let out something between a battle cry and a roar as he leapt, his russet form exploding forward, golden streaks lighting his fur as he collided with a corrupted wolf mid-sprint.Just like that, the front line was chaos.Wolves clashed. Witches shouted spells. Steel met shadow, and blood sprayed into the night air.But I hadn't moved.I stood there, heart pounding, breath caught in my throat.She was awake.My wolf.For the first time in years
DAISY'S POVThe moment the words left my mouth, the world seemed to still.We fight now.The silence before the storm was thick and charged, as if the air itself was holding its breath. Then the roar came, with thousands of voices howling in one unified cry that echoed across the valley, shaking the ground beneath our feet.I stood at the head of the formation, the silver crest of the Deathclaw banner flapping behind me. My heart pounded with a fiery purpose. I wasn't just walking into battle. I was walking into fate.Zordon stood to my right, his tall and steady frame towering over the field like a shadow. He was one who always commanded gazes, but this time, the army's eyes weren't just on him.They were on me.The woman they'd once whispered about behind closed doors. The orphan girl, the wolfless Luna, the scorned Luna sold to pay off a pack's debts.Now I was their leader.Our leader.I raised my newly formed sword, which had runes carved into its blade by Lila herself. I demande
ZORDON'S POVThe fortress burst into movement. Wolves howled. Witches began chanting. Soldiers strapped on armor, sharpened claws and blades. The heartbeat of the Deathclaw pack thundered through the stone.That's when I heard her voice."Alpha Zordon."I turned.And there she stood.Olivia. Dressed in black leathers. Her braid pulled back like it had been in her warrior days. Her chin high, shoulders squared. But it was her eyes that stopped me. Not pleading. Not angry.Resolved."You are staying," I said, uncertain whether it was a question or a statement.She nodded once. "At first... I came back for you."Isla stilled beside me."I thought maybe we could fix what was broken," Liv continued. "But I see now... some things aren't meant to be." Her eyes flicked toward Daisy, who stood nearby with a protective hand over her stomach."But if my pack is going to war," Olivia said, her voice steady, "then I'm not staying behind. I'm still a warrior. I won't watch others bleed while I hide
ZORDON'S POVThere are moments in a man's life when the ground shifts beneath him, when the air stills before the storm and all he can do is brace himself for what's coming.This was one of those moments.The sky had darkened earlier than usual, thick clouds rolling in like they too sensed blood in the wind. I stood on the highest balcony of the fortress, staring out across the land that had belonged to my ancestors for generations. Deathclaw territory. Ours by birthright, kept by honour. But this wasn't just about land anymore.It was about cleansing a rot that had gone unchecked, Xavier's lies, Dexter's tyranny, and witches who thought themselves gods.Behind me, the fortress pulsed with purpose. Warriors sharpened blades. Healers bustled between rooms. Elders chanted protective spells. The scent of steel, smoke, and magic mixed in the air.Somewhere inside, Daisy was getting ready. Her heartbeat steady. Her spirit still glowing, crackling with the light of the child we nearly lost.
JEZEBEL'S POVThe black flame candle twisted sharply.Then it screamed.I shot up from the circle, my robes brushing the stone like wings. For a second, the flame glowed bright silver then it vanished into a thin coil of smoke.But it wasn't smoke.It was cold.Ice.I rushed to the altar, my heart was pounding. The mirror I'd used for the spell was already frosting over, thin cracks of white spreading across its surface.No, this wasn't how it was supposed to go.The child's spirit that I thought was painstakingly crafted from shadow and bone, stitched with blood and forbidden runes, should've been drawn cleanly from Daisy's womb. It should've settled into Kendra without resistance. That was the plan. That was the promise.But something pushed back.I hissed and sliced open my palm again, pressing the blood to the edge of the mirror. "Show me," I snapped. "Show me her."The mist inside the glass shifted and Daisy came into view.She was on the floor, pale and trembling, her hands grip
ZORDON'S POVThe hall was dim and lined with silent warriors. Everyone could feel it. The coming storm, the weight of tomorrow's battle pressing on every wall, every breath. Even the torches seemed to burn more quietly, as if the flames themselves held their breath.I found Isla in the sitting room, her laugh soft, her posture relaxed as if this morning were any other. She spoke to the man draped in deep, midnight robes stitched with stars and old runes. His silver beard was braided, his presence impossible to ignore.Elder Elric.The man who recently saved my life from a poisoned dagger.He stood slowly as I entered, his every movement calm, deliberate. But his eyes were sharp and bright, held the weight of something far heavier than time."Alpha Zordon," he said, bowing slightly. "Sorry for my intrusion.""I owe you my life," I replied, inclining my head with respect. "If you say it's urgent, I listen."Isla looked between us, her expression shifting. "He says he had a vision. Somet